by landofmakebelieve » Mon Mar 10, 2014 2:01 pm
The deputy stared down at the leader. The leader was loosing his final life. The deputy turned a the medicine cat entered the den. "StarClan has sent me a prophecy," She mewed frantically. "A new leader will rise." The deputy gave a malicious grin, and stepped toward the medicine cat, "Ya, it's me," He growled and leapt at the med cat. He slit her throat, killing her and turned to the leader, "Goodbye dear leader. I hope you'll be watching from StarClan as I tear this clan apart." He meowed as the leader took his last breaths and his eyes glazed over.
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landofmakebelieve on Mon Mar 10, 2014 3:13 pm, edited 2 times in total.

hello, bonjour
please call me believe
herro der mes amis, i am believe. proud canadian, ottb loving, colt breaking, nfr dreaming. pictured on the left is my racetrack reject, landofmakebelieve, aka molly, moo, shmoo, whatever name comes to mind x] molly is a 10 year old canadian bred thoroughbred mare, and standing at about 16.2hh, we look a little wonky when we chase cans, but la dee da that's alright. molly and i tried several disciplines. i tried desperately to get her to catch on to dressage, but unfortunately, she still has the race bred mind and is all go. however, together we found a discipline which we could both enjoy; western gaming. this summer we started travelling to barrel races locally. our current record on a standard size pattern is 17.314 and we are improving with every run. and to all the low budget barrel racers out there such as myself, a word of advise; chin up darling. you may not have a million dollar mount under your butt, but you and your crossbred, rejected, hard headed, rescue baby can do it. you know why? cause those girls sitting in their custom circle y's, upon shiny, top of the line mounts are full of themselves. they think there's no way they can lose. they get cocky. stay humble, believe in yourself, in your horse, and most importantly ride your little heart out.