[preppy paws]

Username: resolution
Show Name: HLF's Into The Sun
Barn Name: Irra
Gender: Mare
Height: 15.1hh
Age: 5 years old
Eye Color: Brown
Coat: Dapple Grey
Breed: Thoroughbred

I want to see some professional show names!
You may choose to write a story on how this horse mare gets pampered/prepared for a big race (400 words max!) OR draw this mare with her jockey racing.

[Chronometer]

Username: Chronometer
Show Name: FHS Whitehall's Diplomatic Disaster
Barn Name: Miss Murfin
Art OR Story:
The Whitehall Castaway

[Arrows]

Ended up not having the time</3 Good luck to all! I hope I might steal a breeding!

[.Arrow]

Username: 3.145926535897
Show Name: AMS Face of the Rebellion
Barn Name: Mockingjay
Art OR Story: (From Linnaëa's point of view)
The truck made a sharp turn in the road. "Lynn?" I heard my mother from the seat beside me, "I got the date wrong." "What?" I asked, confused. "The race date, it's not Friday, it's today!" "No!" I started freaking out. The race started at noon, and it was already 10:45! I was Mockingjay's trainer and jockey, and I had to admit it was stressful. We pulled into the lot and got out of the truck. My mother went to got take care of getting Mockingjay registered, and I went to see my grooms, who had come here earlier. I jogged toward them. "Pedro, get Mockingjay tacked up fast so I can warm her up. I'll be right back." I told my head groom. After getting his response, I turned to look for the bathroom. After relieving myself, I hurried to look for a book on the other contestants in the race. "Archidemes looks like some competition, but I think Snowman is the main worry." I thought, mainly to take my mind off of our mixup. I made my way back to our allotted area, where I found Mockingjay just getting her legs wrapped. "Pedro! Why is Mockingjay not tacked up?" I started freaking out; there was only half an hour until the race. "She rubbed out her braids in the trailer, Linnaëa, don't worry, your warm up time will just be short," he said. "I'd rather have her warmed up fully than have a little drag from an unbraided mane! Just get her ready!" I shrieked. I went into the trailer to get dressed, and threw on my Jockey's uniform, the blue and gold colors shining. I pulled my hair up into a bun and secured my helmet. Hurrying outside, I rushed to get Mockingjay's tack on, checking it and double checking it to make sure it was secure. Pedro lifted me up into the saddle, hefting my 115 pounds easily. I started trotting Mockingjay in circle to try to get her warmed up, but a mere five minutes after I started, the escort pony arrived. As the pony led me away, Pedro hurried up to me and gave me the crop. "Don't want to forget that!" he called. I put on a forced smile. Too soon I was in the starting cage. I stood up in the saddle and got ready. I did what I always did, imagined my nerves flew up with the gate - the gate was up and we were off.

[Kiwilady]

Username: kiwilady
Show Name: Dreamboats Runaway
Barn Name: Dream
Art OR Story:
(So happy they both finished and won the race dream with her head held high!)

[Frostbite18]

Username: Frostbite18
Show Name: Midnight Lucky (real horse, I adore her!)
Barn Name: Lucky (lame I know but that's what I would call her)
Art OR Story: ( Sorry, the dapples and the back leg darkening didn't turn out quite how I wanted But I think it's okay
( To look at it closer) http://s2.postimg.org/5vld81x21/image.jpg


http://cdn.paulickreport.com/wp-content ... 84x456.jpg (this is Midnight Lucky, a real racehorse who just retired. She is by Midnight Lute, one of my favorite thoroughbred stallions)

[sjmaef5]

Username: Sjmaef5
Show Name: Wip
Barn Name: Wip
Art OR Story: Art

[tynahi]

Username: Tynahi
Show Name: TLS California Lights
Barn Name: Cali
Art: Bloop c:

[resolution]

Username: resolution
Show Name: HLF's Into the Sun
Barn Name: Irra
Art OR Story: Irra is lead from her stall to the tack station, where a dozen grooms envelop her, cleaning, brushing and tacking the young mare. Her tack: blue and yellow blanket with light racing tack and a shadow band are secured onto her, and her legs are checked and covered in a strong, foul-smelling liniment. It isn’t long before her jockey, a short, light-as-a-feather woman that lets Irra do her own thing, arrives, and is hoisted into the saddle. The jockey takes care to not let her spurs or her crop touch the sensitive, young mare as a side-walker on a calm chestnut pony takes Irra by a rope attached to her halter. He begins to lead the horse down a small dirt aisle, right next to the front row of the crowd. Fans scream, cameras snap and shutter, but the flashy dappled mare loves it all. The spotlight, the crew, the fame, the fortune; all of it. She couldn’t imagine a life more wonderful or more rewarding than this. What could be better than feeling the wind blow against your face? What could compare to stretching out your legs, striving to out stride the horses on either side of you? What could even come close to the thrill of thundering down the final stretch to the finish line, leaving every other high class, expensive thoroughbred in the wake of your tracks? Nothing, nothing could even come close to this for Irra. Snapped back from her day dreaming by a small tap on her side, the flashy mare stepped forward, bobbing her head with excitement as she went. They were on the track now; that turf that she raced on was the most comfortable thing she could ever hope to feel under her hooves. Her rider waved from the thoroughbred’s back, and Irra let out a high-pitched whinny of confidence. She wanted to win, no, she needed to win. She had a title to defend, and she would fight to her fullest for it. As the starting gates come into view, the small grey horse got even more anxious, adrenaline shots beginning to pump through her veins. She bounced on her front feet as she was locked into the stall, lucky number seven being her gate. On those last fading notes of the trumpet, she’d shoot out from the starting gates like there was no tomorrow. She had a race to win. (400 words exactly)

[orse]

Username: {h o r s e}
Show Name: WWT Choose your Battles
Barn Name: Pompeii
Art: I AM SPAZZING