[KittyCatKita]

Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone!
I was so tempted to keep him as I was thrilled how he turned out, so whoever gets him, give me a breeding slot, okay? (Totally kidding ((or am I?)) XD)

**Theme: St. Patrick's Day. Cannot pass down clover/shamrock marks**
Must follow the rules in the Information Centre for Theme equids and cannot breed with other St. Patrick's Equids

Original Owner: verseo
Name: Fionnán
Sex: Stallion
Height: 14.3hh
Coat: Buckskin Tovero with Cat Tracks
Eye: Heterochromia Blue/Orange
Quipping: Multicolour Regular

[Scarlip]

-snip-
Decided to withdraw, I just don't know if I'll be able to connect with the design (rather than just loving the concept) and I'd feel extremely bad if I ended up re-homing him. Politely keeping my eyes out for possible breeding slot trades though <3

winner can keep this :3

[eleutheromaniac.]

Username: eleutheromaniac.
Name: Pádraig
Lucky Item and Number: his lucky item is a friendship bracelet a little girl in the local village braided into his mane. his lucky number is 11.
Lucky/Unlucky Story: wip
Art Piece: wip

[jensen ackles]

mark !!

[Doglike]

I don't blame you for wanting to keep him, oh my gosh he's handsome!

Username: Doglike
Name: Léan (meaning Torchbearer)
Lucky Item and Number: A singular antler prong that is woven into his tail, and the number 48
Lucky/Unlucky Story:

Léan's nostrils flared with anger, his eyes glaring down at the deep muddy swamp he had managed to get stuck in. He tried to lift one hoof, then another--but the thick, earthy sludge held him fast.

Before he could go through another fit of struggling, an old, grey stallion meandered up near the swamp. He regarded Léan carefully, a soft smirk tugging at his lips. "How deep is that mud?" He asked, his voice rough and weathered by time. Léan's eyes glittered with anger, his ears pinning back as he regarded the older horse. "Depends on who you ask." He snorted, his lips peeling back with frustration.

The older stallion was completely unmoved, however, and after a bit of searching, tossed a line of thick sturdy vine cord to Léan as he stood in the swamp. Once the younger equid bit down on the rope, the older equid tugged and tugged until Léan was free--albeit a bit muddy, his pride dampened. The mirth that was in the older horse's eyes was now gone, replaced with a more serious expression. He looked at Léan, almost stern. "Depends on who you ask is right. Everyone goes through the same thing differently. Do well to remember that."

And with that, the old stallion walked away, leaving Léan a bit dumbfounded, caked in mud and alone to nibble on that little bit of knowledge. The old man was right--everyone does go through the same things in different ways. Just because he was tall enough to stay out of the mud for the most part, doesn't mean another would be--some might be up to their bellies, or their necks, or barely able to keep their heads above the surface. Léan realized, in that moment, that he was lucky. Not just lucky to have someone that helped him out of the mud, but that he was able to manage the mud itself as well as he did--and that another might have been less fortunate.

As Léan wandered off to find a stream to wash off in, he tucked away that bit of knowledge, thankful for the old stallion in a myriad of ways. "How deep is the mud? Depends on who you ask. Everyone goes through the same thing differently."

Art Piece: This was so hard to get done in 10 mins and I definitely missed some details, but he's so fun to draw! I love his little clover spot on his back leg. (winner, feel free to use!)

[BlueEyedKite]

Yeah you can have a slot. I don't mind. I mean he's got a rainbow. That's generous to give away if you ask me.

Username: BlueEyedKite

Name: Shay

Lucky Item and Number: lucky item is an artificial tropical flower on a stick (credits: my photo). Lucky number is 5! For his rainbow-quip

Lucky/Unlucky Story:
It was a beautiful Irish sunset when Shay discovered a darling accessory (piece of trash) nestled in the grass of his favorite sleep spot. He was so smitten by it that he insisted his bff, Heath, tuck the fake flower behind his ear for him. Little did he know he was about to unlock some serious luck.

Not long after the sun set, temps dropped freakishly low for summer. Shay, the only “fluffy coat” (ragtail) in the herd, was as warm as a lizard sunbathing. One by one his herd-mates slunk over to his sleeping spot. Shay, normally snoozing on his own, was at the center of a cuddle pile. Needless to say, he got the best sleep of his life.

The next morning, Shay was selected for scout duty. Traditionally he dragged his hooves and hemmed and hawed. And he did. But just up ahead was a bramble of his favorite treat: wild blackberries! The stallion practically ate his weight in berries.

By afternoon it was time for the all-herds race. Shay had Rohan hold his flower by the finish line. It was a miserable race for most. The wind was bitingly cold. Our rainbow-quip stallion was unaffected by the cold temps. He galloped at the front of the pack, neck and neck between two rival herd members.

Just as they headed for the home stretch, the mare to his left was divebombed by an angry magpie. Shay was certain the magpie actually aimed for his head, but he ducked at the last moment so the bird whizzed over him and twittered at his neighbor instead. With the crowd watching nearby, Shay gave it his all. He was never the fastest—spectators would notice he was a nose behind the stallion to his right. Luckily, a wandering horsefly was accidentally inhaled by his competitor. His neighbor abruptly stopped to snuff and snort and toss his head. Shay secured first place for his herd! Rohan crowned him with his fake flower.

Nighttime was filled with celebration. All the equids of the nearby herds were gathered to graze, groom, and swap stories. Shay was at the center of it all. As that day’s race winner he was introduced to the past first place holders. One of them being the legendary racer: Speedy Seamus. Shay never dreamed he would get to talk to his foal-hood hero. He felt like the luckiest stallion in the world!

With such a grand day start-to-finish, Shay decided to never part with his lucky charm. It’s faded by the sun, the petals are fraying at the edges, but the only way the stallion will stop wearing it is if it disintegrates into dust.
word count: 445

Art Piece:
If I don't win I will clean up and color for the winner

[BluebonnetBree]

Withdraw

[huskyhiccups]

Username: huskyhiccups
Name: Sheamus
Lucky Item and Number: The Irish daffodil, and the number 10
Lucky/Unlucky Story: Sheamus had heard plenty of stories from other equids about the superstitions they had. Stories like "a black cat crossing your path brings bad luck" or "getting pooped on by a bird brings you good luck". The one that intrigued him the most was "don’t give someone you like yellow flowers" because of the bad luck some believe it brings. Sheamus couldn't believe it, the Irish daffodil was his lucky charm! He decided to test it out for himself. He trotted through the pasture to an area the daffodil grows. He picked a few and carried them in his mouth over to Wolffia, who was grazing under an apple tree. She lifted her head and smiled as he trotted over to her.
"Thank you for the beautiful flowers," She said as she finished her mouthful of grass.
He carefully placed one in her mane, just behind her ear, and then took a step back to admire her beauty.
"You look gorgeous, they really compliment your-" *BONK*. A large red apple had fallen out of the tree and hit Sheamus on the head. He reared in a moment of panic, but quickly realized what had just happened and calmed down.
"Guess they really are bad luck..." He said with a sigh and flicked his tail. Wolffia nickered and gave him a playful nudge.
"Quite the opposite," She said as she bent her neck and picked the apple up in her mouth, "because now we have a snack to share."
Art Piece: click (winner may keep, if they want. I'm not confident yet in my ability to draw equines, so please be gentle. I looked at Google images' results for "stallion horse" and "stallions challenging" to get an idea for a pose & used many of them as references)

[elderling]

Username: messmer
Name: Sebas
Lucky Item and Number:
Lucky/Unlucky Story:
Art Piece:

[Toffi~]

Username: Toffi~
Name: Declan
Lucky Item and Number:

A black Cat plushy he named Kitty and the number 2

Lucky/Unlucky Story:

Declan was a young, curious colt with a fluffy mane and a cheeky sparkle in his eyes. Every day on the big pasture of Raven Ridge, he discovered something new. A colorful beetle, a strange pebble, or a fluttering leaf.

But this morning, he found something truly special: hidden in the tall grass lay a small stuffed toy.
A black cat with shiny button eyes and one crooked ear.

Declan gently nudged it with his nose.
"Who are you?" he whispered.
The cat, of course, didn’t answer. But it smelled faintly of hay and something sweet, almost like apples. Declan was instantly enchanted.

“I’ll call you Kitty!”

He carefully carried Kitty on his back back to the stable and placed her on his favorite pile of hay. Just then, the stable owner arrived with a kind smile.

“Well, little explorer,” she said. “You’re in for a treat today!”
She handed him a carrot snack - then paused and laughed.
“Oh! I accidentally gave you two! Well, lucky you, Declan!”

Declan munched happily and glanced at Kitty.
“Two treats, right after I found you,” he whispered.
He gave her a gentle nudge. “You’re my lucky cat!”

The next day, Declan was still thinking about his new treasure. He brought Kitty out to the pasture and proudly showed her to the other foals. Some giggled but Declan was convinced: Kitty brought luck!

That afternoon, a young boy visited the stable with his mother.
The boy had small carrot pieces in his hand and asked excitedly, “Can I feed the horsy1050?”

His mother nodded, and the boy ran over to Declan.
“Here you go, pretty pony!” he beamed and handed him... two carrot pieces.

Two! Again!

Declan blinked, then gave a joyful little whinny. This couldn’t be a coincidence! First two treats from the stable owner, now two carrots from the boy - all ever since Kitty had arrived.

“Two is my new lucky number,” he thought proudly.
He gave Kitty a loving nudge. “You really do bring double luck!”

From that day on, Declan carried his black stuffed cat with him everywhere. And every time something especially nice happened - a warm sunbeam, two apple slices, or just a lovely day - he’d whisper:

“Thank you, Kitty. Double the luck, that’s our secret.”

And deep down in his little foal heart, Declan knew:
Sometimes, the greatest luck comes in the smallest things.
Or in a black cat with a crooked ear.

Art Piece: 10 minutes went by so fast aaaaaaah *cry*