"We have just discovered," Started the pacing over stallion, "that a herd of rebels are gathering followers and reaching to overthrow all of us."
He tossed his head at Summit Herd's best spy, Ravenflare. The pure black mare stepped forward, her light and dark green wings folded neatly, intense proud dark eyes searching.
She spoke in rumbling tones, "I have traveled past the herds and into the veins of the land, a gigantic system of caves lay there. And the inhabitants are what we call the Rebellion steeds. They plan to overthrow us! Destroy us! And slaughter us! We will join the other two herds in a moon! Any yearlings above who want to join the army group towards the berry bushes. Any questions?"
Summit herd steeds looked at each other fearfully, the unspoken questions hung in the light air, Why do they want to have the land for themselves? What about the foals? What about the pregnant mares? Why can't we flee?
The three friends stepped back in shock. What were they going to do? Should they join the army?
(Sorry its short)