Post by Flamefur on Sept 6, 2008 9:30:57 GMT -5
By Nicole (Flamefur)
Mustangs have lived here for longer than I can remember. I, of course, am one of them. My name's Chickadee and this is my story.
My mother Avery was one of the lowest ranking mares in the whole herd. The lead mare, a stubborn and rude dun horse called Zara, made sure that Avery knew her place.
As for my father, he favored Avery so much that he only bred with her. No wonder Zara's so mean. She was only picked as lead mare because my mother was too young at the time.
My bay father rocky and my palomino mother Avery had me, Chickadee. I'm a buttery chestnut color so both my parents show in me.
Before Avery was old enough to breed and Rocky still not running the herd, we had a stallion named Bark leading us, my mother said. He was a handsome strawberry roan with a flaxen mane and tail, but I heard that he was snobish and cruel. Zara was his mate but when she couldn't have a living foal for him he got very angry and attacked her.
Finally, Seed was born. Seed is actually my age because Rocky and Avery met in secret and had me at the same time as her. Rocky finally won as leader the day I was born.
Seed is a young black filly; well was, since I am telling you near my time.
From the moment that we could both stand, she and I were the best of friends. Zara, of course, hated me because of this.
"Hey, Seed! Wake up! We can play before the sun rises!" I whinnied one dawn.
Seed playfully stood and tilted her head before rearing and galloping after me in a playful pursuit.
Avery heard our hoofbeats and called me over, scolding me in a joking and funny way. I could tell that she was kidding.
"You need your rest, Chickadee, come lie down." Avery would gently say. I would curl up to her and sleep for hours on end until Seed awoke me near sundown.
But one day, it all changed and my life would never be the same again.
Mustangs have lived here for longer than I can remember. I, of course, am one of them. My name's Chickadee and this is my story.
My mother Avery was one of the lowest ranking mares in the whole herd. The lead mare, a stubborn and rude dun horse called Zara, made sure that Avery knew her place.
As for my father, he favored Avery so much that he only bred with her. No wonder Zara's so mean. She was only picked as lead mare because my mother was too young at the time.
My bay father rocky and my palomino mother Avery had me, Chickadee. I'm a buttery chestnut color so both my parents show in me.
Before Avery was old enough to breed and Rocky still not running the herd, we had a stallion named Bark leading us, my mother said. He was a handsome strawberry roan with a flaxen mane and tail, but I heard that he was snobish and cruel. Zara was his mate but when she couldn't have a living foal for him he got very angry and attacked her.
Finally, Seed was born. Seed is actually my age because Rocky and Avery met in secret and had me at the same time as her. Rocky finally won as leader the day I was born.
Seed is a young black filly; well was, since I am telling you near my time.
From the moment that we could both stand, she and I were the best of friends. Zara, of course, hated me because of this.
"Hey, Seed! Wake up! We can play before the sun rises!" I whinnied one dawn.
Seed playfully stood and tilted her head before rearing and galloping after me in a playful pursuit.
Avery heard our hoofbeats and called me over, scolding me in a joking and funny way. I could tell that she was kidding.
"You need your rest, Chickadee, come lie down." Avery would gently say. I would curl up to her and sleep for hours on end until Seed awoke me near sundown.
But one day, it all changed and my life would never be the same again.