Feather laid her head bown, her breath starting to grow short as her foal fought its way into the world.....fade to black, then suddenly the chesire cat appears (for the children of course) then it fades to purple, no pink! then green and orange....
Feather licked her colt softly, rubbling his red mane the to wrong way to dry it faster. and she hummed softly a sweet simple lullaby, as colt turned to look at her with a strong, but soft gaze. "he will make a fine stallion one day" she murmmered thoughtfuly to Wind. "what does his father think we should name him?" she asked looking up at Wind, though her breath caught on the word 'father' she continued talking and Wind hadn't noticed. then a thought struck the new dam
is Wind his father, or Thunder? she flicked her ears dismissing the thougth, but it still lingered at the back of her mind.
