The tiny kitten jumped among the grass, leaping at a single flower, tumbling along. She had started to feel at home here. She had other cats to play with, and from what she heard, dog who were protectors of the family. Though she hadn't seen they she would try to make sure she was nice when she did.

A huge black Arbain walked in she looked at the kitten and said hello where is your owner she said kindly.

The large chestnut Thoroughbred pranced into the Ranch lands. He always desired to live among humans, but wasn't one for staying in stables. He was energetic, completely. He loved to run and race, especially with other Thoroughbreds. But this scene was quite something. He didn't know anyone here, seeing as how he was new, so was on the verge to meet everyone. He wasn't known of by these Ranch humans, but he was well known by others not living in this Valley. He had won many races before, and he was still very young, being at the age 4.

His light frame halted nearby as he stared. He snorted and bobbed his head before trotting over to these two animals. Who were they? "Hey!" he shouted out to them, head flinging upward to the sky in a loud neigh. He stopped near the two, looking from one to the other. "A little reunion between the ranch pets?" he then said, lowering his head to pluck up some grass. His personality could be smart and harsh, but he was othewise one that favored humans.

A black Arabain Looked at you whats your porb Lost a race and laughs and looks at you do you race i do all you can see is her snip and she walks up and nuzzles you her blue eyes looking at you I don't live here and I race for fun.

The large Thoroughbred grinned. This was an interesting mare. But whom did she think she was? He could easily outrun her, and yet... Lookie here! He snickered. "For your information, I race all the time and never lose. I race when commanded to by the two-leggeds and then race alone and with friends to train." he said, smirking. He pulled away from the mare a bit when she nuzzled him. Did she think he was a slow old equine or something? Ehehehe...

o.k Whats your name mine is Moon Fire and I don't race for two-leggeds they can race by themsleves. I never race for serous things just for fun I have no friends because I beat them at every race. you know you are kinda cute.

A rough black Arabain comes in hello a love rommance or what! you guys would be o.k just don't mess with my Twin his stripe only visble to.

No. she reared up and landed with a thud. then she walked to her borther and bit his neck and let go, Now deblo Go now before I hurt you more!

o.k sis I'll right now.... or now or may be Now! then truns around backing up and runs into a tree and sist down like a dog.

sorry about my brother he's you now loco. oh and want to start a herd together? I was just wondering. because i want a foal with you.

A foal? Now he hadn't heard something like this in a long time. He enjoyed other Thoroughbreds, but now there was seemingly trouble going on. "Really?" he said in a mocking tone, "How interesting, but I prefer other Thoroughbreds. It's not like I haven't been asked that though." he then said, letting out a snort, "And about the herd: I live around humans. If I did happen to start a herd with you, I would have little time to spend in the wild."
He swished his tail around and pranced over to the tree where the horses was sitting in the 'doggy' fashion, "What's wrong with you?" But then he looked back to Moon Fire, "By the way, I'm Roughshot."

they see the through bred and sorund him and wait.........

Hearing a commotion outside, the teen stepped out of the house and was startled, to say the least, to see three horses. Especially one sitting like a dog by a tree. Blinking in confusion, he leaned up against the railing on the porch and watched them, seeing if any would spook at his presence. If not, he would attempt to capture them.

From under the porch, a pair of dusty-mustard colored eyes peer out at the kitten. It was Lion, the only adult tom cat that lived permanently on the ranch. By Bastet's coloration, being it not orange or molted black, he knew she was no kitten of his or his sisters. His tail thrashed a bit and he just watched her. A tomcat could be a very dangerous thing to a kitten not his own, yet Lion had no intention of killing Bastet, mainly because he saw no mother around. And in anycase, he was surprisingly mellow and tolerant of kittens. So long as they didn't try to play with him.

She trotted up to the boy and nuzzled him. she then cantered a few from the ranch and flies past him and jumps the fence now in the pasture she greeted her brother and Roughshot her Arabain body Shinning in the early mornning.

The Thoroughbred only turned his head to stare at the human. Now this is what he came for. He did a few side steps the opposite way of Moon Fire when she cantered away. His tail flicked off a few horseflys. "Ahhhh, must be another show-off," he said quietly to himself. He had met alot of those. He wanted to live somewhere that had humans that raced horses, not just rode them. He liked to feel the wind brushing through his mane and tail. He watched the human with great interest, just snorting and bobbing his head as he did.

She reared up breaking the boards then walked out bobbed her head and whiped a fly and rears up again this time landing in front of the boy and snorted. in his face and bit his shirt her ears pricked up she heard wolves she threared up again.

Sis rember Sherton he only mates with finnset mares and all his foals are black no madder what and mom said your one of those finnset mares.

John at first laughed, watching as Moon Fire nuzzled him and ran off. But her next approached wasn't quite to pleasant. John backed up a foot, "Woah, girl! Easy!" he said, watching her ears and eyes. He reached out a hand, trying to touch her muzzle and calm her. He glanced at Deblo and Roughshot, trying to think of how he'd round up the three. Or try to, at least. He called loudly for his father, though tried not to spook the horses any.

Mark soon came outside, as surprised as his son had been at seeing the horses. "Maybe they got loose. We'd better round them up anyway." Mark walked off then, going to get something.

John stayed on the porch, trying to calm Moon Fire down. He knew they probably couldn't keep these horses, at least not all of them. But there were people willing to buy them. Racers, farmers, even people who wanted to fight the stallions. But it all depended on if the horses could be caught.

He looked at the boy reared up showing he has a twin, then he looks at the broken fence then the barn he trotted to the boy nuzzled him and pwaed the ground his ears slighty back.

A huge stallions walks up his eyes black with only fire in them he neighed reared up and landed he reared up again and this time he walked on the porch opening the door and walking inside...

he walks ouy and nips the mare to leave with him and he canters off.

She gallops with him and then soon they look like just they weren't their Sire ran so fast that you couldn't see him.

Roughshot stood still and didn't budge an inch until he seen the wolves. Mangy mongrels! He turned to look at them, ears flat against his head. They weren't killing him. "And just who are you?" he said in his ol' mocking tone of voice. It wouldn't matter if a human caught him here or not. He was shipped here from a racing stable far away from the Valley and soon escaped. As a foal he had delt with little 'play' races, but now in these days, being 3 years older, he made them serious. Just for the fun of it.

Without waiting for a reply from the pack, he wheeled around to face the human again. When the second came, he wasn't the least bit startled. He had been around millions and billions of people before, all at one time. And if he should be in great danger, he would use his very fast pace to get away. With his head raised high, he moved forward toward the human still on the porch, ignoring Moon Fire's movements. He stopped halfway with both ears pricked forward.

Me I'm Sire i only take the finnset mares and I run faster than any horse not to brag and you seem like you race you know my filly probbley can run as fast as you.

Roughshot turned his head sharply at the stallion whom spoke. "I am the fastest runner. Every year of my life was nothing but training for the biggest races, and each time I have won. I go only against the best of the best, and I'm one of those. I bet you're not even a Thoroughbred." He wasn't the least bit irritated because of this stallion. He thought he was the fastest? Think again. He wasn't even a Thoroughbred to say the least. Being like something as huge as a Friesian slows you down. But this purebred Thoroughbred is a champion at racing and jumping. He is at the start of a great career. He was slender, which helped him move faster. Large and fat was just something that kept you from winning.

o.k i run with the wind my feirce body keeps me running and you relay on humans only week horses do.

Roughshot glared at the Friesian. He took a sharp step forward toward Sire. "You aren't a breed made for racing. Did you ever see a Friesian race before? Nope. Now before this thing gets out of hoof, let's just shut up about it and get back to whatever we were really doing." he said, pounding a hoof on the ground. He turned his head to look at the human. Where had that one two-legged gone off to? But then he turned his head back to face Sire, "And for your information, I am not a weak horse. I win because of quick leg power, and high-spirits." He swished his tail around and then turned his body to face the human again. He was still a good 5 feet away.

She trots "up you guys are making friends. Looks at her brother see him he's you'r uncle." Said Moon Fire Bonshi said "Uncle fat and looks at Sire daddy Storng looks at Chesnut whos he?" Moon Fire said " he is uh what I say a Show off." Bonshi said "Bad Show off."

Roughshot turned his head around. He wasn't a 'show off'. Only idiots were, and he wasn't an idiot. "You may say I'm a 'show off', but this is how I act everyday, small fry. You got a problem with that?" he said, staring straight at the two. He wasn't kidding. They should just try to be a true racehorse. Of course, he was no show off, unlike most other racers, but these other equines stood for nothing of racing. He swished his tail around and narrowed his eyes.

O.k you need learn that mares are just as good as Stallions and Arabain can do the same has a Throughbred now you know so Shutup. said Moon Fire Bomshi said " I'm not a small Fry. i run with my heart fire in my heart I'm Wild untamble and you rely on those two-leggeds."

hello uh nease you look nice today uh you know that I 'm your uncle?

your Stubid I'm surprised they did't kill you and like they normlley do. o.k never mind but rough Shot want to live with me and Sire? I'll settle the fight with comdey.

A beatiful Throughbred galloped in she was swift fast and galloped smoothley.

"Stop making yourself sound like an idiot. And do you think you're the only one with a fire in you're heart? Well think again small fry! I don't pity you the least bit. And no, I will not live out in the wild. I take little visits there but never would I want to live there. It's better to rely on someone else for your care than having to do everything yourself." he said in his mocking tone again. Then his attention was drawn to the mare that just seemingly came from nowhere. He snorted. Who was she?

She trotted up and bowed hello my name is Prancer whats yours?

You like my sister.

Thats why were black and his name is Sire Stubid.

o.k Whatever. i think RoughShot should know this.

A wolf pack walks out a the alpha male and alpha female have their heads held up high and their tails and the beta male. they sniffed you and just looked at you.......