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Fill out form correctly. The short story must be about the mare, it can be her history, something that she explored, anything! Please don't make it over 500 words. Thank you!

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WTE Name: Luna
WTE Age: 3 years
Gender: Mare
Height: 14.2 hh
Personality: No one really knows anything about Luna, being the lonely, solitaire type. She likes peace and quiet, the serenity of the wind blowing and natures best in the open fields and dark forests often ease her mind. This is often hard for her to do, her odd coat color often bringing either unwanted trouble or company, her deepest fear of being rejected often bringing out a bitter side that she tries so desperately to hide. With all of these things, she has a hidden side of a loving mother. She loves those tiny, warm bundles of fur of the little creatures.
Short story:

She prodded along, keeping her head and tail high as she looked about with her ever shifting, violet hues. She wasn't going anywhere in particular, just wandering on a well worn path, a daily trip she took just to stretch her legs and take in the fresh air.

As the mist curled from her wide nostrils, she turned her eyes forward and pricked her elegantly curved ears before coming to a stop. A sharp crack resounded from the path ahead that was followed by a small noise. She arched her neck and carefully moved forward, nostrils quivering, legs pulling high from the ground in a worried prance as she aimed her elegantly curved ears toward the noise. She was worried about what it could be, though it sounded trapped, it could be dangerous.

Upon reaching the source of the noise she stopped, astounded at what lay before her. Tangled in a mangle of brush and sharp sticks was a small foal, grey and dappled in color. She thrashed about a little more as the odd mare approached, making small and desperate neighs as the sticks and sticky brush tugged at her velvety black mane and the delicate fur of her hide. She turned her baby blue eyes to Luna and the mare melted, the terrified sparkle in the little foal's eyes wrenching at her heart.

She made a low, reassuring rumbling neigh as she leaned down and slowly began fishing the poor foal from the bramble. The process was slow, painful, and took a while but once she was free, she immediately clung to the mare of whom freed her, rubbing her small head against Luna's front legs. The mare touched her nose to the foal's little nose and pricked her ears as she met her icy blue hues. The foal whinnied and bucked about, happy to be free from her prison, her long, black legs splayed in the air in a rear, her right front leg socked just to her fetlock.

Luna tossed her head and raised in a half rear in return before trotting forward, looking back at the little filly to make sure she was following. She ran forward on her awkward little legs, catching up to Luna as they began their journey to find her mother.

Genes:Bay base: Roan=AA, Sooty=Aa

[nimrod.]

Looky who it is! I've missed you :p she is a purty girly, good luck peeps

[Lucky Strike <3]

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WTE Name: Luna
WTE Age: 3 years
Gender: Mare
Height: 14.2 hh
Personality: No one really knows anything about Luna, being the lonely, solitaire type. She likes peace and quiet, the serenity of the wind blowing and natures best in the open fields and dark forests often ease her mind. This is often hard for her to do, her odd coat color often bringing either unwanted trouble or company, her deepest fear of being rejected often bringing out a bitter side that she tries so desperately to hide. With all of these things, she has a hidden side of a loving mother. She loves those tiny, warm bundles of fur of the little creatures.
Short story:

She prodded along, keeping her head and tail high as she looked about with her ever shifting, violet hues. She wasn't going anywhere in particular, just wandering on a well worn path, a daily trip she took just to stretch her legs and take in the fresh air.

As the mist curled from her wide nostrils, she turned her eyes forward and pricked her elegantly curved ears before coming to a stop. A sharp crack resounded from the path ahead that was followed by a small noise. She arched her neck and carefully moved forward, nostrils quivering, legs pulling high from the ground in a worried prance as she aimed her elegantly curved ears toward the noise. She was worried about what it could be, though it sounded trapped, it could be dangerous.

Upon reaching the source of the noise she stopped, astounded at what lay before her. Tangled in a mangle of brush and sharp sticks was a small foal, grey and dappled in color. She thrashed about a little more as the odd mare approached, making small and desperate neighs as the sticks and sticky brush tugged at her velvety black mane and the delicate fur of her hide. She turned her baby blue eyes to Luna and the mare melted, the terrified sparkle in the little foal's eyes wrenching at her heart.

She made a low, reassuring rumbling neigh as she leaned down and slowly began fishing the poor foal from the bramble. The process was slow, painful, and took a while but once she was free, she immediately clung to the mare of whom freed her, rubbing her small head against Luna's front legs. The mare touched her nose to the foal's little nose and pricked her ears as she met her icy blue hues. The foal whinnied and bucked about, happy to be free from her prison, her long, black legs splayed in the air in a rear, her right front leg socked just to her fetlock.

Luna tossed her head and raised in a half rear in return before trotting forward, looking back at the little filly to make sure she was following. She ran forward on her awkward little legs, catching up to Luna as they began their journey to find her mother.

Genes:Bay base: Roan=AA, Sooty=Aa

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Username: Redtail<3 It has been changed to Hobbit Geek
WTE Name: Mayla
WTE Age: 5 years
Gender: Mare
Height: 14.2 hh
Personality: She is sweet, kind, caring and wild. she can be grumpy or snappy at times but is a real sweetheart.
Short story: 500 words exactly (I think)

Mayla was as wild as anyone could meet, free from everything, she had no herd, for that is how she liked it. She would prance around and grazed as she wished doing only what she wanted.

But one day that all changed. Humans had moved to the area and spotted her alone, they wondered why she was without herd so they spoke together one night and made a choice. Mayla, unaware of what they were doing, was sleeping. the next morning they found Mayla as she slept and put a rope around her neck. Mayla woke, puzzled she had something around her neck. She looked up and saw the humans, she neighed and tried her hardest to break free but it was no use. She held her head low as they dragged her back to the village. Mayla walked slowly, eyes shining with sadness and fear.

They took her to a round pen and a man brought out a halter "Come on girl" He said kindly as he tried to put it on her head. She took a step back and narrowed her eyes not trusting the man. He took something out of his pocket and held it out to her in his hand. Mayla sniffed it, the man just watched for a moment as she bent to eat the treat, then he quickly put the halter on before she could draw her head away. Mayla snorted and pawed the ground, angry at herself for eating it.

they left her in the pen with food and water, though she refused to eat it. they started getting worried, So they walked into the pen and started towards her, a lead in one of their hands. Mayla galloped around the pen, they trapped her between them and they got the lead on. They dragged her to a stall in a barn where they thought she would be more happy.

Mayla sighed wishing she was home. She missed the wind in her mane, the feeling of being free, and most of all not having a halter on. Mayla decided that instead of sitting there pouting she wanted to at least try and get out. she kicked the door with her back hooves but she only left a dent. She tried and tried again but it did nothing but make the dent larger.

Aurora, a thirdeen year old girl, walked up to the stall door. "You don't want to be here do you?" She said as slowly reaching out and grabbing the lead, she opened the stall door and held the lead in her right hand. Mayla found that she trusted this girl more then anyone she has ever met in her life. Aurora led her out of the village and took her halter off "There, your free again" She said with a smile. Mayla nuzzled her and galloped back to her home.

Every year Mayla would visit the village to see her new friend Aurora and no one tried to capture her again..

The end
Genes:Bay base: Roan=AA, Sooty=Aa

[Baby bunnies!]

Looky who it is! I've missed you :p she is a purty girly, good luck peeps

Hey! Nimrod! I've missed you too, it has been a long time Thank you.

The forms look good everyone!

[Baby bunnies!]

Sorry the judging came so late! I have been really busy!

Hard choice between you two... Both stories were touching... but had to chose someone... Congrats Lucky Strike!

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WTE Name: Luna
WTE Age: 3 years
Gender: Mare
Height: 14.2 hh
Personality: No one really knows anything about Luna, being the lonely, solitaire type. She likes peace and quiet, the serenity of the wind blowing and natures best in the open fields and dark forests often ease her mind. This is often hard for her to do, her odd coat color often bringing either unwanted trouble or company, her deepest fear of being rejected often bringing out a bitter side that she tries so desperately to hide. With all of these things, she has a hidden side of a loving mother. She loves those tiny, warm bundles of fur of the little creatures.
Short story:

She prodded along, keeping her head and tail high as she looked about with her ever shifting, violet hues. She wasn't going anywhere in particular, just wandering on a well worn path, a daily trip she took just to stretch her legs and take in the fresh air.

As the mist curled from her wide nostrils, she turned her eyes forward and pricked her elegantly curved ears before coming to a stop. A sharp crack resounded from the path ahead that was followed by a small noise. She arched her neck and carefully moved forward, nostrils quivering, legs pulling high from the ground in a worried prance as she aimed her elegantly curved ears toward the noise. She was worried about what it could be, though it sounded trapped, it could be dangerous.

Upon reaching the source of the noise she stopped, astounded at what lay before her. Tangled in a mangle of brush and sharp sticks was a small foal, grey and dappled in color. She thrashed about a little more as the odd mare approached, making small and desperate neighs as the sticks and sticky brush tugged at her velvety black mane and the delicate fur of her hide. She turned her baby blue eyes to Luna and the mare melted, the terrified sparkle in the little foal's eyes wrenching at her heart.

She made a low, reassuring rumbling neigh as she leaned down and slowly began fishing the poor foal from the bramble. The process was slow, painful, and took a while but once she was free, she immediately clung to the mare of whom freed her, rubbing her small head against Luna's front legs. The mare touched her nose to the foal's little nose and pricked her ears as she met her icy blue hues. The foal whinnied and bucked about, happy to be free from her prison, her long, black legs splayed in the air in a rear, her right front leg socked just to her fetlock.

Luna tossed her head and raised in a half rear in return before trotting forward, looking back at the little filly to make sure she was following. She ran forward on her awkward little legs, catching up to Luna as they began their journey to find her mother.

Genes:Bay base: Roan=AA, Sooty=Aa