Post by EnglishCowgirlE on Jan 14, 2007 12:01:25 GMT -5
This is the Woodland Herd. I use the name of horses I know and from the YR boards. Where there are blank spaces is where I'm going to draw something. Where you see words like Lu-cy, on the document I have, it's at the end of a line. Here it is:
~Introduction~
Woodland Island was once a striving island, with about five hundred people. Located of the East coast of Canada. It had many farms, and horses-- a favourite of all the people. The local barns hosted shows, and being a small town, lots of people knew each other. Woodland Island was a very popular tourist spot because of the Saddle Horn, a giant rock in the shape of a Western saddle’s horn. The view up there was amazing. You could see the whole island. During a hurricane, people are killed, buildings are knocked down, and the horses are left to fend for themselves. Will the horses survive by themselves, or will the loss of human help slowly take them away?
~ 1 ~
Where’s Lucy?
Breeze woke up. She stood up and shook. Everything was destroyed, and wet. Where was, Lucy, her good owner who had fed her, brushed her, helped her when she was sick, and taken her on all of those enjoyable rides? She sniffed the air and gallop towards her old home.
She saw that the barn had fallen down, being glad she was out when the storm struck. Fences were ripped out of the ground, and Lucy’s house was destroyed. There was no Lucy. Breeze was once a jumper horse, who had won many ribbons. Lucy, on board, was a great rider, too.
Breeze pushed over fallen planks of wood with her nose from the barn. There was no sign of Lucy. She searched the fence line. No Lucy. She came to the house. She figured that lucy was in the basem-ent. She moved more planks of wood. She saw a set of stairs. The bar on the side had fallen over. Breeze saw a hand.
“Lucy!” she yelled. It was too late. The bar landed on top of Lucy, where she was left to die. “Oh Lucy!” she began to cry horse tears. “Good-bye, Lucy,” she said as she moved the bar off of Lucy. She then left and began to look for other horses. She walked a long distance.
Suddenly, she heard a whinny and looked up. She saw a swift black animal run by, with it’s black coat glistening in the sun. He had a small, white star on his forehead.
“Storm!” she yelled. Storm was the horse she loved. She was bred to him, and was carrying their twin foals. He was a strong, bold, stallion, who was amazing under a Western saddle. He was a champi-on cow cutter.
Storm turned around and saw Breeze.
“Oh, Breeze!” he said as he stopped galloping and jogged over to the mare. “I thought I would never find you! Have you found Lu- cy?” he asked as he nuzzled her side.
“Yes, but she is dead. A bar of wood crushed her,” replied Breeze. She nuzzled Storm back.
Storm and Breeze went looking for other horses. They walked on the trails. They saw horses! It was Splash, a paint stallion who was boarded at Lucy’s farm. With him, Kianna, a paint mare. They saw their two-week old colt, Quincy, too.
“Hello,” said Storm. “Would you like to look for other horses with us?”
“Sure,” said Splash as he stood up. Quincy and Kianna stood up too. As they walked along the trail, they didn’t see any humans, but saw some horses they didn’t know. They said hello, then walked on.
Splash, Kianna and Quincy, stopped and Splash made a soft bed of leaves in a small circle of trees for Quincy and Kianna.
“You can keep on going without us,” Splash said to Storm.
“Okay,” replied Storm.
As Storm and Breeze kept walking, they went on top of the Saddle Horn, the big rock in the shape of a saddle horn.
Storm looked around. Almost all you could see was wrecked buildings, big puddles, trees knocked over, and broken fences. He went back down and walked beside Breeze. There were small caves, that could fit about four fully grown horses.
“Why don’t we stay here?” he asked Breeze. “It’s safe and sheltered, a perfect place for you to have the foals.”
“Okay,” Breeze said.
Storm pushed leaves over with his nose to make a small bed for Breeze as Splash did for Kianna and Quincy. Breeze layed down on it. It was getting dark, so she went to sleep and Storm watched over her.
* * *
The next day was bright and sunny. There were geese grazing in the wet fields. Storm and Breeze decided to go looking for more horses that day.
They walked along the trail and greeted Splash as they walked along. They game to a field where geese were grazing, and they saw two horses grazing with them.
“Hi,” said Breeze as she approached them. “Where do I recogn- ze you from?”
“I remember you!” said one of the two mares. “We were against each other in a jumping competition! I’m Ginger, by the way.”
“And I was against you in dressage,” added the other mare, Kit.
“Oh, yes! I remember now! I’m Breeze,” she said. “Me and Sto-rm are looking for more survivors of the storm.”
“We were looking, but we gave up,” said Ginger.
“Oh, would you like to join us?” asked Storm.
“Why, sure!” said Ginger and Kit in unison.
The four horses walked on the trail, with Storm in the front. Sp-lash, Kianna and Quincy joined them. There was now seven horses.
They continued walking. They saw a small, buckskin pony lost on the trail. It was Buttercup, a small Shetland mare who belonged to Lucy too.
“Buttercup?” said Breeze.
The pony looked up. “Breeze! Storm! Splash and Kianna!” she said. “I’m looking for Rebel. Have you seen him?”
Rebel was a Shetland stallion. Buttercup loved him. The little Shetland always had a spark in his eye.
“Sorry, no,” said Breeze. “Would you like to join us and look for him?” she asked Buttercup.
Buttercup followed Breeze and Storm. Closely followed by the three other mares, then Splash brought up the rear with Quincy. They began to climb up the Saddle Horn again. Splash stayed down with the other mares and his foal. Buttercup, Breeze and Storm looked around for Rebel.
Storm heard a noise behind him. He turned around and there was a small bay Shetland. It was Rebel!
“Rebel!” he said.
Rebel bucked up and greeted the horses with a shrieked whin-ny. Buttercup rushed over and nuzzled him.
“Oh Rebel,” she said. “I thought I would never see you again! Have you seen Leeona?”
“I thought the same about you,” he said. “I haven’t seen Le-eona.” They walked off to spend some time alone. Leeona was their seven month old filly.
There was a crack of thunder, followed by heavy rain. Storm and Breeze ran to their small cave. Ginger and Kit went into a smaller cave. Splash, Kianna and Quincy went to their circle of trees, which was close by.
“Rebel! Buttercup!” yelled Storm. They weren’t coming. He had to go help them. “Breeze, a lead stallion has to take care of his herd. I’m going to go help Buttercup and Rebel.”
“Go!” yelled Breeze under the rough wind.
Storm galloped and found Buttercup on the ground. Rebel was trying to get her up. He said she slipped when she was galloping for shelter.
Storm nudged Buttercup. She lifted her head. With a great heave, she stood up and limped over to a small place underneath a rock leaning over with Rebel.
Storm jogged back to Breeze, who was now laying down.
“Those foals will come any day now,” he said.
“Yes,” said Breeze. “But you know the chances of twins survi-ving.”
“I know they are slim, but they will pull through!” said Storm.
The rain was still pouring. Lighting nearly touched the ground. The lighting rod was destroyed during the storm. It flashed, then th-under cracked.
Minutes turned into hours and the storm began to weaken. The rain fell softer, the wind died down, and there was no more thunder or lightning.
Storm went on top of the Saddle Horn. His wet coak glistened in light. More big puddles could be seen, and some planks of wind moved in the wind.
He climbed back down and told Breeze, Ginger, Kit, Splash, Kianna and Quincy that it was safe. They went to go tell Rebel and Buttercup that it was safe too.
Sorm brought the small herd to a pond, where they stopped for a drink.
Breeze saw a grey filly looking around, as if she had lost some-thing. She heard it crying for it’s mother. She went up to her. She was about seven months old.
“What’s the matter?” Breeze asked her.
“Oh, hi. I can’t find my mommy! I’ve been looking for her for days!” the filly said.
“Oh, I see. What does she look like?” asked Breeze, gest-uring over to the other horses.
“Well, she’s buckskin, and short. My daddy is bay. Oh, and they’re names are Buttercup and Rebel.”
“Oh my!” said Breeze. “Are you Leeona?” she asked.
“Yes!” said Leeona.
“Come with me,” said Breeze. “Rebel! Buttercup! I’v found Leeona!”
Rebel and Buttercup rushed over.
“Mommy! Daddy!” said Leeona, happy to be reunited with her family. They all walked off.
Storm and Breeze brought the herd back to the Saddle Horn.
“It’s starting to get darker, so we’d better get some sleep,” said Storm. He put more leaves into Breeze’s bed, so she could sleep bett-er.
Breeze layed down. She was very uncomfterble, and moved around a lot. She felt her foals kicking. She decided to stand up.
Storm watched Breeze stirr. He had a feeling that Breeze was going to have her foals anytime.
They heard owls and other birds. There was a faint sound of waves crashing against the beach.
Suddenly, Breeze felt contractions.
“Storm,” she said. “I think the foals are coming. Now!”
~ 2~
Tia and Cisco
Storm helped Breeze. She pushed and pushed. Out came a handsome steel grey colt. There was still one more foal to come. With a final grunt, she pushed out a beautiful bay filly.
Storm and Breeze decided to name the colt Cisco, and the filly Tia. Cisco was the stronger of the two, being the one who came out first. Tia was very weak.
Cisco stood up and shook. Tia took much convincing and trying, but she stood up. Breeze began to lick her foals clean. Once they were clean, they began to drink milk.
“Oh Storm,” said Breeze. “They’re beautiful!”
“Yes,” Storm replied. “And it looks like they will both survive.”
The other horses came and watched the foals and their proud parents.
Quincy butted to the front. “Wow! I can have a playmate now!”
Cisco went off to play with Quincy.
Leeona came closer. “Breeze,” she said. “Can I help you with them?”
“Why of course you can, Leeona!” she replied.
“Okay!” said Leeona. She would watch over Tia.
~Introduction~
Woodland Island was once a striving island, with about five hundred people. Located of the East coast of Canada. It had many farms, and horses-- a favourite of all the people. The local barns hosted shows, and being a small town, lots of people knew each other. Woodland Island was a very popular tourist spot because of the Saddle Horn, a giant rock in the shape of a Western saddle’s horn. The view up there was amazing. You could see the whole island. During a hurricane, people are killed, buildings are knocked down, and the horses are left to fend for themselves. Will the horses survive by themselves, or will the loss of human help slowly take them away?
~ 1 ~
Where’s Lucy?
Breeze woke up. She stood up and shook. Everything was destroyed, and wet. Where was, Lucy, her good owner who had fed her, brushed her, helped her when she was sick, and taken her on all of those enjoyable rides? She sniffed the air and gallop towards her old home.
She saw that the barn had fallen down, being glad she was out when the storm struck. Fences were ripped out of the ground, and Lucy’s house was destroyed. There was no Lucy. Breeze was once a jumper horse, who had won many ribbons. Lucy, on board, was a great rider, too.
Breeze pushed over fallen planks of wood with her nose from the barn. There was no sign of Lucy. She searched the fence line. No Lucy. She came to the house. She figured that lucy was in the basem-ent. She moved more planks of wood. She saw a set of stairs. The bar on the side had fallen over. Breeze saw a hand.
“Lucy!” she yelled. It was too late. The bar landed on top of Lucy, where she was left to die. “Oh Lucy!” she began to cry horse tears. “Good-bye, Lucy,” she said as she moved the bar off of Lucy. She then left and began to look for other horses. She walked a long distance.
Suddenly, she heard a whinny and looked up. She saw a swift black animal run by, with it’s black coat glistening in the sun. He had a small, white star on his forehead.
“Storm!” she yelled. Storm was the horse she loved. She was bred to him, and was carrying their twin foals. He was a strong, bold, stallion, who was amazing under a Western saddle. He was a champi-on cow cutter.
Storm turned around and saw Breeze.
“Oh, Breeze!” he said as he stopped galloping and jogged over to the mare. “I thought I would never find you! Have you found Lu- cy?” he asked as he nuzzled her side.
“Yes, but she is dead. A bar of wood crushed her,” replied Breeze. She nuzzled Storm back.
Storm and Breeze went looking for other horses. They walked on the trails. They saw horses! It was Splash, a paint stallion who was boarded at Lucy’s farm. With him, Kianna, a paint mare. They saw their two-week old colt, Quincy, too.
“Hello,” said Storm. “Would you like to look for other horses with us?”
“Sure,” said Splash as he stood up. Quincy and Kianna stood up too. As they walked along the trail, they didn’t see any humans, but saw some horses they didn’t know. They said hello, then walked on.
Splash, Kianna and Quincy, stopped and Splash made a soft bed of leaves in a small circle of trees for Quincy and Kianna.
“You can keep on going without us,” Splash said to Storm.
“Okay,” replied Storm.
As Storm and Breeze kept walking, they went on top of the Saddle Horn, the big rock in the shape of a saddle horn.
Storm looked around. Almost all you could see was wrecked buildings, big puddles, trees knocked over, and broken fences. He went back down and walked beside Breeze. There were small caves, that could fit about four fully grown horses.
“Why don’t we stay here?” he asked Breeze. “It’s safe and sheltered, a perfect place for you to have the foals.”
“Okay,” Breeze said.
Storm pushed leaves over with his nose to make a small bed for Breeze as Splash did for Kianna and Quincy. Breeze layed down on it. It was getting dark, so she went to sleep and Storm watched over her.
* * *
The next day was bright and sunny. There were geese grazing in the wet fields. Storm and Breeze decided to go looking for more horses that day.
They walked along the trail and greeted Splash as they walked along. They game to a field where geese were grazing, and they saw two horses grazing with them.
“Hi,” said Breeze as she approached them. “Where do I recogn- ze you from?”
“I remember you!” said one of the two mares. “We were against each other in a jumping competition! I’m Ginger, by the way.”
“And I was against you in dressage,” added the other mare, Kit.
“Oh, yes! I remember now! I’m Breeze,” she said. “Me and Sto-rm are looking for more survivors of the storm.”
“We were looking, but we gave up,” said Ginger.
“Oh, would you like to join us?” asked Storm.
“Why, sure!” said Ginger and Kit in unison.
The four horses walked on the trail, with Storm in the front. Sp-lash, Kianna and Quincy joined them. There was now seven horses.
They continued walking. They saw a small, buckskin pony lost on the trail. It was Buttercup, a small Shetland mare who belonged to Lucy too.
“Buttercup?” said Breeze.
The pony looked up. “Breeze! Storm! Splash and Kianna!” she said. “I’m looking for Rebel. Have you seen him?”
Rebel was a Shetland stallion. Buttercup loved him. The little Shetland always had a spark in his eye.
“Sorry, no,” said Breeze. “Would you like to join us and look for him?” she asked Buttercup.
Buttercup followed Breeze and Storm. Closely followed by the three other mares, then Splash brought up the rear with Quincy. They began to climb up the Saddle Horn again. Splash stayed down with the other mares and his foal. Buttercup, Breeze and Storm looked around for Rebel.
Storm heard a noise behind him. He turned around and there was a small bay Shetland. It was Rebel!
“Rebel!” he said.
Rebel bucked up and greeted the horses with a shrieked whin-ny. Buttercup rushed over and nuzzled him.
“Oh Rebel,” she said. “I thought I would never see you again! Have you seen Leeona?”
“I thought the same about you,” he said. “I haven’t seen Le-eona.” They walked off to spend some time alone. Leeona was their seven month old filly.
There was a crack of thunder, followed by heavy rain. Storm and Breeze ran to their small cave. Ginger and Kit went into a smaller cave. Splash, Kianna and Quincy went to their circle of trees, which was close by.
“Rebel! Buttercup!” yelled Storm. They weren’t coming. He had to go help them. “Breeze, a lead stallion has to take care of his herd. I’m going to go help Buttercup and Rebel.”
“Go!” yelled Breeze under the rough wind.
Storm galloped and found Buttercup on the ground. Rebel was trying to get her up. He said she slipped when she was galloping for shelter.
Storm nudged Buttercup. She lifted her head. With a great heave, she stood up and limped over to a small place underneath a rock leaning over with Rebel.
Storm jogged back to Breeze, who was now laying down.
“Those foals will come any day now,” he said.
“Yes,” said Breeze. “But you know the chances of twins survi-ving.”
“I know they are slim, but they will pull through!” said Storm.
The rain was still pouring. Lighting nearly touched the ground. The lighting rod was destroyed during the storm. It flashed, then th-under cracked.
Minutes turned into hours and the storm began to weaken. The rain fell softer, the wind died down, and there was no more thunder or lightning.
Storm went on top of the Saddle Horn. His wet coak glistened in light. More big puddles could be seen, and some planks of wind moved in the wind.
He climbed back down and told Breeze, Ginger, Kit, Splash, Kianna and Quincy that it was safe. They went to go tell Rebel and Buttercup that it was safe too.
Sorm brought the small herd to a pond, where they stopped for a drink.
Breeze saw a grey filly looking around, as if she had lost some-thing. She heard it crying for it’s mother. She went up to her. She was about seven months old.
“What’s the matter?” Breeze asked her.
“Oh, hi. I can’t find my mommy! I’ve been looking for her for days!” the filly said.
“Oh, I see. What does she look like?” asked Breeze, gest-uring over to the other horses.
“Well, she’s buckskin, and short. My daddy is bay. Oh, and they’re names are Buttercup and Rebel.”
“Oh my!” said Breeze. “Are you Leeona?” she asked.
“Yes!” said Leeona.
“Come with me,” said Breeze. “Rebel! Buttercup! I’v found Leeona!”
Rebel and Buttercup rushed over.
“Mommy! Daddy!” said Leeona, happy to be reunited with her family. They all walked off.
Storm and Breeze brought the herd back to the Saddle Horn.
“It’s starting to get darker, so we’d better get some sleep,” said Storm. He put more leaves into Breeze’s bed, so she could sleep bett-er.
Breeze layed down. She was very uncomfterble, and moved around a lot. She felt her foals kicking. She decided to stand up.
Storm watched Breeze stirr. He had a feeling that Breeze was going to have her foals anytime.
They heard owls and other birds. There was a faint sound of waves crashing against the beach.
Suddenly, Breeze felt contractions.
“Storm,” she said. “I think the foals are coming. Now!”
~ 2~
Tia and Cisco
Storm helped Breeze. She pushed and pushed. Out came a handsome steel grey colt. There was still one more foal to come. With a final grunt, she pushed out a beautiful bay filly.
Storm and Breeze decided to name the colt Cisco, and the filly Tia. Cisco was the stronger of the two, being the one who came out first. Tia was very weak.
Cisco stood up and shook. Tia took much convincing and trying, but she stood up. Breeze began to lick her foals clean. Once they were clean, they began to drink milk.
“Oh Storm,” said Breeze. “They’re beautiful!”
“Yes,” Storm replied. “And it looks like they will both survive.”
The other horses came and watched the foals and their proud parents.
Quincy butted to the front. “Wow! I can have a playmate now!”
Cisco went off to play with Quincy.
Leeona came closer. “Breeze,” she said. “Can I help you with them?”
“Why of course you can, Leeona!” she replied.
“Okay!” said Leeona. She would watch over Tia.