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A UFA breeding ordered by LumosElm from my private October opening! They requested a contest for this little one, so enjoy everyone!

Original Owner:
Name:
Sex: Stallion
Height: 13.3 hh
Coat: Dark Bay Pangare Tobiano
Eye: Blue
Quipping: Multicolour Filled Regular


To try for him, tell me one of his favourite memories from when he was a foal!

End Date: Monday, November 10th, 2025 at 5:00 pm GMT (17:00, CS time)

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Good luck!

[birch.]

Username: birch.
Name: Finn
Memory: "The Fondest memory you ask? Why...I would have to say it was the first snowfall I ever witnessed.

I wasn't more than nine months old my first winter. We could always tell when it was coming. The air turned from warm to bitter cold at night. Then the frosts came, which confused my tender mind that first year. How the dew would freeze on every blade of grass and the entire world seemed to shimmer in the low morning light as it broke over the horizon.

One particularly cold night, the herd moved into the trees nearest the valley and we all bedded down there. It was warmer, the trees working as a shield against the bitter winds that washed over us all, cooling you to your bones and causing you to nestle closer to one another just to sooth the slight ache it caused. But that night was different, something smelled more...fresh on the mountain air. Like a cleanse was coming, but at my age I thought little of it and drifted off to sleep beside my mother.

When I awoke the next morning, I felt something cold land on my nose, the air so cold I couldn't help but sneeze, before my eyes fluttered open and a whole new world lay out before me. The field I knew was not blanketed in white, the trees heavy with their new and growing burden, and the sun shimmered across the surface like a million tiny diamonds. It was beautiful, yet cold and unforgiving, but I couldn't help but be striken by awe at the sight. I knew nothing of the danger snow can put forth, and I do miss the days of being so naive.

I spent the entire day testing my speed in the deep and cold newfound friend, the other Foals and I rolling and romping in it. True youthful activities, things I envy to see now, because I am now burdened with what the adults of that time were burdened with. I will always look upon that memory with a smile, and that will never change."

[lolastorm22]

Username: lolastorm22
Name: Jack
Memory: Jack's favorite memory as a foal was jumping around in leaf piles during autumn! He loved jumping around and frolicing without a care in the world.

[L.V.L]

Username: L.V.L
Name: Troy
Memory: WIP

[Veramora]

Username: Veramora
Name: Buckeye "Bucky"
Memory Bucky's most treasured memory from his foal years probably has to be when he got into his first hobby, making mud and clay paintings! He'd use his tail like a brush to paint the side of the barn however he wanted to express himself. When he felt angry the mud and clay would be splattered harshly across the wood, when he felt sad it would drip and leak, and when he was happy the strokes were swirly and sharp. Nowadays he doesn't really like getting his tail caked in mud like he used to, instead taking to painting with watercolors that he can wash out easily, but he still thinks fondly of those times, and maybe sometimes when he's a bit bored in the turn out and he has access to mud he may dip his tail in and slap it against the barn just for a playful reminder of where he started.

[Chrissy]

Username: Chrissy
Name: Derrick
Memory: Derrick's favourite memory has to be the memory of the first time meeting the Ranch's farrier- his mother was in need of new shoes, and the curious colt stood by and would nibble on the poor man's hair and bug him while he filed her mother's hooves. At the end of the re-shoeing, the colt was praised and rewarded with a sweet! And thus, Derrick is unafraid of the farrier and looks forward to his treat for being a good boy every visit!

[phrogMutt]

Username: phrogMutt
Name: Feather
Memory: when he saw another foal born and learned about what foal's hooves looks like when being born. he was so fascinated by the feathering that he earned the name Feather

[Expresso.]

Username: expresso.
Name: Claratyne or just Clarens
Memory: Clarens has always loved sniffing flowers with his mum. Together, they’d wander through fields bursting with color, competing to see who could collect the most vibrant nose. Yellow, pink, green, purple powder everywhere! Each breath brought a swirl of colorfully dusty perfume onto their soft nozzles. However, competitors had to be careful - one untimely “achoo!” could send all their colors flying!

Clarens’s dad never joined their fragrant adventures as he suffered from hay fever. But as Clarens grew older, his curiosity bloomed just like the flowers he adored. Determined to share the joy with his father, he invented an antihistamine which let his dad, and someday his own children, join in the game without a single sneeze. (Takes out the fun a bit but Clarens is the kind of soul to ensure everyone is included). He named his creation after himself, a tribute to the love, laughter, and blossoms that filled his childhood - Claratyne

[mars]

mark, will update with my form on my next day off ♥

[thelabradorr]

Username: thelabradorr
Name: lyr
Memory:


When Lyr was very young, still all knobby knees and milk-sweet breath, he experienced his fondest memory as a foal. The pasture was unfamiliarly quiet, in that slow golden way dawn has when it feels shy about arriving. Dew clung to his coat, and the grass bent beneath his tiny, uncertain steps.

His new legs had carried him a bit too far from his dam, not enough to worry her, just enough to feel newness tremble inside him. That was when he heard it.

Not the voice of his mother. Not one of the birds that had greeted him each morning. Something older, something much more precious.

The wind came through the tall reeds by the creek and made them sway together. They did not just rustle. They sang. A thin, trembling note, like silver thread drawn across the air. He froze. His ears flicked. His heart jumped into the space just behind his ribs where wonder lives.

"Music," his mother had said softly appearing behind him.

"Mu-usic?" he had spoke questioningly. He did not know the word then, only the feeling that it stirred within him. A reaching. A remembering. Something inside him leaning toward something beyond him, like the world had invited him to listen to its wonder.

He stepped closer. The reeds brushed his shoulders. Their song vibrated against his bones. He stood there for a long time, eyes half closed, feeling the world deepen and soften and become something he could fall into forever.

His mother nuzzled his back,"Come now Lyr, we must get moving." The colt followed but kept peering over his shoulder, hoping to catch one last sound of his new favorite thing, music.
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