In the dry still of the night, the thunder of hooves echoed through the trees. Getting
faster, the pounding got louder and closer, and three moon white mustangs flew past. Manes
like a white fire flew in the wind as they ran. Soaring over logs and splashing into puddles,
the mustangs raced to a large clearing in the trees. Luscious grass and midnight-blue flowers
covered this clearing. It was the birthplace of the mustangs, the brothers of Birthplace
Cove. Mares from all over come to this spot to give birth, years later when the colts and
phillies grow up they come back. Sniffing the air, the eldest of the brothers walked further
into the clearing, the other two hesitated but followed. The oldest snorted and reared up,
his brothers doing the same. A thud was heard and the two oldest looked back; the youngest
had fallen onto his back. The older two walked over to their fallen brother and nuzzled
him, as if they were asking him if he was okay. He still had to learn how to keep balance.
I've been missing all The Outsiders stuff on here recently
T-Thankies! ^^