Blackfeather Woods or half a page of scribbled lines

Maegi shrugged. Cicero hadn't taught her much about it, nor had she heard a lot from others. With the turbulence of her childhood, there hadn't been much time for proper training. I know there are warriors, spies, and priests, she said, curling her tail 'round her paws. I'm a priestess, or was at least training to be one, before I left. Spies are sneaky; warriors are strong.

Her lips drew together, pursed, in contemplation. I suppose you only get to pick one, she said. Her eyes flashed to Flicker. Which one sounds best to you? Secretly, she hoped that Flicker did not hope to travel the righteous path. Less rivals to knock out of her way, if--nay, when--it came to that.