The fawn she-cat sighed, her paws taking turns hitting the ground in an alien-like fashion. Her ears were perked, and her tail twitching. Chest puffed out and nostrils flared, Celestia continued towards the abandoned barn. All color seemed to have been drained from her eyes; it was like they had transformed into a dull gray. A chilly, biting wind ruffled her short fur, and she shivered. She hadn't been trained in hunting or fighting, but she would have to try her best to survive out here.