Third Person POV

Two gangly yearlings rough-housed in a yearling pasture. The black one reared up and threw his legs at the chestnut one. When he landed the chestnut one charged him playfully. The black yearling led him on a chase and at the last second skidded to a stop and jumped side-ways. The chestnut colt roared past then realized he was heading straight for the fence. He tried to skid to a halt but instead he crashed into the fence and fell over. The black yearling started howling with laughter as the chestnut got up with a smug look. "You said you would stop tricking me with that move!" the chestnut neighed. The black yearling stifled more laughter before replying, "So I did…o well!" The chestnut walked over to him. "Why do you always have to cheat Champion?" The black yearling nickered, "It's not cheating…it's stretching the rules." The chestnut rolled his eyes. "Come on, Margie should be bringing our food soon." A look of challenge flashed through Champion's eyes. "You up for a re-match Bloodmoon?" With defiance in his voice, Bloodmoon replied eagerly, "You'll be sorry!" Then he took off with Champion on his heels every stride of the way.

Just as the two colts skidded to a halt beside the gate Margie appeared on the horizon with feed buckets in her arms. Champion neighed excitedly and Bloodmoon stamped impatiently. "Hang on you two…" Margie said as she stopped beside the gate and emptied one bucket into another bucket tied on the colts' side of the fence. Before Champion could move towards the bucket to eat, Bloodmoon shoved past and stuck his nose in. Margie patted Champion's nose and poured feed into the other bucket for him. Champion eagerly lowered his muzzle and munched satisfactorily at the oats.

"Tomorrow will be very interesting." Margie said as she rubbed Champion's forehead. Champion wondered what could possibly be interesting tomorrow. He would wake up, eat breakfast, play with Bloodmoon all day, then have his supper, and go to sleep. Margie patted Bloodmoon then turned and disappeared down the path leading to The Barn, as all the horses called it. They called it The Barn because it was where the lead stallion and mare stayed. Champion smiled as he thought about The Barn. When he had been younger it was always nice to come into The Barn after a day of grazing. Though staying outside all the time and playing wasn't half bad either. He and Bloodmoon finished their oats and turned to walk slowly back towards the center of the pasture, where the grass was much sweeter.

The next morning Champion woke to the sound of Margie coming with their breakfast, thought when she appeared she held no buckets or feed. He looked at Bloodmoon curiously and they trotted to the gate expectantly. Margie smiled and revealed two halters that had been behind her back. Halters? Where are we going? Champion thought. Margie slipped the halters over both the colts' heads and led them out of the pasture. They were headed towards the new stable, the one for yearlings. There were only a few other yearlings in the stables, four to be exact. So that made six in all. Four were colts and the other two were fillies.

Champion blinked as Margie handed him over to one stable hand and Bloodmoon to another. The hand led Champion away and down a corridor. Then he clipped him up in ties along the wall. The hand started grooming Champion, and then he rubbed his hand along his leg. Trying to flick the hand away, Champion raised his hoof. But when he tried to bring it down, the hand held it firm in his grasp. He continued on to scrape something against his hoof, then let it go. Champion noticed it was clean now. The hand repeated the process with the rest of his hooves until they had all been cleaned. Then he brought out a pad which he laid over his back. Champion pawed at the rocky flooring in the stables irritably. When the pad was not removed he bucked and flew off, then lightly fell to the floor. The hand patted his shoulder and picked the pad up, then put it back on his back. Champion bucked again, but this time the hand held the pad in place so that it wouldn't fly off. Champion gave up and ceased to buck. The hand patted him again and held out a treat. Champion nickered and licked it out of his hand. The hand then picked up something else that he had layed on the floor. He set it carefully on Champion's back. It felt heavy and Champion swerved side to side nervously. The hand pulled a strap under his belly and tightened it until Champion held his breath, cutting off the tightness. The tightening ceased, so Champion let his breath out, only to find the strap to continue tightening. Before he could take in his breath again the strap seemed so tight that it was unbearable. The hand stepped away and Champion restarted his bucking. (A/N: The thing on his back is not a saddle, but a curcingle. Just thought you should know that! XD) When he finally realized it would not come off he stopped and heaved out a breath in frustration. The hand stepped forward and held out his hand, offering another treat to Champion. He licked it up thankfully and swallowed it down. The hand clipped on and extra long lead rope to his halter and pulled gently after unclipping him. As Champion followed behind him the thing on his back shifted from side to side uncomfortably. He kicked out one back leg at a time as he stepped forward. But the thing still didn't come off. The hand led him to a pen and then he walked to the center of it and flicked his wrist, making the whip he hidden as he had led him, show up. The whip startled Champion and he took off cantering around the pen. But the lead rope pulled at his muzzle and he slowed down until the pressure relaxed. His gait settled into a easy-going trot. The thing on Champion's back seemed to not matter anymore as he trotted around in both directions. The hand pulled at the rope after he had been trotting for a while. Champion stopped, but when the rope's pressure didn't cease he decided to walk towards the hand. It seemed to be the right thing to do because the pressure immediately went away. Another treat was offered to him and he eagerly accepted it. Then the whip revealed itself again and Champion trotted away and back to the railings of the pen. The whip snapped in the air and he began to canter around the exterior trying to avoid the whip. As soon as it went away, back to the ground, Champion slowed his pace. But then the whip quickly returned and he sped up again. This time when the whip was set down he did not slow. He continued and after a switch of direction was pulled back in to the hand and received another treat. Then he was led out of the pen and back to the stables, where the horrid thing on his back was removed and then he was returned to his pasture.

When he arrived Bloodmoon was also being returned to the pasture. The two friends played for a while then shared comments about their training sessions. But what Champion did not know was that it was the beginning of a long training. But in the end it would be worth it.

A/N: Wow…that was phun to write, really it was. XD I hope I didn't bore you to death with the training session…anyways, here are the review replies:

Skitty 2004: I don't really like the name Co-Warrior…XP

Horsie890: Thanx for the comments! They mean a lot! Hope you enjoyed this chappie as well. XD

Also I hope this one was long enough! XD