[ExVenor]

Welcome to the Euphorian Retired Racehorse Project
Euphorian Thoroughbreds are a rare string of the Thoroughbred breed. They come from a single farm simply called “Euphoria” that has horses with mutated genes. These allow them to be able to possess any realistic coat or markings. Everything else about the sub-type is the same. Long, strong legs, a powerful hind, and great speed. Their eyes are soft and the breed is incredibly smart, if not a bit goofy. They love kids and have the rare ability to excel in any discipline. They can grow from 15hh-18hh, though usually somewhere in the middle.
The horses readopted through the Euphorian Retired Racehorse Project are looking for a new loving home and a new job. They’ve tried racing and have either retired or decided the sport wasn’t for them. Either way, they are ready for the next chapter in their life. Some of these horses will come with a little training already, and will have their new discipline already determined. Although others you’ll get to pick how they move forwards!

Owner: ArthurMorgan
Show Name: Sweet Lil' Thang
Barn Name: Dots
Gender: Mare
Age: 5 years
Height: 14.3hh
Eye Color: Wine Stains
Phenotype: Classic Dun Tovero
Genotype: Ee aa ChCh Dd Toto Oo
Mane Type: Trimmed
Discipline: Cutting
Halter: Black w/Silver
Breeding Info: She is dominant for champagne [ChCh] will always produce champagne diluted foals.
Edit List: [n/a]

She really loves cats even though they sometimes run away from her huge form.
Draw or describe her absolute favourite cat and what their relationship is like.
Minimum coloured for art and 200-word minimum for the writing.

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September 28th!

[Ringo.]

Username;; Ringo.
Show Name: Peek-A-Boo
Barn Name: Anaboo
Gender: Mare
Age: 8 years
Height: 15hh
Halter: Light pink
Discipline: Trail Horse
Competition:

Anaboo was always intrigued by the barn cats, ever since she was a filly.
All the barn cats scattered when they saw this big wobbly filly run at them before tripping and face planting on the ground. None of them approached her. They kept their distance, even as she got older.
Young Anaboo was sad that she didn’t have friends, she was deemed as ‘different’ by all the other fillys and colts. She wasn’t good on her feet. Never understood the dimensions of her body. Always managed to trip on nothing.

She stayed close to her mom. Never interacted with the other foals. She was perfectly happy with her mom where she knows she’s safe.
Ana still tried to befriend the barn cats, but she never succeeded. Her handler saw how lonely Ana was and how much she loved cats.
So she decided to find someone who was adopting out kittens.
She drove 3 hours to adopt a tiny white kitten that was an absolute sweetheart and loved horses. The kitten was also cross-eyed and had a hard time getting around without tripping. The kitten was a short-haired cat who had heterochromia, one eye is blue and the other is green. She is a cuddle bug with the tiniest little paws. Even though she was tiny she had a big personality. The white kitten was a sassy little thing and has to be the center of attention.

When she introduced the kitten to Anaboo, the tiny kitten immediately pushed herself against the horse's nose before tripping over herself and face planting in the hay. Ana nickered happily knowing that she had finally made a friend that was clumsy like her. The kitten was named Peek-A-Boo as she loved to hide in the hay bales and popped up to scare a horse or stable hand.
Anaboo and Peek-A-Boo grew up together. Never able to leave each other’s side. They were big trouble makers, despite both of them looking like angels.

They'll often team up and prank some of the horses, maybe even the stable hands.
Anaboo would take a jacket from one of the stable hands and hide it. Or she would get it stuck over her head and freak out.
Then she'd have Peek-A-Boo hide it in a better place until the stable hand gave up.
After they had a long day of doing pranks they can both be found in Ana's stall.
Both curled up next to one another.

Due to Anaboo not understanding the dimensions of her body she became a trail horse. Peek-A-Boo can sometimes be found sitting on the mares back with the person who’s riding Ana. She likes the scenery and most importantly, she geta to enjoy it with her best friend.

These two can never be separated.
Till death do they part

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[watercliff]

Username;; watercliff
Show Name: Telma How You Feel
Barn Name: Nermal
Gender: Mare
Age: Eight
Height: 18.1hh
Halter: #FF6600 please! ❤
Discipline: Western Lesson/Riding Horse
Competition: The mare was half asleep in the early morning light, twitching in her state of refusal to wake up. She had been trying to gain the trust of the pretty maine coon that came around often, listening to her little mews of hello; though she never came too close to the tall mare.
Tiredly, Nermal, who was named by her first handler's child, spun a few times before lying down in her bedding; hay and shavings puffing up. She laid there comfortably for about five minutes before she saw a familiar face standing on her stall door; there was a little platform that Francesca had put in so she could put her brushes and phone down on it, and the maine coon seemed to appreciate the free seat that was too high for the dogs to bother her. Nermal watched as she cleaned herself before they both fell into a short staring match. One of the other mares had woken up and banged on their stall door angrily, hungry for an early breakfast. The cat flinched and jumped down into the stall with Nermal.
She was a large queen, light tan undercoat clashed with her black stripes; she had a small white stripe on her nose that traveled up between her eyes and onto her forehead, and the cream coloured fur on her chest and stomach was almost bleached white from long hours of sunbathing. The queen had bright golden eyes that crossed slightly as she focused in on the mare, sniffing as her long tail twitched curiously.
On her front paws were two uneven socks, her right only covering her small soft toes, the other past her wrist; she let out a little mrew to say hello as she sniffed around the stall.

She was a large cat, especially for her young age; the mare always thought she was a tom, noting that they were always much bigger than their queens. She had small little tufts of fur on the top of her ears, and a very cute set of pink lips that matched her little nose,

Usually when the mare tried to say hello to the cats, they'd spook and skitter out of the way, scared of being stepped on by her large hooves; but Nermal was careful with her steps, never putting a foot down if she wasn't confident in the placement. She nickered kindly to the cat, who mewed and came close enough to smell the mare, hopping up onto her back and kneading own a place to lay down; Nermal liked this new feeling, even though it sometimes hurt. She laid happily, listening to the maine coon purr and purr the hour away; leaving before Hunter woke up to feed the horses.

It had been nearly a week since Nermal had last seen the young cat, and she was beginning to worry about her; curiously she left her stall, which was left open since today was an off day. The stable was connected to a large pasture and assuming the mares had been good and kind to each other, they were freely turned out. She had grazed for a while until she was tired of the action, played with some of the other horses and bothered the dogs, who chased them back and forth.
As she walked back into her stall, she noticed the cat standing on the platform; she nickered hello and brought her nose close; the kitty bumping her with her head in return. Nermal was glad that she made a new friend, especially with a kitty. She made her way into the stall and laid down as the cat jumped down, mewing and purring as she cuddled up to the mare, where they slept for the night; neither of them woke as Hunter came through to give everyone their supper and lock their stalls.

Then, something Nermal wasn't prepared for happened. She woke up to the cat meowing, strained and tired sounding; Nermal pulled her head up and saw that the little maine coon had eight little kittens all around her tummy; nursing while their mother cleaned them. Nermal lightly nickered and sniffed at them, watching as the queen moved her full attention to one of the kittens. It looked different than the rest, its mouth looked strange. Nermal nickered calmly again, noting to herself that it was coming to feed time; she hoped Hunter would notice and help.
And help, that man did.

He had a vet called immediately, checking over each little kitten as he waiting for her to arrive; watching how the mare would softly blow warm air onto each little kitten and give them a soft, loving lick on each little head she could, including the mothers, and almost Hunter's. Almost.
The vet had come in slowly, cooing a hello to the strange group before Hunter lightly picked up the different kitten; Nermal watched her frown a bit, saying something about "cleft lip" and then reassuring to Hunter, the mother, and poor scared Nermal that each kitten was healthy, and the runt would be as well; explaining to Hunter about different procedures they could go through, knowing he wasn't going to give up on the kitten.
The little kitten looked a lot different than his mother, fur mainly a soft faded orange colour with white all over him; neck and belly, around his eyes and the tip of his tail. Nermal thought she saw white on his paws but she wasn't immediately sure; the vet had him hidden in her blue gloved hands.

It had been almost a year an the little queen, who was recently spayed, still came around to say hi to Nermal, mewing as her kitten, who Nermal named Gift, jumped up and played with his "aunt's" mane and tail. Gift now had his mothers signature ear tufts, though they were longer and even started to weigh themselves down a bit, the fur flopping outward. He had kept those pretty blue kitten eyes even as he grew; the big curious orbs would flick and watch everything with such an intense wonder and amazement. Nermal was happy with her big, kitty family.

(ps I hope you enjoy the punny show name lol)

[Stonefly]

Username;; ArthurMorgan
Show Name: Sweet Lil’ Thang
Barn Name: Dots
Gender: Mare
Age: 5 years
Height: 14.3hh
Halter:black leather
Discipline: cutting
Competition:

The relationship between Dots and the barn cat is complicated.
You see when she first got to the barn she couldn’t stand the sight of the two felines that roamed the barn..she was always stomp and pin her ears down when ever they got close. Over time one of the two cats learned to leave Dots alone..there was no point in risking its life..
On the other hand, the old deformed tail Grey tabby cat named Stubs still wasn’t giving this up. In the cats mind this over sized dog was playing and wasn’t angry..you would think after his tail being stepped on twice and nearly risking his life multiple times he would learn? But nope. The old grey tabby cat refused.
Stubs was an older cat, his muzzle splashed with white and gray fur giving away his age, but just watching him move and play would would never suspect it. He was an agile cat who loves to jump around and act like a kitten for attention and pets. He was a simple looking cat, solid grey tabby cat with no markings. Other then his aging face there isn’t a splash of white on him. But the reason they call him stubs is because of his tail. As a kitten the adventurous little guy lived to be around horses and large farm animals..but that lead to his tail being stepped on twice in two different occasions..the first time was just a clean break and left him with a crooked tail..the second time it was stepped on it unfortunately had to be particularly removed..so now he’s got half a tail that still has a little kink at the end from his first break.
Time and time again people would have to separate the two, but stubs always found a way back to Dots stall or paddock..he wasn’t going to give up that easily. For the longest time these two were at war. The mare wanted the cat to stay away but the cat wanted to say hi.
Who do you think would win?
Now? Everybody always laughs when they see these two together. Dot and Stubs have become such an inseparable pair that you would often see Stubs in the paddock or stall..and if your lucky you’ll even catch old Mr. Stubs sun bathing on Dots back.
What started out at a fear of cats have now turned into love, she welcomes any and all cats to her stall and will often try bathing them if they ever find themselves on her stall door. She’s pretty much managed to scare off most of the cats, they all knew that if they came to that one stall it would mean being covered in horse slobber.
The only that that is okay with this treatment is Old man Stubs. Why bath himself when he can get a horse to do it for him?
Needless to say, to summarize their relationship they would be considered best friends. Not one day would go by at the barn we’re these two weren’t together. Between sunbathing on the back of the horse and getting horse baths Stubs couldn’t live a better life..and for Dots, she enjoyed her little companion, he kept her company while the humans or other horses didn’t..

[Namida_☾]

Username;; Namida_☾
Show Name: Baronetess of Light
Barn Name: Amalinta
Gender: Mare
Age: 5
Height: 16.1
Halter: a very light yellow or anything that looks like Light
Discipline: Dressage
Competition: wip

[ExVenor]

Extending this to the 28th as no forms meet both requirements!

Draw OR describe the cat + write about their relationship are both needed as requested.

[conversett]

Username;; conversett
Show Name: as the days go by
Barn Name: zendaya
Gender: Mare
Age: 6 years
Height: 16.3 hh
Halter: lavender
Discipline: western pleasure
Competition: Zendaya's favourite cat is a tortoiseshell named Cleo. The cat's fur is very eye catching with it's patches of black and light orange tabby fur. She was brilliant green eyes, and her face is almost split in half with the patching. One side is nearly all black, while the other is mostly all orange. Her fur is short but silky soft, and completely irresistible to pet. But that is only what is on the surface.

Cleo is very complex, she loves to be dramatic and letting out her inner diva. But she's also very blunt and will tell it how it is without pulling her punches. She sees things as very black or white, never both and never grey. And when she walks into a room, everyone knows it. And she never lets anyone push her around. She's her own boss and stands up for herself. And maybe a tad selfish, but arent all cats? Special thanks to an unhappy history, cleo has also become immumed the the feeling of love. She has a lot of tendencies to push others away and judge a book by its cover. You'd need to be a real die hard cat lover to take a liking to this one.

Zendaya looks up to cleo in a way because that cat is a force to be trifled with. She, on the otherhand is a little more meek, and loving to please people. She gets easily stressed when trying to manage doing what others ask of her, and trying to do it well. And thats another thing, Zendaya gets anxious when she feels that she hasnt done a good enough job. A perfectionist at its finest.

Ever since Cleo first got brought to the barn, she made it a point meet everyone and assess the situation of her new home. She quickly found that a lot of the stallions were boring, and the foals were only good for spreading gossip. But when she jumped up on to the ledge of Zendaya's stall, she found the mare curled up the corner shaking. The cat simply couldnt help herself.



"Girl, whachu crying about?"

The mare startled, having not heard the cat jump up. "wha- but I just- ah- who are you?" She sniffled as she watched the strange cat groom itself while she waited for an answer.

Cleo simply took her time, and only stopped once satisfied. "I don't think thats important right now. What I want to know is, who made this beautiful strong woman in front of me upset?"

"Well I... no one." The mare stated was she scrunched her face up in confusion.

"Well then, whachu crying about?" Cleo asked as she leapt down into the stall and approached the mare.

"I went to a show with my rider, but we placed in fourth. I wasn't good enough."

"So let me get this straight. You're crying because you got beat by three other horses out of how many in total?"

"Twenty"

"So you beat sixteen other horses. And you're the one crying?"

The mare let out a soft giggle through the wet tears, allowing her body to slowly relaxed. The cat had made a very good point.

"What did you say your name was again?" Zendaya asked softly.

"Cleo, but you may call me, your majesty." The cat said as she jumped up on the mare's back before curling up in the nock of the withers.

The mare just laughed, and instead of shaking, her body quaked from the resonates of her laughter.



Cleo was the embodiment of strength that Zendaya admired. But Cleo sees the stength in the mare, it was just a different kind of strength.

Zendaya's always giving, even when she has nothing left. Cleo reminds her to give something to herself every now and then. While Cleo won't admit it, but Zendaya may have melted a sliver of her icy heart. She also will never admit to the reason she even approached the mare that day with the way she did.

Deep down, thats how Cleo feels towards herself, a bundle of sobbing mess. And Zendaya makes her feel just a little bit better. She feels more like a teary mess than a sobbing gross mess.

[ExVenor]

Username;; ArthurMorgan
Show Name: Sweet Lil’ Thang
Barn Name: Dots
Gender: Mare
Age: 5 years
Height: 14.3hh
Halter:black leather
Discipline: cutting
Competition:

The relationship between Dots and the barn cat is complicated.
You see when she first got to the barn she couldn’t stand the sight of the two felines that roamed the barn..she was always stomp and pin her ears down when ever they got close. Over time one of the two cats learned to leave Dots alone..there was no point in risking its life..
On the other hand, the old deformed tail Grey tabby cat named Stubs still wasn’t giving this up. In the cats mind this over sized dog was playing and wasn’t angry..you would think after his tail being stepped on twice and nearly risking his life multiple times he would learn? But nope. The old grey tabby cat refused.
Stubs was an older cat, his muzzle splashed with white and gray fur giving away his age, but just watching him move and play would would never suspect it. He was an agile cat who loves to jump around and act like a kitten for attention and pets. He was a simple looking cat, solid grey tabby cat with no markings. Other then his aging face there isn’t a splash of white on him. But the reason they call him stubs is because of his tail. As a kitten the adventurous little guy lived to be around horses and large farm animals..but that lead to his tail being stepped on twice in two different occasions..the first time was just a clean break and left him with a crooked tail..the second time it was stepped on it unfortunately had to be particularly removed..so now he’s got half a tail that still has a little kink at the end from his first break.
Time and time again people would have to separate the two, but stubs always found a way back to Dots stall or paddock..he wasn’t going to give up that easily. For the longest time these two were at war. The mare wanted the cat to stay away but the cat wanted to say hi.
Who do you think would win?
Now? Everybody always laughs when they see these two together. Dot and Stubs have become such an inseparable pair that you would often see Stubs in the paddock or stall..and if your lucky you’ll even catch old Mr. Stubs sun bathing on Dots back.
What started out at a fear of cats have now turned into love, she welcomes any and all cats to her stall and will often try bathing them if they ever find themselves on her stall door. She’s pretty much managed to scare off most of the cats, they all knew that if they came to that one stall it would mean being covered in horse slobber.
The only that that is okay with this treatment is Old man Stubs. Why bath himself when he can get a horse to do it for him?
Needless to say, to summarize their relationship they would be considered best friends. Not one day would go by at the barn we’re these two weren’t together. Between sunbathing on the back of the horse and getting horse baths Stubs couldn’t live a better life..and for Dots, she enjoyed her little companion, he kept her company while the humans or other horses didn’t..

Congratd!
Sorry for the wait I forgot about extending this gal. Cx

[Ringo.]

This lovely gal has been given to me <3
I would like to change her show and barn name along with her discipline!

Show Name: Wishful Thinking
Barn Name: Pudge
Discipline: Trail Horse

[Stonefly]

This horse has been gifted and now belongs to Ringo