"Crossfire! You know better than this!" yelled his angry father. "I'll go find him" he said.
Crossfire walked toward the border, he looked out wondering what it was like in Moon Herd. He thought about kindhearted young colts and fillies chasing each other or foals pretending to be the great Star. Then he spotted something, a young mare. Who looked like she was about three years old, Crossfires age. He walked closer to the mare but then a twig cracked under his hoof. The mare pinned her ears and then spotted him. "Who are you?" He asked. She hesitated but then answered "Brightriver, my name is Brightriver. Who are you?" her voice was sweet and kind. "Crossfire"
Hope you liked his version of the story! There will be more.