Username;; Promiscuous.
Name;; Catus
Gender;; Mare
Age;; Five.
Coat Color;; Fleabitten Grey
Story;;
Quitting is like a disease
Which spreads very slowly
It eats up all your confidence
And weakens you steadily
If you don’t take stock of it
And control it at an early stage
Giving up will become a hobby
A war in your life it will wage
So if you have been infected
And you want a cure
Never give up in your life
And you will get treated for sure
It was the start of a hazy morning. This mare was just a year old. She had been living happily with her mother, a registered mare, a broodmare as well, but retired at the age of Nineteen. Nothing wrong could happen, and nothing ever did. But it wasn't until years passed that her mother had died. The poor yearling was anguished, she was so rueful of her bad behaviors she had with her mother, she wanted to take it all back, everything. Years passed, and the mare was soon developing into a broodmare, though she hadn't seen it coming. For it was until she was 6 she would have to be covered. One evening, a storm rolled in. And it was the end of a daylight savings, meaning it was too dark to even be so nonchalant. So here was what we now known as Catus, Catus was the last of the mares to come in. She was happily grazing, assuming her mare friends were beside her, although she couldn't hear them through the beating rain slamming against the drowning soil, causing a small stream downhill nearby. She could barely hear anyone who would've been calling for her, until it was then she detected something wasn't right. She moved closer, assuming one of the mares were nearby, it turns out they weren't. They would never have left without her! How could have this Happened?! Now startled, she cavorted anxiously beyond the rolling hills of the pasture. She could barely see the dim lights of the barn in her direction as she began to push forward with lightening striking around her. Now horrified, the made squealed and threw her haunches back while thunder boomed in her ears as she bolted down the hill, cautious not to slip, but unfortunately, she had. As she rolled down the hill and straggled, she lifted her head just to see a bolt of lightening strike her. And afterwards, everything was black.
She awoke to the feel of warn bedding around her, or was it a blanket? She awoke to find herself in darkness. Although she could hear the voices of humans, she had no idea where she had been. As she reached out her muzzle toward what she thought was the closest human, she detected nothing. Everything was simply black, she didn't understand why she couldn't see a thing, either her mind was tricking her, or she had gone completely blind. It was obvious she lost her eyesight, when she could still hear the snickers of horses around her. But it was deciphering for her.
