“It’s hard to be inconspicuous when you’re hanging upside down.” Said Sunset, looking Twilight up and down. “What?” Retorted Twilight. “It’s hard to be a bat.” “What do you mean?” Asked Sunset. “It’s easy being a bat, look at you! You can fly like a bird.” “But it’s hard to be hanging upside down all the time.” Replied Twilight. The sun was just going up, painting the sky in orange ink. Sunset, the badger sat up straight. “Well, I have to go to my den. See you next moon.” Sunset padded to her den. Her claws scraped across the soft earth, as she traversed a chamber, to make sure it was comfy. She sat down, thinking about all that happened this moon. First she got chased by a large dog, next a few bats attacked her. But Twilight was different, she didn’t attack Sunset like the other bats did. She closed her eyes and let sleep overcome her.