This is my story for Rainleaf and Starleaf's 'Short Story Showdown'. It's sorta a behind-the-seans look into the life one of my main OCs, Snowfrost, and I have no idea why I have never done this for him (he's one of the first OCs I ever created). This also features two of my even older OCs Sunnyglow, and Pineroot who made their debut my unfinished fanfiction series 'Tails of Snow Herd', as well as foreshadowing the birth of Pebblefrost (Sunnyglow's unborn foal). So before I make this any longer, here's the story:

Lilacdrop breathed in the fresh spring air, enjoying the sweetness of it's smell. This had always been the young mare's favorite season because, after the long cold dark winters of Anok's most northern territory, the bright colors of leaves and wild flowers just seemed to explode in a vibrant verity of colors all at once. And this year was no exception, the trees had already began to bud, and the snow had melted enough that a few stems were just starting to peek up above the dirt. It wouldn't be long now before Snow Herd was ablaze of color.

But this year, wile Lilacdrop was quite excided for the flowers, there was something else that was occupying most of her energy, or rather, someone else. That someone else was the unborn foal that had been growing in her belly for almost a year, and was, at most, a few days away from being born. And Lilacdrop was quite ready for this foal to be born, because he or she had been very restless for the last month or so and had been moving around a lot, and had caused the new dam a considerable amount of discomfort. In fact, as Lilacdrop was thinking about it, she felt a twinge as yet again the foal changed positions.

"Oof." she weised .

"Is that foal of your on the move again?" asked Sunnyglow, who was another dam-to-be. Lilacdrop nodded, and the other mare huffed, "That foal is going to be a spirited one."

"I hope so." replied Lilacdrop, envisioning playing chase with her foal in a field full of spring flowers.

Later that night...

The foal had been kicking around so much that Lilacdrop had been struggling to fall asleep, but finally, close to moon high, she was able to shut her eyes and drift off. But barely had anytime passed, then a sharp pain, much sharper then any of the pain before, woke the mare. And then sudden a realization hit her... the foal was coming, and fast.

Quickly, Lilacdrop moved as fast as she dared towards the medicine mare cave, and was lucky to find that Pineroot, Snow Herd's medicine mare, was outside her cave sorting herbs by moonlight. "My foal, it's coming!" gasped Lilacdrop, as she trotted up.

"Quickly, come inside." said Pineroot, abandoning her work and rushing in ahead.

It wasn't long before the medicine mare had arranged a pile of moss for Lilacdrop, and not a moment to soon because it was only a few more minuets before the foal was well under way to being born. And after a few more intense minuets, Lilacdrop heaved a sigh as she gassed down at her newborn colt.

He was small, with a solid gray coat and white wings, but his dark brown eyes were burning with a fierce intelligence that Lilacdrop was instantly in love with. But her joy was short lived when Pineroot asked who the colt's sire was, and Lilacdrop could almost feel her heart sink.

The truth was, no one could know who his father was in fear of what would happen. The stallion's name was Icewing, over-stallion of Snow Herd, and the thing was, Lilacdrop was not his lead mare, and therefore was not supposed to have sired a foal with her. But Icewing's real mate, Snow Herd's lead mare, had been unable to carry a foal since she had given away her first one, and because of the herd's long tradition of passing the role of over-stallion from sire to colt, Icewing had chosen to sire a foal with another mare. There had been another mare before Lilacdrop, but Icewing's mate had found out about it and had driven her, and her newborn foal from the herd.

Lilacdrop was going to be Icewing's last attempt to sire a foal that would be raised in his herd, and luckily, no one had yet to suspect him being the father of her foal, but now that the colt had actually been born, she woundered if she could keep it up.

"Umm...." said Lilacdrop, in response to Pineroot's question, "He, uh... isn't around any more." the new mother prayed that the medicine mare would buy the explanation. And to Lilacdrop's relief, she did.

"That's to bad." said Pineroot, "But do you have a name for this little one?"

Lilacdrop looked down at her colt, "I think I'm going to call him Snow... frost." she said.

"I like it." replyed the medicine mare, heading out of the cave to finish sorting her herbs.

Now that they were alone, Lilacdrop let out a sigh, and looked down at Snowfrost. Pineroot may have believed her story about his sire, but what would happen when he was older? What if the truth came out? The mare shuttered at the idea of what might happen, but knew what would happen would happen, and there was much she could do about it. All she could do was enjoy every moment before then, and hope for the best.