[SydneyandStorm]

Who could possibly talk about horse breed development without the significant contributions of the First Nations people? The Nokota is just one of the many breeds developed by Native American nations ^^

For anyone who doesn't know, the Around the World event will have two horses of the same breed from each major region that has made a significant equine breed contribution. Because I will die if I have to make 392 horses for this event, only the regions/countries in which a recognizable breed has been produced will be included; this does not mean your country doesn't count! I just have to keep the horses restricted to the major ones, especially those we don't already have in our sim yet ^^

This Nokota is eligible for the RVFHA.

To win this girl, write a story in which you break through to her. Bonus points for keeping true to her personality in the process. The best story wins, and the competition will be judged on October 9th!

Username: overcaffienated.
Barn: Cavallo Combined Training
Registered name: Cavallo Noble Cause
Show name: Noble Cause
Call name: Novea
Gender: Mare
Age: Passed away at 28 years
Height: 14.3hh
Breed: Nokota
Discipline: Western Pleasure

Head: 11
Neck: 14
Shoulders: 15
Forelegs: 13
Chest: 7
Barrel: 9
Hindquarters: 12
Hind legs: 12
Feet: 8
Action: 14
Coat: 16

Intelligence: 4
Willingness: 8
Trainability: 7
Natural talent: 6
Training: +29

Attitude: Clever

Primary association: Redwood Valley Feral Horse Association
Secondary associations: None

Breeding fee: 374c
Breeding success rate: 48%
Breeding status: Private

Western pleasure breeding bonus: +5
Reining breeding bonus: +1

Ee Aa Ff Oo

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mark!

[Chico_Mistpool]

Username: Littlelily
Barn: Brumby River Ranch
Registered name: N/A
Show name: Make Me A Miracle
Call name: Miracle
Gender: Mare
Age: 5 years
Height: 16.1 hh
Breed: Nokota
Discipline: N/A
Breeding fee: N/A
Story:
(THIS TOOK ME FOREVER XDXD)

I watched miracle. Her beautiful brown mane floating in the air. I hated this. She had been transported to Brumby River Ranch from America. She seemed willing to cooperate, but frightened of her surroundings. She seemed to have a aurora around her saying 'I am no mere horse'. Everything about her seemed about intelligence. She seemed to float on a cloud of dust as she galloped. She snorted and shook her head. The weight of a carrot sat in my hand. I walked over to her and held out the carrot. She ate it and sniffed my pocket for more. She managed to grab the carrot that I was keeping for Bright! I couldn't believe it! She ate that and then, when she made sure that there was no more, she galloped towards the other side of the paddock. There, she jumped over the fence and ended up in Bright's paddock. She then bit Bright and they galloped off towards the beach.


The next day was mayhem. She just galloped around the pasture, looking for her friends Bright and Faith. I walked over to Bright's stall and put her plain brown and black halter on her. I lead her over to her pasture and then heard the clip clopping of hooves. I turned and gasped. Behind Bright was Miracle. I burst out laughing and put a halter on her. I carefully pulled out two carrots and gave one to each of them. I carefully patted Miracle's head and lead them down to the paddock. Miracle galloped and as she galloped, Bright whinnied for her friend. My head kept saying 'they are just horses', But the way Miracle held herself was astonishing! I took the lead rope off of Bright and turned her out into Miracle's pasture, to see what would happen. Then I relised that Bright ran straight over to Miracle and nuzzled her! What's going on? I thought. I looked over and relised. Miracle was acting like a foster mother for her! I couldn't believe it! Way to go Miracle. Welcome to the family.


The next day I walked out with a saddle. I placed it on the fence and left it there, while I was doing my chores. Miracle sniffed it but kept well away from it. I made sure that I never separated Miracle and Bright. They are family. They must stick together, like a mother kangaroo and her joey.


Epilogue:

Miracle was the foster mother to Bright. She was the one who taught her how to be a horse. She was the one who helped me train her. Without her, Bright would have never been trained.



Miracle is a bright and clever mare. She always jumps out of her paddock and always tries to beat others. She loves her daughter, Bright.
(Cause I have to do this)

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Username: overcaffienated.
Barn: Cavallo Combined Training
Registered name: N/A
Show name: Noble Cause
Call name: Novea
Gender: Mare
Age: 6 yrs
Height: 14.3hh
Breed: Nokota
Discipline: Eventing
Breeding fee: 374c
Story:
Kasey can be the most hilarious person when it comes to being serious about something she’s excited about. She sat on the edge of her seat this foggy morning, her hands gripping the steering wheel harshly, her face flat and grim but her eyes filled with brightness. Anyone could tell she was overjoyed that someone had been following her little feral horse center, that someone trusted her facility enough to give her a call when things went awry. She’d received the call early this morning, come sprinting down the stairs to urge me into the truck while whipping a coat over her shoulders. A nearby small-scale farm had taken in a nokota mare fresh off the range as a project horse but had found her much more of a troublemaker than they expected, and had offered her to Kasey in exchange for some assistance in finding a more suitable horse. I’d sleepily slumped into the truck with a half-finished mug of coffee in my hand, asking her if she was really willing to take on a project so soon; she blew me off as though I’d mentioned something as simple as whether I’d asked her if she was planning to ride today.
We arrived at the little farm around 11 in the morning; the owner, a sweet couple, greeted us with relief. They quickly brought us to the mare’s paddock, wasting no time on introductions.

“God, she’s beautiful,” Kasey whispered at the sight of the mare. Her winter coat had not yet come in - she was as sleek as a seal, her coat shimmering despite having not been groomed in quite some time. Apparently they’d already worked out the details of the exchange, because my daughter ran off to fetch the trailer without another word; I guess it had already been established that the mare wasn’t halter-broke.

Surprisingly, the mare showed no signs of trouble on the way to the farm and stepped cleanly into the isolation paddock, sniffing around for a minute before deciding she didn’t mind much of anything here. She was a brave little thing, that’s for sure; I’ve yet to see another feral horse quite as well-adjusted. Figuring the stable kids would alert her if anything went wrong, Kasey suggested we go out to lunch to discuss our plans for the farm. The mare watched us go almost smugly, I swear it.

Let me note that our home does not stand terribly near to the horse paddocks; they’re separated by a fence and at least an acre of land. To see Olympus, my beloved dutch warmblood stallion, grazing peacefully on my front lawn was concerning, to say the least. My first impression was that he might have figured out how to clear the fence; Kasey cackled when I suggested we raise the fence to 10 feet ‘to prove his abilities.’ She quickly silenced, though, staring intently out towards the pastures.

“Mom. Mom. Look.”

All four of my other horses were loose, mostly grazing near the barn and sniffing at each other. Kasey’s stallion, too, pranced around with his tail held high, reveling in his newfound freedom. The new mare was nowhere to be seen.

Upon inspection of the paddocks we found all of the electric fences downed and deactivated; none of the characteristic ticking could be heard anywhere around the farm. We managed to herd all of the horses into stalls, hoping we’d had no accidental pregnancies in however long they’d been loose. After getting all of the visible animals contained Kasey sprinted off to the fence controller, hoping to find some evidence of what had happened.

“Maybe one of the kids turned it off by accident,” she yelled over her shoulder.

She returned within a matter of minutes, panting and shaking her head in disbelief. It took her a minute to compose herself.

“That mare...dear god...I don’t know how she got out….”

I stared at her incredulously. It became clear that the mare had either pushed through the fence of her paddock or jumped it and missed, since it was clearly crushed. Not only that, though, she had managed to locate the control box and deactivate it, rendering the fences totally useless. For the most part she was unscathed besides a few cuts on her chest; she’d been grazing triumphantly near the box, leaving it covered in slobber and bits of grass. When that couple told me the mare was an escape artist, I had no idea they meant on this scale.

Just then the mare came around the corner of the barn, staring at us with light in her eyes. Kasey burst out laughing.

“Look at her, she’s laughin’ at us!”

We herded the mare into a covered stall near the barn that’d be impossible for her to escape without severely injuring herself and managed to repair the fences and return the other horses to their paddocks before suppertime. Kasey couldn’t stop talking about how that mare had bravely walked up to her and sniffed her all over, clearly unafraid of the slight little form with a lead rope.

“She’s so smart,” she told me, “a little genius mare. Afraid of nothing. Seriously. I’ll make you a bet that I can get her haltered by the end of the week.”

I glanced at her doubtfully.

“If you lose you’re going to be cleaning all of my tack for the show this weekend.”

“I already clean all of your tack, mom. If you lose you’re cleaning all of mine.”

[Galaxy Thoroughbred]

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Username: Galaxy Thoroughbred
Barn: Reedifing Perfection Stud
Registered name: N/A
Show name: Does It Look Like I Want To Talk To You
Call name: Sarcasm
Gender: Mare
Age: 7 Years Old
Height: 15.2 hh
Breed: Nokota
Discipline:
Breeding fee: 550 c
Story:

[SydneyandStorm]

Username: overcaffienated.
Barn: Cavallo Combined Training
Registered name: N/A
Show name: Noble Cause
Call name: Novea
Gender: Mare
Age: 6 yrs
Height: 14.3hh
Breed: Nokota
Discipline: Eventing
Breeding fee: 374c
Story:
Kasey can be the most hilarious person when it comes to being serious about something she’s excited about. She sat on the edge of her seat this foggy morning, her hands gripping the steering wheel harshly, her face flat and grim but her eyes filled with brightness. Anyone could tell she was overjoyed that someone had been following her little feral horse center, that someone trusted her facility enough to give her a call when things went awry. She’d received the call early this morning, come sprinting down the stairs to urge me into the truck while whipping a coat over her shoulders. A nearby small-scale farm had taken in a nokota mare fresh off the range as a project horse but had found her much more of a troublemaker than they expected, and had offered her to Kasey in exchange for some assistance in finding a more suitable horse. I’d sleepily slumped into the truck with a half-finished mug of coffee in my hand, asking her if she was really willing to take on a project so soon; she blew me off as though I’d mentioned something as simple as whether I’d asked her if she was planning to ride today.
We arrived at the little farm around 11 in the morning; the owner, a sweet couple, greeted us with relief. They quickly brought us to the mare’s paddock, wasting no time on introductions.

“God, she’s beautiful,” Kasey whispered at the sight of the mare. Her winter coat had not yet come in - she was as sleek as a seal, her coat shimmering despite having not been groomed in quite some time. Apparently they’d already worked out the details of the exchange, because my daughter ran off to fetch the trailer without another word; I guess it had already been established that the mare wasn’t halter-broke.

Surprisingly, the mare showed no signs of trouble on the way to the farm and stepped cleanly into the isolation paddock, sniffing around for a minute before deciding she didn’t mind much of anything here. She was a brave little thing, that’s for sure; I’ve yet to see another feral horse quite as well-adjusted. Figuring the stable kids would alert her if anything went wrong, Kasey suggested we go out to lunch to discuss our plans for the farm. The mare watched us go almost smugly, I swear it.

Let me note that our home does not stand terribly near to the horse paddocks; they’re separated by a fence and at least an acre of land. To see Olympus, my beloved dutch warmblood stallion, grazing peacefully on my front lawn was concerning, to say the least. My first impression was that he might have figured out how to clear the fence; Kasey cackled when I suggested we raise the fence to 10 feet ‘to prove his abilities.’ She quickly silenced, though, staring intently out towards the pastures.

“Mom. Mom. Look.”

All four of my other horses were loose, mostly grazing near the barn and sniffing at each other. Kasey’s stallion, too, pranced around with his tail held high, reveling in his newfound freedom. The new mare was nowhere to be seen.

Upon inspection of the paddocks we found all of the electric fences downed and deactivated; none of the characteristic ticking could be heard anywhere around the farm. We managed to herd all of the horses into stalls, hoping we’d had no accidental pregnancies in however long they’d been loose. After getting all of the visible animals contained Kasey sprinted off to the fence controller, hoping to find some evidence of what had happened.

“Maybe one of the kids turned it off by accident,” she yelled over her shoulder.

She returned within a matter of minutes, panting and shaking her head in disbelief. It took her a minute to compose herself.

“That mare...dear god...I don’t know how she got out….”

I stared at her incredulously. It became clear that the mare had either pushed through the fence of her paddock or jumped it and missed, since it was clearly crushed. Not only that, though, she had managed to locate the control box and deactivate it, rendering the fences totally useless. For the most part she was unscathed besides a few cuts on her chest; she’d been grazing triumphantly near the box, leaving it covered in slobber and bits of grass. When that couple told me the mare was an escape artist, I had no idea they meant on this scale.

Just then the mare came around the corner of the barn, staring at us with light in her eyes. Kasey burst out laughing.

“Look at her, she’s laughin’ at us!”

We herded the mare into a covered stall near the barn that’d be impossible for her to escape without severely injuring herself and managed to repair the fences and return the other horses to their paddocks before suppertime. Kasey couldn’t stop talking about how that mare had bravely walked up to her and sniffed her all over, clearly unafraid of the slight little form with a lead rope.

“She’s so smart,” she told me, “a little genius mare. Afraid of nothing. Seriously. I’ll make you a bet that I can get her haltered by the end of the week.”

I glanced at her doubtfully.

“If you lose you’re going to be cleaning all of my tack for the show this weekend.”

“I already clean all of your tack, mom. If you lose you’re cleaning all of mine.”

This is such a precious and funny story! I absolutely love it -- you've earned her! Congrats, overcaffienated.! <3

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changing novea's specialty to western pleasure!

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Novea is now registered in the RVFHA as Cavallo Noble Cause

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train horse, please!

[SydneyandStorm]

Novea earned +2 during training.