"Lionfeather!" "Panthertail!" "Nightfeather" "Daisywing!" "Dawnstar!" "Goldflame!" "Twistflame!" I was astonished at the amount of pegasi comming! It was day two, and we already had a baffling 6 000 pegasi ( Two eighths of Storm Herd ) ! I bolted into the forest, desperate for some fresh air. I had to think about it: should I close the gaits to
Sky Herd? Or should I wait until almost all the herd came with us? I was the new lead mare, after all. Was this too much for me and Brackentail, no, BrackenWING to handle?
I thought for a while, then cantered out of the forest, my answer final. "Attention! I have decided, since we already have roughly 6 000 followers, that we are no longer opening spots for Sky Herd! Too large of a number to fly across the Dark Water with us, especialy weanlings, foals, pregnant mares and elders, could cause a drastic drop in population. I do hope all rejected steeds will find another oppertunity. There will be no ifs, ands, or buts! This is FINAL!" I was glad that there WHERE no protests. But then, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. Then another. And another! When a mare feels like this it can only mean one thing...
I rushed to find Dewberry, my vission a blur. When I finaly found the elderly mare, I described my pain to her. She had me lay down, and she massaged my somach. Then, she just stared at my stomach for a while. Then, she gave me the permission to stand. "Birchcloud..." My heart skipped a beat, already hopeing for the best, "you're... pregnant."