by landofmakebelieve » Mon Apr 14, 2014 1:05 pm
Secretstar snarled, hurling herself at the other she-cat again, her claws extended and slashing at the traitor in fury.
Sunfire suddenly felt himself swept off his paws by the rogue, pinned on his back. He squirmed, but the rogue only tightened it's grip.
Hawksnow dashed over to Moonlight when he seen the fallen warrior. Dragging her body back away from the fight, he covered her with hay for now before leaping back into battle.
Secretstar leapt again at Icefrost, this time purposely raming into her to knock her off her brother.

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.