ROTR #3, BENEATH THE WEEPING CLOUDS-READ SAMPLE!

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    Hazey
    Jan 17, 2021

    Cloud Dancers, Chapter 7

    in FAN FICTON

    Fernpuddle glanced up at the shadows slowly coming to the ground. Thoughts about how to escape began to flow through his head. Although, he felt too tired to do that anyway. Maybe they would have mercy on him because he was a weanling? But, it was clear these weren’t Jungleherd pegasi. What if they were Mountainherd? He had heard many tales about how brutal that herd was, even to weanlings.

    Finally, the wing beats subsided at the three pegasi dropped down beside him. Fernpuddle felt trapped as they created a cage-like circle with their wings and bodies. “I see we’ve caught an intruder.” One of the pegasi said.

    “This pegasus smells of Jungleherd…” Said another. The tone of voice was disgusted but also suspicious.

    “It only looks like a weanling!” The last voice said. It was more on the calm and sweet side. And by the looks of it, the pegasus was only a yearling.

    Then, all the pegasi gave glances at one another, as if to be communicating only through looks. Almost in unison, they all dropped their wings and took a small step back. They probably could see he was too exhausted to pull anything. Then, the first pegasus stepped forward and spoke, “What are you doing here?” Fernpuddle who was coming out of shock, could now see it was most likely a captain.

    All Fernpuddle could do though, was just stare. If he had said anything about the black foal it would have ended in a mess. But, the voice repeated again firmly, “I said, what are you doing here?” The weanling flinched. Although he tried not to show any fear.

    Then, the third pegasus stepped forward. “How about we bring him home? Maybe then he’ll talk.” It was obvious that this yearling did not want it to end in violence. Her sweet eyes looked at him through the cold cape of night.

    The other two pegasi looked at each other, then her, and then Fernpuddle. The second stepped forward and grabbed one of Fernpuddle’s wings with his teeth. The stallion clamped down hard, almost drawing blood. Then, the first one did the same. It hurt a lot, but at least he wouldn’t have to die for it.

    The four pegasi lifted off, slowly rising out of the vein.


    ~~~


    After what seemed like hours, they finally arrived at the territory. In reality, it was of course only around 20 minutes. They had flown in silence so Fernpuddle had absolutely no idea where they were going, and what they were going to do with him.

    As the weanling looked over the territory, he saw many pegasi sleeping in a large field, separated by family. This must be Sunherd… Fernpuddle thought. Although he couldn’t see much as it was night, the hundred year star provided enough light.

    They set him down, and now he could get a good look at all the pegasi. The first one was a tall stallion with a light brown pelt, red mane, and red wings. The second, a young stallion with dusty white pelt, dark brown mane and tail, and vibrant aqua feathers. The third was a small female yearling with a beautiful white-ish brown pelt, a dark grey mane, and pearly blue wings.

    Fernpuddle shook the dried blood off of his wings. The first two stallions walked off while the yearling stayed behind. She looked at him with pity and decided to introduce herself. “I’m Heathersong. And what about you?”

    He looked up at her with surprise that she, a pegasus from another herd, would be so nice to him. “I’m Fernpuddle.” He said. Fernpuddle usually stammered but since he had not talked in hours, his voice came strong and clear. Well, as strong as it can for a weanling.

    “That’s a nice name.” Heathersong said with a smile on her face. It was soft and welcoming to him. She flicked her ears and began walking in one direction as if to say to follow her. Fernpuddle trotted close behind, his wings neatly folded on his auburn pelt.

    Heathersong took Fernpuddle to a place near the middle of the meadow. There was a small clump of white flowers. Although this reminded him of a certain elder’s tail (that was of Star’s) he didn’t care enough to mention it.

    “You can sleep here tonight, you seem tired.” She said, nodding for him to lay down on the sweet smelling flowers. Fernpuddle, although usually getting himself into trouble, had a sweet side. Especially for things such as this. In Jungleherd you don’t see a flower everyday, so for the weanling it was a very rare sight. Instead, Fernpuddle lay down beside it.

    Instead of sleeping though, he planned his escape from Sunherd. No matter how lovely it was, he was on a mission. Fernpuddle needed to get to the black foal, and fast. Before Copperwing could execute him.


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    Thank you for reading! Please correct me of any spelling/grammatical/plot wise mistakes, it really helps!

    Jungleherd

    Overstallion:

    Smokewing-Grey tipped brown feathers, grey main, dark brown pelt, male

    Lead Mare:

    Mintcloud-Turquoise wings, green main, light brown pelt, female

    Weanlings:

    Stormwhisper- Purple feathers, auburn mane, silver pelt, female

    Fernpuddle- Purple feathers, silver mane, auburn pelt, male

    Elders:

    Mossbrook-Aqua feathers, mane as green as the leaves of a tree, a tan pelt, female

    Willowmoon- Orange feathers, black mane, white pelt, female

    Medicine Mare/Stallion:

    Whiteroot-Dark green feathers, dark brown main, white pelt, female

    Dessertherd

    Overstallion:

    Copperwing-Red feathers, dark brown mane, reddish brownish pelt, male

    Captians:

    Larkfall- Bright yellow feathers, white mane, cream pelt, male

    Black Foal:

    Trail-Black feathers, black mane and tail, black pelt, grey socks, male


    Sunherd

    Overstallion:

    Flamewing-Red pelt, light brown mane and tail, vibrant orange wings, male

    Captians: