Billowfall smiled, "Thanks for... for... for being here," she whispered, "I don't know what I would have done if it weren't for you." The young mare could express herself, she just felt to overwhelmed with gratefulness.
@Chippy (AKA Frostfeather) (I go to school two days a week, and am home the other three. A lot of people on here are home-schooled, or at least were two years ago.)
Cinderfrost stepped out of the medicine den, she was nervous about the coming war.
She knew her parents hated her, she would have to stay safe from Moutian herd.
Cinderfrost stretched her wings and took to the air, she angled her muzzle to the sky and flew higher, she needed some time to think.
Cinderfrost knew she could fly higher than the normal Mountain herd steed, becase her great great uncle came and joined Tundra herd, but one of his fillys, right after she was weaned was foalnapped by Mountain herd.
Cinderfrost soared in long circles, just thinking to herself.
Froststone watched Billowfall and Darkheart leave the den, realizing how close they had become. The young stallion knelt beside Rainwillow, "Rainwillow, how are you feeling?"
(Everyone with Snowroot is in the medicine den (Rainwillow, Copperfeather, Froststone, Driftflame, and Cinderfrost). Copperfeather is wishing Driftflame would show up and I have no idea where Driftflame is. Billowfall and Darkheart finally found Rainwillow and Froststone at the medicine den, and now those two (Billowfall and Darkheart) are flying together.)
The next night he returned to the place he had seen Cinderfrost and hopped to see her again. He waited for hours before going back to mountain herd. She had not been there he would have to wait another night to see her
Darkheart: With a shuddering sigh, he put his wings around Billowfall. Somehow, they had managed to save each other. Billowfall from leaving and not forgiving herself, and him from never letting his twin go. âI canât believe how much has changed in only a few days.â
Rainwillow: Froststoneâs voice woke her from her lucid dreams. âHmm?â
Groggily, she blinked up at him, unsure of where exactly she was, but Froststone was there with her, so it had to be safe.
Billowfall tensed a moment out of surprise, she hadn't been embraced for years. "I can't believe how much has changed in only a few days." Darkheart whispered into her ear; his soft voice echoed in her mind.
Billowfall leaned into him, breathing in deeply, "I've never felt like this toward anyone in- so long- so long that I can hardly remember; you're the first, Darkheart," she liked him... she cared for him- she loved him, but... how will- can- she explain herself? The young mare didn't know whether he cared the same for her... or just had pity on her that he was generous enough to help her. But Billowfall couldn't let go of this feeling, she cherished it so much that she didn't care if he didn't feel the same toward her. But did Darkheart?
Froststone:
Froststone leaned forward and nuzzled Rainwillow compassionately, "Rainwillow," he murmured, "How are you feeling? You know you've been out for several hours, I've been worried about you."
That evening, she flew to the place where she saw Bravesky, she regretted forgetting about coming here the day before, Cinderfrost flew down and landed gracefully.
She dug up some of the ice and grazed on some of the grass underneath.
(*for the first time in forever plops into existence*)
Driftflame turned his head around and looked into the medicine den. He had stood outside there for quite sometime. He didnât have of a clue why he did this. Perhaps it was because he needed to talk to Copperfeather. About what? He didnât know. Or maybe it was so he could question Snowroot about her looking at his scar all the time.
He snorted at his utter lack of understanding for his actions. Whatever he was planing on doing, standing here was getting him nowhere. Driftflame turned his entire self around and walked into the den. He felt like he had awkwardly locked eyes with everyone around him. Of course he didnât..but the odd feeling of embarrassment crept through him willingly.
Icequake trumpeted a sound of alarm, "EVERYONE! LISTEN TO ME!" He brayed, (he's in everyone's hearing), "YOU MUST ALL GET TO SAFETY! GO TO THE MOUNTAINS! ALL WHO ARE A WARRIOR MUST COME WITH ME! THOSE WHO ARE NOT MUST GO TO OUR TERRITORY'S MOUNTAINS' CAVES!"
The young stallion looked at Froststone and Rainwillow. They seemed to have such a strong bond and connection with each other. Driftflame wondered if he had ever had such a relationship before.
His mind searched through his memories and finally stopped at the rememberance of his foalhood...him and Copperfeather playing together. Driftflame didnât realize how much he loved the time he spent with her. But now he had his scar. Everyone looked at him differently for some reason. Driftflame had just accepted this by now.
He doubted harshly that Copperfeather ever looked back on the times they played together. Everyone else viewed him differently now. Shouldnât she? Suddenly Driftflamâs ears pricked at a trumpet. He raced out of the den instantly and took to the skies, landing near the collecting warriors. Driftflame shrugged off the fact that he was just a two year old. He technically was a warrior? it didnât matter. Something was happening and he was about to find out what.
Goldencloud trotted pridefully over to her mate. She had watched the whole ordeal with Bravesky and all that. She disliked the colt very much. He had a traitorous vibe and outlook that made her question his loyalty to Mountain Herd from the beginning.
Goldencloud considered this while the chilling wind of the mountains rippled through her dark mane and feathers. âHeâs not planning on coming back, yâknow.â Her voice was calm and yet as crisp as the air around them.
Moonwillow:
The mare was angrily grazing. She hated grazing. Of course she did enjoy a good meal but just standing around doing nothing wasnât very productive. None of the Captains had given her any orders other than to patrol the boarders for a bit.
Moonwillow had patroled the boarders...five times in a row. Now she was alone and had nothing better to do than to fill her stomach. Her head shot up at the sound of what seemed to be Icequakeâs trumpet. âWhatâs happening? am I doing something for once! What should I do?â Moonwillow looked around excitedly only to be reminded she was by herself. âAnd never mind.â
Moonwillow hadnât heard the trumpet well and decided to investigate. She shot herself into the sky making her odd patterned pelt blur into a sleek silver arrow accompanied by her strong violet feathers.
Copperfeather: Icequake's voice cut through her day-dreams, immediately causing her to become alert. One word echoed in her mind, scaring her, giving her flashbacks.
War. War. War.
They were going to war with Mountain Herd. Before she was even a thought in her parents' minds, there had been a struggle to keep peace with Mountain Herd. Years of Tundra Herd pegasi fearing Mountain Herd, endless anxiety in pegasi that should never have to worry about those things. Copperfeather's parents had been killed by Mountain Herd warriors, before her very eyes. After that, Copperfeather always had an escape riot in the back of her head, making sure she would never be trapped like her parents were.
Driftflame.
The name brought back other flashbacks, happy ones. As foals, Driftflame and her would play for hours, enjoying each others company and imagination. Somehow, after her parents' death and his incident with a wild cat that caused his to have a scar on his muzzle (or face, I don't remember which...), everything changed. Driftflame was never far from her thoughts, but at the same time, it hurt every time thinking about him. Sometimes she wondered if he ever remembered her name, let alone the time they sent together, so long ago. With one swift motion, she was on her hooves, racing to find him, at this point not caring what anyone else thought or even what he thought of her. She just needed to find him and make sure he was okay.
(First comment XD
@Chippy (AKA Frostfeather) (I go to school two days a week, and am home the other three. A lot of people on here are home-schooled, or at least were two years ago.)
@Rainleaf (Desert Herd) (I is!)
@Rainleaf (Desert Herd) (I'm also homeschooled untill 9th grade)
(HAHA!!
Cinderfrost :
Cinderfrost stepped out of the medicine den, she was nervous about the coming war.
She knew her parents hated her, she would have to stay safe from Moutian herd.
Cinderfrost stretched her wings and took to the air, she angled her muzzle to the sky and flew higher, she needed some time to think.
Cinderfrost knew she could fly higher than the normal Mountain herd steed, becase her great great uncle came and joined Tundra herd, but one of his fillys, right after she was weaned was foalnapped by Mountain herd.
Cinderfrost soared in long circles, just thinking to herself.
Froststone:
Froststone watched Billowfall and Darkheart leave the den, realizing how close they had become. The young stallion knelt beside Rainwillow, "Rainwillow, how are you feeling?"
(hehe...can anyone give me a short summary of all the things that are happening?)
(Thx!)
(Everyone with Snowroot is in the medicine den (Rainwillow, Copperfeather, Froststone, Driftflame, and Cinderfrost). Copperfeather is wishing Driftflame would show up and I have no idea where Driftflame is. Billowfall and Darkheart finally found Rainwillow and Froststone at the medicine den, and now those two (Billowfall and Darkheart) are flying together.)
Bravesky:
The next night he returned to the place he had seen Cinderfrost and hopped to see her again. He waited for hours before going back to mountain herd. She had not been there he would have to wait another night to see her
(Lalala literally nothing to do right now besides cleaning my baking supplies)
(Oooo, what did you bake?)
@Rainleaf (Desert Herd) (I tried to make olive garden breadsticks)
@Sunblaze (Cool! How did they turn out?)
Darkheart: With a shuddering sigh, he put his wings around Billowfall. Somehow, they had managed to save each other. Billowfall from leaving and not forgiving herself, and him from never letting his twin go. âI canât believe how much has changed in only a few days.â
Rainwillow: Froststoneâs voice woke her from her lucid dreams. âHmm?â
Groggily, she blinked up at him, unsure of where exactly she was, but Froststone was there with her, so it had to be safe.
Billowfall:
Billowfall tensed a moment out of surprise, she hadn't been embraced for years. "I can't believe how much has changed in only a few days." Darkheart whispered into her ear; his soft voice echoed in her mind.
Billowfall leaned into him, breathing in deeply, "I've never felt like this toward anyone in- so long- so long that I can hardly remember; you're the first, Darkheart," she liked him... she cared for him- she loved him, but... how will- can- she explain herself? The young mare didn't know whether he cared the same for her... or just had pity on her that he was generous enough to help her. But Billowfall couldn't let go of this feeling, she cherished it so much that she didn't care if he didn't feel the same toward her. But did Darkheart?
Froststone:
Froststone leaned forward and nuzzled Rainwillow compassionately, "Rainwillow," he murmured, "How are you feeling? You know you've been out for several hours, I've been worried about you."
Cinderfrost,
That evening, she flew to the place where she saw Bravesky, she regretted forgetting about coming here the day before, Cinderfrost flew down and landed gracefully.
She dug up some of the ice and grazed on some of the grass underneath.
Driftflame:
(*for the first time in forever plops into existence*)
Driftflame turned his head around and looked into the medicine den. He had stood outside there for quite sometime. He didnât have of a clue why he did this. Perhaps it was because he needed to talk to Copperfeather. About what? He didnât know. Or maybe it was so he could question Snowroot about her looking at his scar all the time. He snorted at his utter lack of understanding for his actions. Whatever he was planing on doing, standing here was getting him nowhere. Driftflame turned his entire self around and walked into the den. He felt like he had awkwardly locked eyes with everyone around him. Of course he didnât..but the odd feeling of embarrassment crept through him willingly.
(
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Icequake:
Icequake trumpeted a sound of alarm, "EVERYONE! LISTEN TO ME!" He brayed, (he's in everyone's hearing), "YOU MUST ALL GET TO SAFETY! GO TO THE MOUNTAINS! ALL WHO ARE A WARRIOR MUST COME WITH ME! THOSE WHO ARE NOT MUST GO TO OUR TERRITORY'S MOUNTAINS' CAVES!"
Driftflame:
The young stallion looked at Froststone and Rainwillow. They seemed to have such a strong bond and connection with each other. Driftflame wondered if he had ever had such a relationship before. His mind searched through his memories and finally stopped at the rememberance of his foalhood...him and Copperfeather playing together. Driftflame didnât realize how much he loved the time he spent with her. But now he had his scar. Everyone looked at him differently for some reason. Driftflame had just accepted this by now. He doubted harshly that Copperfeather ever looked back on the times they played together. Everyone else viewed him differently now. Shouldnât she? Suddenly Driftflamâs ears pricked at a trumpet. He raced out of the den instantly and took to the skies, landing near the collecting warriors. Driftflame shrugged off the fact that he was just a two year old. He technically was a warrior? it didnât matter. Something was happening and he was about to find out what.
(I gtg!)
(Bye!)
Bravesky:
His father and brother slashed his hide and caused him to bleed. Soon after he was escorted to the border.
Bloodwing:
"Now go get her!" He snarled.
Bravesky:
He nodded having no real idea of doing it. He saw Cinderfrost he stumbled up to her and collapsed.
Cinderfrost,
Cinderfrost, gasped when she saw Bravesky she rushed over to him and knelt by him.
"A-are you going to be okay?" She wispered.
Cinderfrost nuzzled him softly.
Goldencloud:
Goldencloud trotted pridefully over to her mate. She had watched the whole ordeal with Bravesky and all that. She disliked the colt very much. He had a traitorous vibe and outlook that made her question his loyalty to Mountain Herd from the beginning.
Goldencloud considered this while the chilling wind of the mountains rippled through her dark mane and feathers. âHeâs not planning on coming back, yâknow.â Her voice was calm and yet as crisp as the air around them.
Moonwillow: The mare was angrily grazing. She hated grazing. Of course she did enjoy a good meal but just standing around doing nothing wasnât very productive. None of the Captains had given her any orders other than to patrol the boarders for a bit. Moonwillow had patroled the boarders...five times in a row. Now she was alone and had nothing better to do than to fill her stomach. Her head shot up at the sound of what seemed to be Icequakeâs trumpet. âWhatâs happening? am I doing something for once! What should I do?â Moonwillow looked around excitedly only to be reminded she was by herself. âAnd never mind.â Moonwillow hadnât heard the trumpet well and decided to investigate. She shot herself into the sky making her odd patterned pelt blur into a sleek silver arrow accompanied by her strong violet feathers.
Copperfeather: Icequake's voice cut through her day-dreams, immediately causing her to become alert. One word echoed in her mind, scaring her, giving her flashbacks.
War. War. War.
They were going to war with Mountain Herd. Before she was even a thought in her parents' minds, there had been a struggle to keep peace with Mountain Herd. Years of Tundra Herd pegasi fearing Mountain Herd, endless anxiety in pegasi that should never have to worry about those things. Copperfeather's parents had been killed by Mountain Herd warriors, before her very eyes. After that, Copperfeather always had an escape riot in the back of her head, making sure she would never be trapped like her parents were.
Driftflame.
The name brought back other flashbacks, happy ones. As foals, Driftflame and her would play for hours, enjoying each others company and imagination. Somehow, after her parents' death and his incident with a wild cat that caused his to have a scar on his muzzle (or face, I don't remember which...), everything changed. Driftflame was never far from her thoughts, but at the same time, it hurt every time thinking about him. Sometimes she wondered if he ever remembered her name, let alone the time they sent together, so long ago. With one swift motion, she was on her hooves, racing to find him, at this point not caring what anyone else thought or even what he thought of her. She just needed to find him and make sure he was okay.