Willowstar and Mistone went out on a walk.
"So how old are you Miststone?" Willowstar asked.
Miststone smiled. "I'm 2 years old, almost 3. What about you?" She asked.
"Same." Willowstar said. "What do you like to do?" She asked Miststone.
"Oh I like to fly and race and swim. What about you? Anything special you like to do?" Miststone asked, leading her to a clearing.
"Not really...." Willowstar said.
"Get her!" Miststone shouted.
4 Jungle herd stallions leaped out of the brush and grabbed hold of Willowstar's wings.
"No!" Willowstar cried trying to tug her wings free. She glared at Miststone. "You betrayed me!"
Miststone smirked. "You are so gulible Willowstar. Here is a tip, don't trust strangers." She walked over to one of the Jungle herd steeds. "Hello Rockstorm!" She said.
Rockstorm smirked, "Quakewing will be happy to see Willowstar back with her herd like she belongs."
Miststone smiled. "Good, tell him I was glad I could help!" She said, walking away back to the un-named herd.
Willowstar stood there shaking in fear and anger. "How could you!" She shouted at the retreating mare.
The stallions led her to Quakewing.
"Leave her here." Quakewing ordered.
The guards let go of Willowstar, bowed and left.
"Father please! Have mercy on me!" Willowstar pleaded.
Quakewing glared at his daughter. "Tell me the truth. Are you with foal?!" He was furious.
"Yes father! I am with foal, a black foal, father. Please let me stay with the herd!" Willowstar begged him.
"You may stay but if you are right and it is a black foal then it will die." Quakewing said, his voice as hard as stone.
"No!" Willowstar cried, "Please!" She begged her father
(To be continued)