A/N: This kids are so much fun to write for! I'm having to try really hard to stick to my three chapter maximum for their main story, and plan on writing as many snippets for them as Celia will let me get away with. c:


"Get away from her," screams Cherry Crisp, and her hooves carry her over the forest floor before she even realizes that she's moving.

The creature, tall and dark and all fangs, glances her way but doesn't stop. Just moves closer and closer to Moonlight Shimmer, who is looking up at it with wide eyes. Cannot move, cannot breath, cannot think - and neither can Cherry Crisp, who only knows fear for her friend and pain in her leg and adrenaline racing through her veins.

A small, distant part of her wonders if this is how Misty Fly feels when she runs. Then her mind snaps back to the present and she is hit with the horrific realization that she will not make it in time

there are claws

there are fangs

there is a snap and a crackle and the smell of brimstone, and pain lances through Cherry Crisp as claws rip at her flesh.

Hers.

Not Moonlight Shimmer's.

And that realization makes everything else worth it.