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I was listening to this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z_1k8H2k ... re=related , and I was worked up about this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aZzQn-rNWRs&NR=1 , Which made Pepper00jack (I think that's their username) Look like a Hacker. They did a poor editing job So don't go to that link!!! And stay away from ALLHaiLKINGT , ALLHailALLHailKINGT , and anything that All Hail King T. This is a tribute to all of those people that had their accounts stolen by that creep.

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PRLOUGE



I padded into a clearing full of little green versions of glowflies. I shook my dun head. ”How could Vargas make Pepper look like such like a fool?” I mumbled. “Pepper was only warning us.” I looked up and nearly spooked. A very white horse was looking at me from across the clearing. A small glowfly went by my face, turning my bangs green. I said, my words flowing with anger: “What do you want, Vargas?!” The stallion snorted. ”None of your business, Kamren, so stop snooping!” “Me? Snooping? Vargas, if I knew you any better, I’d say you were padding after that medicine horse, CheyChey!” I smirked. “That’s just her breed!” He argued. “And I’m a dog if she doesn’t belong to ANOTHER herd.” I snapped. “I know that!” “Don’t play stupid with me, Vargas. Now stay away, because if you don’t I’m going to tell CheyChey that you kicked Pepper from the herd for a while!” Vargas snorted then shuffled his way past me. It had only been a year since Meg had died. That was the alpha female.



CHAPTER 1


I was woken up by a tiny whiny. I looked at King T, the father of the foal that whinnied. He had had many mates, and I’m the only mare that refuses to be his mate. ”Try to keep Dia under control, M’kay? And Meg needs to be taught a lesson on how to keep her mouth shut when needed.” I looked at the twin fillies. They didn’t look exactly alike though, one had a short mane that was liver chestnut, like her body. That was Dia. Meg had a chestnut mane and a chestnut body. They both had one white sock, and short stocky bodies. I didn’t bother saying anything about his son, Vargas. The white colt was talking back to Pepper, our leader. Meg and Dia were adopted; they didn’t really belong to King T. And that explained a lot. Like the fact he is palomino. And he was now really, REALLY mad. He lifted one foreleg to bring his hoof crunching on my head, but I reared away. My pretty gray mane lifted then fell down as I jumped. I was suddenly nose to nose with my crush, אוסטין. Or in other words, his name is Austin, but he’s really known as Myth. He was a very dark quarter horse with a gingery star on his forehead.”Er.. Hi,Myth.” “Hi, Kamren.”




K.K leaped over a log and padded into camp, a foal following her. K.K was a headstrong gray and black palomino. Her eyes weren’t the normal brown, but shocking blue. The foal following her was a stocky colt, with a very unusual orange coat. Even odder, he had an amber mane and tail, one black eye, and one green. “Who’s that?” I asked. Her usual snappy voice said: “I don’t know, don’t care. He kept following me and I couldn’t shake him off.” She glared at the colt.



Should I finish? The story's called: 'A Rough Battle'.