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Side Burn's Cutie Mark

"WOO-HOO!" An enthusiastic Side Burn shouted, "I did it! I did it!"

"Did what exactly?" His way-more-serious-older brother Prowl asked.

"I got my cutie mark!"

"What?" Prowl asked in a serious tone.

"Uh-huh!" Side Burn then transformed into his SRT Viper Alt. mode and sure enough, on his flank was a picture of a small red sports car.

Prowl was not amused. "That's paint."

"What?! No it's not. It's a genuine-" He stopped, mainly because he heard someone laughing. Or make that, somepony.

Rainbow dash.

"You seriously thought you got a cutie mark? THAT'S RICH!" Rainbow burst into more laughing from where she was sitting on a tree branch. Side Burn stared at her with an absolutely sparkbroken look. He was crushed, devastated. And she kept laughing at him!

She thought he was stupid. The thought dawned onto him, realization hitting him like a…something…um, speeding train…flying elephant, whatever. The sadness flew away and was replaced with anger. Hot, furious, burning anger.

"You think that's rich?" Side Burn sneered, glaring daggers at the blue pegasus, "You'll think this is priceless." He grabbed his gun and shot at the branch Rainbow was sitting on.

*CRACK*

The branch fell and with it Rainbow dash.

"Oof!" Exclaimed said mare upon landing on the ground.

"Whatsa matter, Dash?" Side Burn taunted, "Forgot your wings?"

Thus began a heated argument. Meanwhile, Prowl watched the fight from a distance, shaking his helm. Tsking, he said, "Younglings."