Racewind: Yes -says equally as pleasant as before-
Whitefrost: -pins ears- Windwing is also Wispiflower’s mate. No one else’s! Go to the mare who you chose to be your mate! Crimsonwind’s dam! Mintbreeze! -starts to yell- LEAVE MY PARENTS ALONE!
Crimsonwind: -perks ears and is surprised by Whitefrost’s sudden outburst-
Wispiflower: -wing palm- Whitefrost Come here!
Whitefrost: -ignores his mother and tries to advance on Racewind, ears pinned- You’ll never succeed.
Wispiflower: -shakes head but feels a bit pleased that her colt was sticking up for her and his sire-
-turns to Windwing with desperate eyes- Please bring him over here and keep him away from that stallion.
Junetree: -makes the most real and understanding face imaginable- -puts wings on his shoulders- You know you can trust me, Mapleglade
Mapleglade: -lowers head and paws ground-
Whitefrost: -whirls around and rams back hooves into Racewind’s chest and bolts, knowing he didnt hurt him enough to cripple him but enough to make him bleed-
Racewind: -grits teeth from the sudden strike and bites back the erg to get back at him because he is Wispiflower’s colt and he wants to make a good impression-
Wispiflower: -bites back the erg to cheer her colt on and turns to Windwing- Please go get him before he causes some real damage
Junetree: -looks him in the eye and puts forehead against his- Please, you can trust me with anything
Windwing: -nickers at his brave colt- Nah, he’s okay
Whitefrost: -prances back to his parents with his head held high and short tail swishing back and forth-
Mapleglade: -groans softly and nods-
Wispiflower: -tries to be serious but ends up nickering quietly- Next time, don’t make him bleed.
Whitefrost: -stops- Why not? He deserves it
Junetree: Tell me what’s bothering you.
-strokes his back softly with her wing to calm him-
Wispiflower: Because next time you could kick him so lightly that he flies into the air and comes crashing onto the ground, witch would be way funner to watch -nickers-
Mapleglade: -suddenly gets really uncomfortable and moves away- I need to go talk with Windwing. -walks away quickly-
Whitefrost: -laughs kinda confused-
Junetree: -snorts- Oh well, so much for trying. -trots to Windwing first with real concern on her face- Mapleglade is avoiding me and won’t tell me what is bothering him.
Wispiflower: -can tell her colt is confused and pats his back- You’ll understand when you’re older.
Mapleglade: -groans and watches Junetree get ahead and turns away to wonder away-
Wispiflower: -turns away from Whitefrost and turns to Junetree- Why would He be avoiding you?
Junetree: That’s What I’d like to know -looks at Windwing as if expecting an answer-
Windwing: -whispers- I dont know what to say, Junetree..
Junetree: Any methods you used when you were foals to get him to talk?
Windwing: Um.. -shrugs- I’ll go talk to him
Junetree: -shrugs- Okay, thanks
Racewind: -sneaks into the bushes and hears that Windwing is leaving- -thinks- Perfect.
Wispiflower: -falls asleep-
Junetree: -falls asleep next to her-
Mapleglade: -hears wingbeats behind him and turns around- What?
Windwing: What’s wrong with you?
Racewind: -starts to sneak over to Wispiflower but hears his colt’s familiar hoof beats behind him and stops-
Crimsonwind: Father, what are you doing? -whispers-
Wispifrost: -shoots up and spots Racewind- DADDY!!!! ALERT ALERT!!!!
Whitefrost: -dives towards Racewind and lands on his back like a lion, biting his neck-
Windwing: -perks ears and turns around- -whinnies in shock-
Wispiflower: -flies to her hooves and backs away in utter shock- You-
Whitefrost: -gets off and lands, kicking Racewind in the shoulder constantly-
Windwing: -whinnies again and jumps into the sky-
Mapleglade: -perks ears and follows his brother-
Windwing: -flies up high and spots the stallion in the trees, then rockets towards him-
Whitefrost: -sees his sire coming and quickly moves out of the way-
Wispiflower: -so shocked she almost faints- You lying sneak!
Windwing: -hits Racewind like a cannonball, bringing out all his anger-
Racewind: -wheezes But gets to his feet- It’s not what you think!
Junetree: -woke up same time as Wispiflower- -snorts after hearing that but doesn’t interrupt-
Windwing: -rears- Oh sure! -rams front hooves onto Racewind’s back- Once I’m finished with you next its your mate and colt!
Wispifrost: -gasps- No daddy! Not Crimsonwind! He is innocent and cute-!
Crimsonwind: -watches his father get beaten up and snorts- -trots up to Whitefrost- My sire deserves this.
Whitefrost: -perks ears- You think that? Really?
Windwing: -whirls and rams Racewind in the shoulder, not hard enough to kill him-
Maytree: -comes up out of nowhere behind the colts- What’s happening?
Wispiflower: -actually faints from to much stress-
Whitefrost: -jumps a bit- Look
Mapleglade: -trots over to Wispiflower- Um.. Windwing...
Windwing: -pants and paws ground, tempted to kill Racewind but holds back- What?
Mapleglade: She fainted.
Maytree: Oh, Okay... This scene is to complicated to completely understand
Whitefrost: Father was fighting with Racewind and almost killed him
Wispifrost: -hopes nobody heard what she said and slinks over next to her brother- Yes, that is basically what happened. -blushes slightly at the sight of Crimsonwind-
-comes to- Wh-Where am I?
Windwing: -walks over to Wispiflower- You’re still here with us, captured. Racewind is passed out though
Wispiflower: -cocks head- Racewind?
Wispiflower: -moves away- And who may I ask are you?!
Whitefrost: -trots over to the unconscious stallion and grabs a stick with teeth, poking the stallion with it -spits stick out- He‘s unconcious.
Windwing: -wing palms, understanding what happened- -looks at Junetree- How are we going to fix this?
Junetree: -wing palm- Uhhhh...
Wispiflower: -smiles in recognition- Junetree!
Junetree: Phew, she at least remembers ME.
Mapleglade: -waves wing in front of Wispiflower’s face- Hello?? Is Wispicloud in there?
Wispiflower: -blinks- What do you mean? Wispicloud? -backs away from Mapleglade- And who are YOU?
Windwing: -nods and looks at Whitefrost- Get away from him
Whitefrost: Aw ok -trots over to his dam- What’s wrong?
Crimsonwind: -widens eyes at Wispifrost- Hey.
Windwing: -whinnies to Wispifrost- Your mother lost her memory. She may not remember you or Whitefrost, because she doesnt remember me. (Windwing is cool with this, like its happened millions of times before xD)
Wispifrost: -blush deepens- -whispers to Maytree- What do I do?
Maytree: -shrugs- I don’t know! Talk to him?
Wispiflower: Cute colt, is he yours? -asks Windwing-
Crimsonwind: -looks at his sire and trots over, sniffing his mane-
-turns to Wispifrost- You’re Wispifrost right?
Windwing: He’s ours
Wispifrost: -nods slowly-
Wispiflower; No, that’s impossible. I never had a mate or a colt. -says super calmly and convinced-
Mapleglade: -backs away, letting the two be a bit- Wispiflower, what is the last thing you remember?
Windwing: -points to Wispifrost- She’s our filly too
Wispiflower: The last thing I remember is flying with Junetree. And I don’t remember having a filly either, and that I think I would remember.
Windwing: Where were you going too?
Wispiflower: -taps forehead- Prairie Herd.
Junetree: -smiles- Oh yeah! I remember that day! -whole face practically glows- That was the day we went to Crabwing’s Bay! -sighs happily- That Day was the best day ever.
Wispifrost: Umm, you are Crimsonwind, right?
Windwing: -nods, remembering that day too- Do you know who the over-stallion is of Prairie Herd?
Wispiflower: -shakes head then looks at the clouds dreamily- Actually, a little bit. All I remember about him is he was looking for a lead-mare and he was really handsome.
Wispifrost: Sooo, What do you like to do?
Windwing: Do you remember if he chose a lead mare or not?
Wispiflower: -shakes head- No.
Crimsonwind: -shrugs- I like flying and racing
Wispiflower: What is this a question club?
Wispifrost: -nods- Me too
Windwing: Well, he did. I’m Windwing, that over-stallion you were talking about. I chose a lead mare, and that lead mare is you. We have two twin foals, Whitefrost and Wispifrost. Do you remember your name?
Crimsonwind: -feels heart jump for some reason- -starts to feel strange- I gotta go -flies towards his dam-
Wispiflower: -snorts- Of coarse I remember my name, and how can I trust someone I don’t know?
Windwing: Junetree trusts me right? If she trusts me, then you could too
Maytree: -snorts- Coward.
Wispifrost: No he’s not a coward!
Maytree: You like him don’t you?
Junetree: -taps forehead- Wait, do I trust you? I never said I did
Windwing: -groans and whispers to her- You know what I’m trying to get at, cooperate please
Junetree: -ignores him- Nope, don’t trust him.
Maytree: -chases Crimsonwind- -glides next to him- Hey mister, where do you think you are going? My cousin was talking to you.
Windwing: Junetree! Please!
Windwing: I need her to say her name, so I can prove at least Wispifrost is her filly, why else would Wispi be in her name as well?
Crimsonwind: I know. Go away
Junetree: -pins ears- Gee, you don’t have to yell.
Windwing: I will if I have to get an immature mare to say she trusts me for the sake of my mate!
Maytree: -persists- No, I will not. I want to have a little chat with you; You can’t be friends or anything near that with my family -purposely trying to lure him into doing the opposite-
Junetree: -frowns- If you’re going to offend me I won’t help you!
Windwing: -groans and mumbles to Mapleglade- Now I see why you’re giving your mate the silent treatment.
Maytree: -stops with him-
Junetree: -rolls eyes- Offending, offending!
Crimsonwind: I know I can’t do anything with your family. My parents banned me from doing so
Maytree: -gapes- Really?
Windwing: -pins ears and looks at Wispiflower- Your name is Wispiflower right?
Crimsonwind: -nods slowly-
Wispiflower: -stares- How do you know my name? -shakes head- I’m sorry, if you offend my best friend I can’t trust you.
Windwing: I know your name because you’re my mate!!!
Windwing: You know that filly Wispifrost?
Windwing: Before I was over-stallion, my name was Windfrost. Your name is Wispiflower. If I had a filly with a different mare, why would I name her after YOU?
Wispiflower: -starts to tear- -backs away further- I don’t know, and I don’t care. -flies away to a separate part of the valley-
Windwing: -wing palms- Do you see what I was trying to get at Junetree?
Junetree: Yes, and that would have happened anyway. -points to Wispiflower flying away-
Windwing: She would’ve hopefully remembered
Junetree: I’ve known her longer than you have, and she gets really emotional when she can’t understand something that someone is trying to help her understand.
Maytree: Answer me.
Windwing: Uh ok
Crimsonwind: I don’t know why!
Wispifrost: Whitefrost, Come on! -flies after her mother at top speed and indicates for her father and brother to come also-
Windwing: -flies after her, followed by Whitefrost-
Wispifrost: -lands beside her pale dam- Hello.
Wispiflower: Oh, hi. You were Wispifrost, right?
Wispifrost: Yes. Please trust my daddy, you really are my mommy
Junetree: -glares at Mapleglade- Don’t talk about me to your brother behind my back.
Mapleglade: -snorts and walks away, not in the mood for talking-
Windwing: -lands beside Wispifrost-
Wispiflower: -looks at him- Is it true?
Racewind: -comes out of the bushes- No, he’s lying. I’m you’re mate.
Wispiflower: -looks from one stallion to the other-
Windwing: -looks at Wispiflower- Stay back -pins ears at Racewind- Fine. She doesnt remember me, and she doesnt remember you. Now’s your chance to claim her, except you gotta get through me first.
Whitefrost: Uh oh. Battle for the mare
Racewind: -narrows eyes- I’m prepared to fight you for her
Whitefrost: -stays behind his dam- Mother this isnt good
Windwing: -rears and charges the stallion at full speed-
Wispiflower: I figured that little guy. What’s your name?
Windwing: -lifts off the ground and flies above Racewind just as they were about to clash-
Whitefrost: You named me mother, may as well name me again
Windwing: -dives towards him-
(Windwing is ANGRY)
Wispiflower: -nickers- You’re a cute one. -face pales- You’re name is Whitefrost, right? Am I right?
Windwing: -whinnies- Fight to the death?
Racewind: -rears- Yes!
Windwing: -nickers and lands, rearing again-
Windwing: -pounds front hooves on Racewind’s chest-
Wispiflower: You are my foal. I remember everything except who your sire is.
Whitefrost: -sighs in relief- Phew. -looks at the fighting stallions- One of them is your mate, and my sire.
Racewind: -kicks his flank with sharpened hooves causing Windwing to bleed-