The team flew swiftly across the cloud track course, with Spitfire being in the lead as always; nothing could stop a mare like her for even once in her life.  She turned her head to Fleetfoot. "Hey Fleet, you won't be gaining on me like you always do!" Fleetfoot was too focused on the course to even notice her friend calling her from just a short distance away, she felt alive when she flew as the wind swept through her mane.

Fleet's ears perk. "Wait a minute---no you won't, not this time Spit! You won't beat me again as you always did before!"

Spitfire sticks her tongue out. "Heck yeah I will!"

"Hell no". Fleet turned in front of Fire Streak and his brother, after a second, she flew past Soarin who was behind Surprise. Finally catching up to her competitive friend, she immediately flew past her as fast as her wings could take her.

Spitfire's eyes widened, she never expected her own best friend to just fly ahead of her. She was normally in the lead when it came to leading flight practices back in the past, nothing was like the good old times. She paused, then she put her two hooves to her muzzle to call her from a short distance. "Hey, I'm the one who's usually in the lead. Not you!"

Fleetfoot turned around to see who was calling her. "Not this time butterfly, better luck next time!"

Spitfire was surprised at the sudden nickname. "