Fei Yen found herself wandering aimlessly down the market place. A scattering of people setting up, and others looking for stuff to buy. She on the other hand was looking for a good report. Considering the cityâ€™s raid story wasnâ€™t going to hitch too well with the people. Which meant the market place would be a perfect story that would balance the tragedy. Her white traced with gray paws rubbed against each other as she walked. Finding that the crowd was coming along rather well. However, something deep inside her told her that these people needed an uprising of heroes. The furious five but she bit it down. Why did she still believe in such a silly fate of a thing. Most likely because of the old man , that brought her here years ago.<br/><br/>Before she could pick the person she wanted to interview a voice chipped in next to her. Causing her to turn and face the rather fast speaking rat that seemed overly happy to see her.<span style="font-style: italic"> "Hello there, you look like a woman with good taste, would you like to-" </span>His words slipped for a moment and she showed him a strong smile. She hopped he wasnâ€™t one of her local fan boys. Apparently her skill, and technique in ninjitsu (as she called it) was well known, and had earned her the title of Master of Fox Kung Fu. Not that it bothered her that much. Attention and all was good for the publicity for the article she writes for.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">y- you're......YOU! You're Fei Yen, Master of Fox Kung Fu! Of course you know who you are, Oh My God!" </span>The rat cleared his throat in clear disbelief and she chuckled. He was the same age as her , how could he hold such an idealistic view of her. But none the less it made her smile more.<span style="font-style: italic">"It's an honor to meet you Master Fei Yen," </span>He bowed to her much to her sorta not really dismay. She would never get use to being bowed to. So in return she bowed back to him gracefully. "<span style="font-style: italic">It would be an honor if...... you signed my artwork of you!"</span><br/><br/>"Oh no , Itâ€™s my pleasure, do you mind if in return you allow me to  interview you for the paper? The people need a happier article then whatâ€™s going to be on the front page? " Her left paw reached for her pen as she signed the work of art he made of her. Such honest craft, and good hand work to. "And would you mind just calling me Fei Yen or Fei. Makes things simpler trust me."