[SydneyandStorm]

Username: apart
Barn: Sionnach Stables
Show name: Fhinné de Taibhsí, meaning 'Witness of Ghosts'.
Call name: Fhinné
Gender: Mare
Age: 25 years
Height: 18.1 hands
Breed: Shire
Discipline: Cross-country

Head: 10
Neck: 9
Shoulders: 8
Forelegs: 12
Chest: 8
Barrel: 8
Hindquarters: 11
Hind legs: 10
Feet: 8
Action: 12
Coat: 8

Intelligence: 4
Willingness: 2
Trainability: 4
Natural talent: 11
Training: +3

Attitude: Sensitive

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Breeding fee: 2,000c

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[landofmakebelieve]

Username: piaffes in the snow
Barn: Briar Hill English Facility
Show name: BH Velvet Finest
Call name: Velvet
Gender: Mare
Age: 3 Years
Height: 18.2hh
Breed: Shire
Discipline: Three Day
Breeding fee: Closed
Short story:

Looking back as far as I possibly can remember, my first clear memory is the day that I first met the outside world. As a young foal, I was tiny and weak, and so for the first three weeks of life I was kept in the stables.
A groom came in and clipped a lead to my dear mother's leather halter and lead her out of the stall. Of course, I stumbled after her, protesting leaving my home in the warm stall. With the lulling nickers of my mother, however, I eventually relaxed and walked calmly, yet cautiously along behind her.
When we came to the end of the barn, I stopped dead in my tracks. It was so bright out there! Whinnying frantically to my dam, I began to panick. This outside world terrified me, yet I could not live inside forever, and mother was getting farther and farther from me.
When mother heard my panicked calls, she too stopped, and once again encouraged me with her comforting, familiar voice. Tentitavely, I took a few steps into the stone path to the paddocks, my knees shaking. I whinnied once more to my mother who answered with a soft snort.
After many moments I just seemed to settle, and walked quickly to catch my mother. And so our journey carried on, down the stone path, through the willow trees and finally to the white-fenced paddocks. I was alarmed to find many other foals frollicking while their dams' grazed quietly nearby. Mother tossed her long mane and whinnied welcome to her companions. As soon as she was free in the field, she trotted purposefully toward the other mothers. I followed, and by her side is where I stayed for the rest of that day.
And there you have it. My first memory.

[cowgirlchrista]

Username: Cowgirlchrista
Barn: Harlequinn Equestrian Centre
Show name: HW's
Call name:
Gender: Mare
Age: 6
Height: 16.3hh
Breed: Shire
Discipline: Driving
Breeding fee: 1,200c
Short story: WIP

[waldeinsamkeit.]

do you think I could change her to a warm blood if I get her. I need horses, but I have no use for a shire

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[SydneyandStorm]

do you think I could change her to a warm blood if I get her. I need horses, but I have no use for a shire

No, I'm sorry ^^' If I did that, it'd be unfair if I didn't do it for all of them -- you understand, I hope <3

[SydneyandStorm]

Extending this to the 26th ^^

[Cooluser1615]

Username: HeroHorse
Barn: Sionnach Stables
Show name: Fhinné de Taibhsí, meaning 'Witness of Ghosts'.
Call name: Fhinné
Gender: Mare
Age: Three years old
Height: 18.1 hands high
Breed: Shire
Discipline: Cross-country
Breeding fee: 3,500c
Short story:
A long time ago, from a horse's point of view, Fhinné de Taibhsí shared a stall with her dam. The stall- the entire livery stable, in fact -was described by the humans as safe, modern and free from the dangers of the outside world. That was true, up to a point. Yet Fhinné was but an innocent, ever-curious foal and neither the roomy stall nor her caring dam could prevent her from looking through the stall bars at the goings on of the stable. The sights which Fhinné saw were interesting enough, but there was only one which haunts her memory to this very day.
It was a cold morning in one of the earlier months of spring; about early March or late February. A cool gust of wind wafted into the stable block- the double doors were both cast open. It was not the breeze itself that caught Fhinné's attention, but what the breeze blew into the stable. Thirteen swallows, darting around in the wind as though they were leaves and not birds. Fhinné's eyes fell on one bird, who had fallen behind the small flock. The creature turned its head as though looking around the barn and, to her horror, plummeted to the ground. An icy chill seemed to run down the young foal's spine and she felt that she heard a noise, so faint as to have possibly sprung from the wild realms of her youthful imagination. Then again, perhaps the sound bore a deeper, darker origin than that. Either way, it was the first time that Fhinné saw death. It was by no means the last.

[SydneyandStorm]

I'll be judging this in six hours <3

[SydneyandStorm]

Username: HeroHorse
Barn: Sionnach Stables
Show name: Fhinné de Taibhsí, meaning 'Witness of Ghosts'.
Call name: Fhinné
Gender: Mare
Age: Three years old
Height: 18.1 hands high
Breed: Shire
Discipline: Cross-country
Breeding fee: 3,500c
Short story:
A long time ago, from a horse's point of view, Fhinné de Taibhsí shared a stall with her dam. The stall- the entire livery stable, in fact -was described by the humans as safe, modern and free from the dangers of the outside world. That was true, up to a point. Yet Fhinné was but an innocent, ever-curious foal and neither the roomy stall nor her caring dam could prevent her from looking through the stall bars at the goings on of the stable. The sights which Fhinné saw were interesting enough, but there was only one which haunts her memory to this very day.
It was a cold morning in one of the earlier months of spring; about early March or late February. A cool gust of wind wafted into the stable block- the double doors were both cast open. It was not the breeze itself that caught Fhinné's attention, but what the breeze blew into the stable. Thirteen swallows, darting around in the wind as though they were leaves and not birds. Fhinné's eyes fell on one bird, who had fallen behind the small flock. The creature turned its head as though looking around the barn and, to her horror, plummeted to the ground. An icy chill seemed to run down the young foal's spine and she felt that she heard a noise, so faint as to have possibly sprung from the wild realms of her youthful imagination. Then again, perhaps the sound bore a deeper, darker origin than that. Either way, it was the first time that Fhinné saw death. It was by no means the last.

Congrats, HeroHorse! What a cute little story and a very unique memory! <3

[Cooluser1615]

Thank you so much! I really enjoyed reading piaffes' story too. She's a really beautiful mare and I hope that she'll do well in cross-country. May I train her?