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[◄Freya►]

Chapter 1


“I can’t believe you had the decency to come and disturb me while I was sleeping!” a voice yelled from inside a cave. Soon, there appeared two shadows, both in horse shapes and both of them equally angry.
Another voice replied, saying, “I was kind of in pain! If someone else was in the same kind of searing pain that I was in, would you abandon them for sleep?” Soon, a set of hooves appeared out of the cave. These hooves belonged to Anita’s Pride, Pride for short. He was a handsome chestnut Thoroughbred that was a racehorse, but got tired of all the publicity. So he ran away to live on the edge in the wild, where he could be free.
The other set of hooves belonged to Featherhoof, the medicine maker. She was a chestnut Shire with beautiful blue eyes. She was the one chosen especially to create medicines for the herd. She was like a doctor in the sense that she gave medicines, but she didn’t have helpers; it was just herself.
These two horses constantly bickered, but after awhile, they forgot why they were bickering on a certain subject and then shortly found something else to bicker about. But everybody else figured out why they were really bickering. It was because they secretly loved each other, even if they wouldn’t admit it, everybody else knew it. But the real question was why wouldn’t they express their emotions? Was it some secret law that they couldn’t express their love? Or was it just that they were scared to say anything? Most likely it is the second one…
“Well,” Featherhoof finished off, “here are the rest of the medicines. Eat the berries before you go to bed tonight, and eat these seeds with your dinner. That should satisfy your needs.” She laid down the medicines and then she stormed off to her cave. Pride grabbed the medicines and stormed off in the other direction.
Up on a cliff in the distance, there stood Blue Rain and Jessie, watching the two bicker. Jessie, a beautiful black Andalusian, was the leader of this herd called “The Valor Herd.” She also had a white star on her forehead and she was very wise, one of the reasons she was picked to be the leader of the herd. The other, Blue Rain, was one of her right-hand men (make that horses). He was a blue roan Quarter Horse, which means that his pelt had black hairs mixed with white. He was also very wise, but he was blind in his right eye from a battle that he was previously in. He could see rough images in that eye, but for the most part, he was blind in that eye.
They chuckled and Blue Rain said, “Those two love each other deep down.”
“Yeah, fighting is one of the most sincere forms of flattery,” Jessie explained.
“Next to imitation,” Blue Rain added. The two watch their herd from above on that cliff. Then Jessie felt something was wrong because she felt a cold shiver come across her body. “Is everything alright?” Blue Rain turned and asked her.
“Well, I felt a cold shiver, like something’s wrong,” she explained, “I’m sure it’s nothing.” She sighed and continued looking.
In the distance was Clyde, the lower right-hand horse to Jessie. Clyde was a majestic Clydesdale with powerful strides, all full of pride. He was a great horse, but he had two problems: he had a hot head and he was conceited. Not very good skills for a right-hand horse to have, but other than that, he had great skills. Besides, he was mostly known for his courage and bravery.
Today, Clyde was just standing, his green eyes looking over the river to the other terra across the way. This terra belonged to a rag-tag group of animals called … well … they really didn’t have a name. I guess we can just say they were laid back and they didn’t really care if they had a name. These animals were welcomed into the herd by everyone, except by Clyde. Clyde believed that you could only be a horse to be in The Valor Herd. And yet, there were two wolves in The Valor Herd, but Clyde was not happy about that and he doesn’t trust them, not one bit.
Clyde continued to look forward in the distance, but he soon heard footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw Jessie and Blue Rain approaching. “Hello Clyde,” Jessie said and stood next to him. “What are you looking at?” Jessie squinted her eyes to see if she could see whatever it was.
“I was just thinking do those wolves really belong in our herd?” he asked. He asked this many times to maybe change Jessie’s mind about letting them in, but it never worked.
“We have been over this several times Clyde,” Jessie explained looking at him with her blue eyes, “They are in this herd because before I started this herd, they were good friends of mine, and they still are.”
“I understand, but…” he started to say, but got interrupted by Blue Rain.
“Clyde, this conversation has gone on too many times. It is now officially over; drop it!” Blue Rain sternly said and trotted off.
Clyde suddenly felt like a little colt, being scolded by his dad. He looked at Jessie to find some hint of redemption, but she trotted off to catch up with Blue Rain. That left Clyde alone, again, but he was used to it. He didn’t care; he many times got left behind and it was fine, for now.
“What was that insanity for?” Jessie asked as she caught up to him. She had sternness in her eyes and what had happened was not handled right.
“I thought that he should finally stop talking about it, for we have had this conversation repeated fifteen times,” he answered as he stopped to look at his leader’s stern eyes.
“Well, first off, I think I missed when I died and you became leader. Two, it has not been fifteen times, you are just over-reacting, like always,” she explained. He snorted as if saying, ‘Whatever.’ He trotted off and looked at Clyde from a distance, thinking, ‘That poor guy. No one wants to hang out with him. Maybe later, if I’m not busy, I should talk to him.’

[◄Freya►]

Chapter 2

Over near the river sat Howl and SilverRock, the only two wolves in The Valor Herd. Howl was a black and gray wolf with red eyes that glowed in the night. SilverRock was a shy silver wolf, but he had a strong heart. He actually had a gray pelt, but it shone in the moonlight like a silver spirit.
These two wolves were supposed to be watching the border, but they were actually seeing the life of the other animals. Soon they saw an orange fox who had black paws, and Howl said, “Look at that fox!” Howl looked at her longingly; he was very fast at wanting to become boyfriend.
“Get over yourself. None of the girls you have asked out have stayed with you for more than a week,” SilverRock explained, but silently. He didn’t want the fox to look at him funny.
“What about Jane?” Howl asked, remembering the white Huskie he dated once.
“No. She left after you got interested in Gretta, the Irish Setter,” he reminded him. Howl and SilverRock have been best friends forever and SilverRock was right there when Howl talked about his dates.
The fox approached the two and saw they were talking. She was curious, only because she wanted to find out what they were talking about. “’Ello there,” she said, “My name’s Flamecloud.”
“Hello Flamecloud,” he said flirt like, “I’m Howl, and you and me want to have a date tonight?”
SilverRock rolled his eyes and created a diversion, “Howl, could I talk to Flamecloud, alone?”
A smirk appeared across Howl’s gray and black face as he said, “Sure… I’ll leave you too alone, just don’t take too long.” He got up and padded towards somewhere else in the herd to keep himself busy while they talked. He was really intrigued that SilverRock asked that question before him. He so wanted to listen, but he actually did the right thing and didn’t spy.
“Sorry about Howl, he is just always on the girls when he firsts meets them,” SilverRock explained. “So, what’s life like in that group over there?” He always had trouble finding ways to talk with cute girls, and Flamecloud was cute. He shuffled his silvery paws on the ground as he searched for a better conversation starter.
“Well,” Flamecloud said, “its ok, I mean, what do you expect living with a group of different animals in the wild?” She laughed a little because she also had the same problem as he did, talking to someone cute. Her tail swished around and SilverRock noticed that it was on fire, then he asked, “Does that hurt?”
“What? My tail,” Falmecloud asked, “No it doesn’t hurt. I was born with it. It is a genetic mutation.” Then she got a worried look on her face and said, “Except if it goes out, then I die, tradegic.”
“Oh, well, I will do my best to make sure that it doesn’t go out,” SilverRock reassured her. Then he hauled his silver behind up, nodded a ‘Good-bye’ to Flamecloud, and padded off to join a patrol.
As he walked, he felt a pain in his heart about Howl. He couldn’t figure out what it was, but he kept walking.
He soon reached Pride, whom was lying on the ground, and from what it looked like, he was in pain. SilverRock padded closer and looked at Pride, asking, “Are you ok?”
Pride didn’t do anything at first, for he was in a deep slumber. So SilverRock rolled his eyes and prodded Pride with his paw. Nothing. Of course, that was a tad bit stupid because horses, especially Thoroughbreds, are much bigger than wolves. So, SilverRock got on Pride’s side and started jumping. SilverRock’s method soon worked for Pride snorted, but didn’t open his eyes as he asked, “What is it SilverRock?”