[HowlingHooves]

Breeding UFA 5/?
This breeding rolled positive for twins, and here's the next filly.
Smokey blacks are love. <3

Username: Laurara
Show Name: Grace Under Pressure
Barn Name: Zara
Gender: Mare
Height: 16.2 hands

Sire: Demalion
Dam: Grace

Phenotype: Silver Smokey Black Roan Tovero
Genotype: Ee aa Crcr Ff Zz Rnrn Tt Oo
Eye Color: Ausmus
Breeding Notes:
• Carries Flaxen; will express on Chestnut bases if bred to another carrier.
• Cannot be bred to another Overo due to LWS.
• Cannot be bred until 9/10.

[Placebo]

Username: Placebo
Show Name: AHS ---
Barn Name: Amani
Motherly Love:

"My mama Grace always told me the importance of my family. You can never lose sight of what's important, she said. Only then could I be assured of my own self-worth."

wip wip, gonna write a short story if I find the time during work ;v; / what a baby

[Moomin Valley]

Username: ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs
Show Name: Wishful thinking
Barn Name: Wish
Motherly Love: Growing up Wish was a little brat, she always wanted to be the center of attention feeling constantly left out even though everyone's eyes were on her. her mom was the one to give her the most attention and thus she grew to be quite the mamas girl. She'd be around her mom consonantly trying to get her attention

[HowlingHooves]

I’m going to extend this until 9/5, or until at least three finished forms have been posted.

[Tiger♥Bear]

Username: Tiger❤️Bear
Show Name: A Fallen Star
Barn Name: Tara
Motherly Love: Tara is special. She’s not exactly troublesome, but she can sometimes be a handful. She’s loving, caring, a bit blunt, and only wants to learn more about the world. Her parents knew she wasn’t like the other foals or even much like her own sister. From a young age, Tara was extremely intelligent- knowing about things beyond her years and expected comprehension. Wanting to know all there is about the world, she would often inquire from her mother about new things. If she’s not asking about things in the world, she’s asking about how it works. What is love? How did we get here? What happens when we die? Why am I the way I am? Some of the questions she asks aren’t so simple to answer. On the occasion she’s not asking questions, she can often be found dancing. She loves to dance. Sometimes asking her sister to join, but usually does so alone. However, she does like to perform for her mother. It’s one of the few ways she shows her love and appreciation for the one who gave her life. Tara loves her mother deeply. She knows she is often a bit enthusiastic, but the patience she feels from her mother eases her mind. Sometimes she’ll be frustrated with answers she’s given (or not given) and feel she has no one to turn to. But that’s never the case. Once she’s realized her mother doesn’t have all the answers, she’s forgiving and grateful for the effort she puts forth. Tara wouldn’t replace her mother for anyone. Perhaps she wouldn’t mind a few more answers, but never trade them for her mother. For that is the most precious thing in her life.

[JerseyDusk]

I have no time to do this yet I want to when I get to my pc so wippp

[Lavellan]

Username: Laurara
Show Name: Grace Under Pressure
Barn Name: Zara
Motherly Love:

It was with a saddened huff that the filly spun, pale tail lashing against her sides. Sometimes having a twin brother was awesome... Other times, it was absolutely awful.
This was one of those times, the colts in the pasture all ganging up on the sweet filly and spitting horrid statements and names in her direction. She could never return that awful behaviour, it wasn't in her blood. And so she stood, hoping that the jokes would turn and become inclusive... but they didn't. It was her brother who shot the last arrow, the only one in the group who she thought she trusted, the one who she thought would save her. And he blurted out the nastiest comments, spat the harshest insults.
Enough was enough.
Loping to the other side of the pasture, the laughing followed her, trapped inside her ears as she left them. Lowering her muzzle as if to graze, she spotted the gaggle of colts, still looking in her direction and speaking to one another.
But something appeared behind them, a taller, paler figure, one that made her heart soar.
Momma!
With a sharp, swift nip to each colt, the scolding began, and, within moments, the bundle of colts were sheepishly approaching her, heads low and ears lower, muttering apologies before turning, some still smarting from Grace's swift nips.
Last to approach was her brother, mother at his hip.
"I'm sorry..." He muttered, but was told to say it properly. Grace's soft voice was stern, but there was amusement in her eyes. She knew her son would learn from this, but she needed to see it through first.
After a brief apology, the colt returned to his friends, tail clamped down and head still lowered sheepishly.
Zara watched him retreating, making up her mind then and there to be just like her momma when she grew up. Sweet, kind, caring and gentle, she would help those that needed help.

[HowlingHooves]

Username: Laurara
Show Name: Grace Under Pressure
Barn Name: Zara
Motherly Love:

It was with a saddened huff that the filly spun, pale tail lashing against her sides. Sometimes having a twin brother was awesome... Other times, it was absolutely awful.
This was one of those times, the colts in the pasture all ganging up on the sweet filly and spitting horrid statements and names in her direction. She could never return that awful behaviour, it wasn't in her blood. And so she stood, hoping that the jokes would turn and become inclusive... but they didn't. It was her brother who shot the last arrow, the only one in the group who she thought she trusted, the one who she thought would save her. And he blurted out the nastiest comments, spat the harshest insults.
Enough was enough.
Loping to the other side of the pasture, the laughing followed her, trapped inside her ears as she left them. Lowering her muzzle as if to graze, she spotted the gaggle of colts, still looking in her direction and speaking to one another.
But something appeared behind them, a taller, paler figure, one that made her heart soar.
Momma!
With a sharp, swift nip to each colt, the scolding began, and, within moments, the bundle of colts were sheepishly approaching her, heads low and ears lower, muttering apologies before turning, some still smarting from Grace's swift nips.
Last to approach was her brother, mother at his hip.
"I'm sorry..." He muttered, but was told to say it properly. Grace's soft voice was stern, but there was amusement in her eyes. She knew her son would learn from this, but she needed to see it through first.
After a brief apology, the colt returned to his friends, tail clamped down and head still lowered sheepishly.
Zara watched him retreating, making up her mind then and there to be just like her momma when she grew up. Sweet, kind, caring and gentle, she would help those that needed help.

Congrats!

[Lavellan]

Aah, thank you so much! <3 <3 I'll take good care of this gal, promise!