Willowstar closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
(In her dream)
"No! Stop!" Willowstar screamed as her father tore her new born foal from her side. "NO!"
Silverstrike held Willowstar back, "Stop it sister! We will not have another Nightwing and not born from the same herd!" He said.
"STOP! Don't you dare hurt my foal!" Willowstar screamed.
Quakwing turned his back on his daughter and as hedeliviered the death blow to her foal Willowstar woke up.
Willowstar stood and flew away from her nest. "No I can't let him kill my foal!" She sobbed, her body shaking in fear. She flew low to the ground and toward a small clearing in the mountain side. She walked over there and whistled. "Anyone here? I'm scared. River herd?" She asked
"We are not River herd. We sepperated from them years ago when another stallion took over. We have no name or leader. Who are you?" A stallion's voice said.
"I am Willowstar of Jungle herd. And mother of the next black foal." Willowstar said shakily.
A dark bay stallion with dark green wings walked out of the shadows. "Welcome Willowstar." He said, "I am Silverwood."
Willowstar bowed her head. "I am scared. I ran away from my herd because my father- the overstallion will kill my foal if he is born into Jungle herd. Please help me."
Silverwood nodded, "We will welcome you into our herd. And we will help you raise your foal." He said.
Willowstar felt a tiny seed of doubt in her but she desided to ignore it and exept her new herd.
"Hello! I'm Miststone!" A peppy young mare said. Her yellow feathers flashing in the light.
Willowstar allowed herself to enjoy meeting everyone, even though she missed Moonray
(To be continued)
Nice, a little confusing, but good.