Ears and tail each have a 33% (1/3) chance of being passed down.
~FrozenSky~ wrote:Username: ~FrozenSky~
Name: Shoestring's Cotton Tailed Hero "Cotton"
Gender: Mare
Height: 1 inch
Type: Shetland
Color: Magical
Special Features: Rabbit ears, rabbit tail
Personality: Cotton an odd little girl, often caught in her own world of imagination. To the average, she is very distant and lonely. But really, she's fine. Cotton's known for having great stories and fairytales that seem to be taken out of a storybook. Yet, they are all real to her. She spends much of her time wandering about, looking for inspiration to amuse the foals she helps the mares take care of.
Extra:
Story:
Cotton walked around, looking for some more inspiration. She had been brought to the stables to help take care of the foals, and one the mares was planning to have a litter soon. Currently she was lost in her imagination, looking at the over grown strands of grass that inhabited the yard. Her ears were bent back as she started to trot. Some of the strands were forming tunnels, which let little beads of sunlight fall through and on to her back. Maybe the hero in her story would be on a mission to save little foals. But, from what?
Cotton emerged from the tunnel onto a concrete platform, some big pots stood in front of her, but in her story they could be killer robots that the hero tied up. Cotton continued to run around the pots, pretending that they were chasing her. She held a pretend rope in her mouth as she kicked the pots and ran around in circles. When she was done the brave little pony galloped further onto the concrete and skidded in front of a giant hose, or maybe it was a venomous snake. She whinnied before charging around the hose, jumping in and out of the loops. She dodged the leftover puddled of water, pretending that it was goo that would capture the pony if she got caught in it. But finally she walked away, with the day saved. She went over to a bush and pretended to untie all of the foals before she proudly walked off as everything exploded behind her. But really, it was just the heater turning on. She galloped back through the tunnel, into the real world where she continued to enhance her story.
