Redhawk Caldera May the force be with you

While she stood there like a statue, she thought back to her conversation with her mother a day or two prior. Fox believed in her. She knew her father and siblings did too. Up until this moment, she had believed in herself as well. Her ears drew back. She had engaged in many a play fight with her uncle and all her other relatives, so the sudden hesitation threw her as much as it did him. Wildfire looked at him beseechingly, though it was clear Uncle Elwood didn't know what was wrong, based on his confused expression and subsequent question.

"I'ono," Wildfire mumbled, swallowing. You can do this! she tried to coach herself. Moments ago, she had proclaimed her desire to defend her pack and family, bloody gums and all. She tried to call back that determination and muster up her courage. She needed to be brave, else she could never be a Warrior. And if she couldn't achieve the trade, she would disappoint her family. She might even face exile...

Nothing compelled Wildfire more than pleasing her parents and obeying their commands. Abruptly, her courage returned to her. Her lips peeled back from her gums and she sprang at her godfather before the doubt could creep in again. Her face contorted into a fearsome snarl so unlike her usual placid expression. It would be clear to him (and to anyone else who might be watching) that there was definitely a fierce Warrior somewhere inside Wildfire Attica.