[Penultima]

The dun stallion's dull eyes brighten as you walk up to his pen. He snorts happily. Are you his new owner?

Gender: Stallion

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[Hahnu Ekrah]

Username: Support our Troops
Mustang's name: Joey
History: was sepparated from his mother then was adopted his master took vary good care of him masters father sold him to the army after many years found his master again but only after being found in no mans land covered in barbwire but was rescued by kind soldiers

[BayloneRose]

Support our Troops, the story u used is the same as War Horse.
u have to change ur story it is against the rules here to use stories that r not yours
your horses are beautiful, btw, Rah

[rhirhi76]

Username: rhirhi76
Mustang's name: Caramel
History: Has been to many owners in his life. Most of them have been cruel and his most recent owner is now putting him up for sale.
Sorry if its not the best story
***rhirhi76***

[Messy Hooves!]

Username: Messy Hooves!
Mustang's name: Consider Me Fable (Fabe)
History: Fabe was born into a semi-feral herd. He loved to slumber in the tall, sleek grass next to his mother. The loved to gallop with the herd over mountains and cross raging rivers, fighting every obstical that came in their way. Being semi-feral they were kind of used to the touch of humans. But one evening in a hot July, a man with a load of ropes came by. He got everyone of the herd apart from Fabe, he ran away, through the trees worried about turning back, he ran for several days, hoping to find somewhere safe. Then he stumbled across here (I don't know what it's called sorry :S) they kept him dry and warm and fed him with oats everyday, he finally became ridable through training and co-operation through him and the humans and has been put up for adoption hoping that someone will come to rescue him.. That someone should hopefully be me!

The best I could come up with!

[The Purple Martian]

Username:
-|Kaya Dawn|- (You can call me Kaya ^^)

Mustang's name:
Shooter

History:
He was born in the Great Plains into a wild herd of horses. A couple of weeks after, a group of poachers came and shot his herd down, even his mother. When all seemed hopeless, and he was about to die, a young girl came riding out on a paint horse and found him. She called her dad and he came out in a truck. The put Shooter in the bed of the truck and took him back to their farm, where they fed him and took care of him.

He grew up the girl trained him to participate in rodeos. He won many prizes in the barrel racing part of the rodeo, and also a couple of prizes in other parts of the rodeos. Now he still participates in some rodeos, but mostly he's just a trail horse.

[perros1234]

Username: perros1234

Mustang's name: Wild One

History: I snorted as I watched the sun set in horizon, red and orange flared in the sky. He sighed, my history was....harsh..I don't like to speak of it. I set my mind on wondering on what tommrow awaits. Then I am gripped with a terrible flash back. I see myself with my first owner, oh how she loved me. I feel a sudden sense of security, I haven't felt like this for who knows when. I remeber the day she led me into my new stall. How she fed me carrots and apples, my favourites. Her gentle hand patting my neck. I loved it when the two of us would go on a trail ride. The wind at my tail, streaming out from behind me. The trees that flashed by me, the sound of chirping birds and twigs snapping in my ears. Sometimes we'd go to the river. She'd bring me a snack and she'd eat lunch. Then, if it was sunny, we'd go swimming. I could almost feel the cold water lapping around me, my hooves hitting the soft floor. After swimming, we'd come home, she'd dry me. Feed me, pet me and leave me in my stall for the night. My stall was right next to her house so she'd vist me in a storm. I miss her terribly. Why? Why am I not with her soaking up her affection and giving her company now? The girl's family were moving to the city. In the city they could not keep a horse. They wouldn't have enough time to take care of me. Also they couldn't afford to board me in a stables and come occasionly to visit. heart broken the girl moved, she gave me to a animal shelter. I neighed and called for her. She looked at me sadly and shook her head, she started walking back to me but her parents ushered her out of the door. The workers at the shelter were kind and caring but still they were nothing like her. I don't really even like to mention her, it just brings painful memories. He sighed, then came along another owner. He was looking for a comp. horse, he saw potential in me. He adopted me and trained hard with me. It was all good,I had something to keep my mind off the girl. Unfourently I wasn't good, in the end he sold me.To a good family. I was their pet, I missed both my owners(a little more the girl), one day I was in my paddock eating some hay, my paddock was right next to the plains, the paddock wasn't locked properly. I decided that I'd have an adventure. So I went out. I went too far, I couldn't find my way home, with a heavy heart I went to sleep, there was a forest fire. I shuddered remebring the heat, the hungery flames burning everything in it's path. I feel down and black out. I was brought here. I am now looking for a home. So one comes to my paddock and takes me home.
The person bring this adoptable home isn't nessisacrly me, it's really however wins, good luck!

[Scarlett Redd]

Username: Snow-Leopard-Lover
Mustang's name: Spirit
History: He has seen a lot. At 6 years of age, he has been used as a cattle herder, been forced to fight, been the leader of a band and a herd, seen a lot of North America and finally land here.