TrustIt is said that the most heavenly wind. It that, which blows between.
A horses ears. I believe it. Any girl who has ridden a horse.
Will believe it. In the mornings. I wake up to the smell of horses.
Still in my nostrils from the dreams. And I can't help but smile.
When you've been around horses. Almost all you're life.
You can't help but think that horses have become apart of you.
As if it was some vital part of you're body. Like you're lungs.
Or you're heart. If you take horses away. You basicilly die.
When you're around horses. You feel as if nothing can stop you.
When you're riding through a jumping course. Or flying.
Through the tree's of a cross country course.
Or exicuting the correct movements of dressage.
You feel the bond with the horse beneath you. Strengthen.
The horse understands what you ask. And does so. Without question.
When you're heading to a competetion. And you're laughing and.
Sharing stories with you're friends. While riding with the horses.
The horses understand
The Way of Life intro. Book style!
A little kit. Black and tiny with a sandy kit and a golden kit on either side of her. And a caring silver mother curled around them, glowing with pride, Her ears pricked as a dark tabby stepped into the nursery from the yowls and claws outside, with a gleam in his eye. the silver mother lept forward launching at the tabby. Her kits tirred and the black one whispered something urgently into the others ears. They nodded and stared horrified as they watched they're mother get torn apart. Suddenly the black kit turned into an older cat with strong muscles and striped markings. Her face was bored and she snapped open her cold forebodeing eyes. A line split her face in two. One half her striped self. The other the same. But had a horrified and sad expression blood staining her coat.
A black she-cat rushed into the clearing and stood smiling over the body of a dead white cat. The striped cat smirked and nodded as she joined the ranks. The she-cat stood on a hill that was made of stone starein
We'll just call it 50
StarWhisper weaved through the branches of the tree's with practiced ease. Her ice blue eyes flashed through the night like ice chips. StarWhisper lashed her tail and smirked. She was close. She bounded across a weak branch and it gave way just after she passed over it. She almost let out a mrrow of laughter. Perfect. One more leap and she landed in the alley that the cat Scourge lived at. StarWhisper weaved her tail. And stalked forward her un sheathed claws scraping across the ground as she strode through the alley with confidence despite the growing number of dog teethed colored cats around her. She stopped at a large pile of what looked like brown bouldars. A black tom with one white paw stepped up on top of the bouldars. He narrowed his ice chipped eyes.
"Who are you? And what do you want?" He asked in a cold voice. StarWhisper flashed her eyes over to who she knew was StripedPelt's father. She scowled at the black striped tom and looked back at Sccourge.
"I am StarWhisper. And I