curl breeze and the others had flown for hours strait, and when they landed he was so ecxusted he could barely walk “ so tired.” meadow heart mumbled, before she slumped to the ground. Storm flower looked like she was going to faint but at least she had the strength to say something “what about you guys.” her long mane flickered in the wind

“don’t worry, just sleep.” wind whisper spoke in a faint tone, the beige cult went over and barried his muzzle in storm flower’s mane while whispering in her ear, no one could here the words ecxept for storm flower, but the gesture made her blush. “ was wind whisper hitting on the over stallions filly.” the thought drifted in his mind like a lose feather. storm flower slumped to the ground with her wings folded over her back, wind whisper was about to lay down beside her but falcon crash was faster, wind whisper desided to sleep by a rasberry bush a few leaps away grooming his feathers while mastering the art of the death glare. Curl breeze was about to lay down when something cut his eye, a sleek tawny shape slowly creeping from branch to branch, the logical side of curl breeze’s head screamed “NO.” But the manly side of him screamed “ YES!” did he want to impress the fillies, of course, and slam his tail in falcon crash and wind whisper’s Face sure, so he asked him self this question “why not.?” He desided the right thing to do and trotted into the forest. The first few heart beats everything went fine, before he saw the eyes , to small pale green feline eyes then the rest of the mountain lion sprang out of the under growth, the cat clawed it’s claws down his flank and a scream of pain esaped his mouth vibrating through the forest, first he fought it was his heart that was beating untill he realised it was hoves “ HELP!” in that seacond a white filly rammed the moutains lion side, the big cat flew thorugh the under growth and landed right at the feet of a full grown pegasi mare, the bay mare brought her hoves down knocking the big cat out “ hah good game casa nova.” The mares voice seemed old, curl breeze wanted to speak but he was sure he was going to throw up, the white filly stood over him and looked down at him with worried look “ meadow heart.” He croaked the filly nodded, he had not realised how beautiful she looked with moon light all over her coat “ stop starring at her and get up casa nova.” Meadow bleaded softly to the mare “what is your name?” The mare looked proud when she replied “ Cougar tooth sugar, and what that bag of patatoes called.” Medaow houghed in amusment “ Curl breeze.”