Over the course of a few months, Ginger's life as a Pure One was all she'd hoped it would be. She trained nightly, and fought crows on a weekly basis, becoming stronger with her training. Leading the other Trainees into battle wasn't quite as hard as she thought it would be either. Her quickly developing battle strategies were fairly advanced, but her soldiers caught on, and respected her as their commander, and Ginger had even assigned roles in her team to each of the four concerning their victories in the events of the Leader Olympics: Vaygar was the force's navigator, Phillip was the tracker, Kludd was the fighter and Uklah was the brains of the group, all of which were lead by Ginger, the most well rounded and best qualified owl to instruct them, despite being youngest by a few years. they even had their own armor made for them, which was sturdy, yet comfortably lightweight.
Nyra assisted in the young owls' training regularly, but when ever she had the time, she would give lessons to Ginger on how to read and write like most of the other Pure Ones. Although Ginger caught on rather slowly, due to being taught later in her childhood, she eventually found herself zooming through very complex paragraphs, learning how to use Hoolian vocabulary, and even started writing a daily journal using scrolls, ink, and a molted flight feather, which was used as a quill in the Owl Kingdoms. However, Ginger became so good at reading and writing, that she eventually put the journal, which was nothing more than a pile of not-very-organized scrolls, to the side in order to focus on the more important things in her life.
Usually, when she was finished training at First Light, she would spruce up and fill her once empty stone hollow. Having grown attached to reading and wanting to increase her skills more, she asked that a bookshelf be made on the side wall, which was covered with her favorite books as soon as it was finished. On the opposite wall from the shelves, two metal pegs were hammered into the wall, where she hung up her battle mask and battleclaws, which were both a display and a convenient place to keep them, as they were easy and quick to grab in the event of an enemy attack. No, her hollow wasn't empty anymore, and when the candle atop the stone table beside her nest was lit, it gave the hollow a comfortable, homey feeling, which Ginger enjoyed much more than the empty room she'd found when she had first become a Pure One.
Nyra was quick to realize her great potential. Ginger had not only become the best and most skilled flyer on the Trainee Force, but she was also becoming about as good as a few of the adult soldiers. But it was her passion for her duties that intrigued the Queen the most, for with her determination and skill, she was becoming a remarkably good fighter, as well as an agile and fast flyer. And Nyra did soon realize that she may be just what they needed for overcoming the greatest threat to their Union.
What an owl she is. Fast, strong, intelligent, she's got it all! she thought to herself one night as she ate her midnight meal, a fat ground squirrel. I wonder if she'd ready to...What am I saying!? She'll get killed out there! And I wouldn't dare send an owl with such potential out there to die in the hands of our vicious enemies!
But something kept nagging at her gizzard, telling her that this young owl, who had already surpassed her wildest expectations, was the one for the job.
I must be the right thing. An owl must always trust his gizzard...unless it's dysfunctional, but I'm positive that mine is working just fine. Why, I can fell it grinding the squirrel this very moment, and I can tell nothing is amiss. Trust your gizzard Nyra. It speaks the truth. She's the one. The only thing is, will she accept the mission?...She has to. And I must explain the situation as thoroughly as possible. It is a delicate matter of utmost importance...And she can do it.