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*Moonstruck began to poke her little black muzzle out from under her warm dam and into the rain, small drops fell lightly upon her nose, making her snort a few times and smell the thinned, cooled air. She slowly grew used to the rain and slowly began to enjoy it. Taking hesitant steps out into the cool air and the exhilarating rain.*

((Are evander and dreamcloud in the rain or under the treeline?))

((I think they're in the treeline. I know Evander backed into it to get ouy of the rain...))

Ghost's ears flickered forward at the sound of Kipcha and he lengthened into a gallop again. He snorted and slid to a halt, walking towards her and his herd. He shook his body free of all the excess water and nuzzled Kipcha. "I'm sorry about that..." He whispered. He lowered his head and nickered to his foals.

((Uh,...Angel, Jewel is nowhere near black >.< I dont even understand how that could work genetically. A grey mare and a bay stallion having a foal would not produce a black foal..And your post is too similar to mine..It almost seems as if you copied and pasted it >.>))

*Moonstruck listened to the distant whinnies. She pricked her ears forward and took a few steps toward them, then looked back at her dam, calling her along. Not wanting to go alone.*

((Ugh sorry Aqua... sweatdrop I edited it...))

Jewel stopped nursing and turned her head to look towards the west were the sun was setting. The rain was slowly stopping and now only drizzles fell. Milk dropped from her tiny muzzle, her eyes wide as she watched the sun go down. Her ears flicked back and forth hearing the colt's whinny, making her snorting and stopping her hoof. Turning around Jewel nuzzled her mother, before going back to suckle.

*Sepsis could faintly see the herd in the distance, just barely darker than the trees they stood under. The herd not far from there but a bit of foggy mist had coated the air and clung to it, making the air feel sticky and warm, hard to breathe in and thick, making vision limited. She figured waundering off in the other direction would not make Ghost very happy, but he surely didn't attempt to round her back up into the herd. She turned to the western part of the island, a bit curious of what it held, never having been there that she remembered, and took a few steps in that direction before looking back at her filly who protestantly stood in place, glaring back at her dam with pleading eyes.
Lets go see what that noise is, let's see who's there, please?!*

*Sepsis flicked her ears about as a few distant sounds came to her. Sounded as if one lone hoofed animal was galloping around out there on rocky terrain. Curious, Sepsis walked towards them a few feet, but as she remembered she had a foal to watch, she turned to see little moon following her as fast as she could, an uneven gait and uneven flaps of her scarlet little wings. They grew fairly rapidly, however, having grown all of their feathers, and all of the muscles being stregnthened, preparing for flight one day.*

*Once caught up, Moonstruck followed her dam off into the distance, the old gray mare constantly looking over her shoulder to see if anybody was trying to get her to come back. If nobody followed, why shouldent she waunder?*

((I didnt make a spelling error to anyone who may wonder if I meant trotted..I dont care if trodded isnt a word, lol.))


*Sepsis trodded along in the damp pastures, small clumps of damp soil flying up behind her. Moonstruck kept her head high, trying her best to keep her neck above the grass and weeds which grew increasingly taller with every few strides the two made.*

The fog had caught Storm, and he was barely seen. Storm shook his mane, but ingored that he was caught. He lifted his nose into the air, his ears pricked forward and trotted briskly, following the scent. Once out of the fog, he sprug into a canter, and whinnied again, once he saw Moonstruck, quicking his pace.