In the months that passed Willowstar grew up. She spent all day every day with her foals, she adored them and snapped at anyone who said anything against them.

"Mama, can I go pway with the wther fwals?" Darkstar asked. (Play with the other foals)

Willowstar hesatated, she wanted her foals away from the judgement that would come because they were black foals. "Alright, BUT only if you go with Lightstorm." She said.

"Ok!" Lightstorm said, getting up and trotting over to Darkstar.

The foals left the cave and Willowstar sighed, "Oh if only you knew my foals, it isn't right that you won't be accepted."

Darkstar walked over to a group of foals, "Hi can we play!?" He asked happily.

A little bay filly with purple wings nodded, "Sure! Let's play tag."

"No! I'm not playing with freaks like them! Get them!" A buckskin colt with blue feathers shouted.

Half of the other foals attacked Darkstar and Lightstorm.

Lightstorm squealed and cried, "MAMA!!!" "BABY!" One of the colts roared.

(To be continued.......)