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Name:

Clover

Age:

1 Year, 3 Months

Gender:

Female/Mare

Herd:

Plains

Rank:

Yearling

Desired Rank:

Unsure. Likely one of leadership. Or even a lone mare.

Appearance:

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Clover is an average sized yearling, being about 14.3 hands (or 59 inches) tall. Her estimated mature height is thought to be around 16.2 hands (66 inches), though she may end up being a tad shorter. Currently, her mane and tail are quite lacking when compared to the other horses of the herd – both adult and yearling. Her mane still has that “immature” foal appearance, being rather short and mostly upright. Though, some hairs have finally started to come down her face, curling around her right ear. The hairs are also quite soft – nothing like the texture of an adult. Her tail follows a similar pattern but to a lesser degree. It is around medium length, ending just above her knees. It’s a bit more coarse and mature than her mane, it definitely still has some growing to do. Build wise, she is nothing short of a long distance runner. With her lean build and powerful hind legs, she can take off at full sprint in a matter of seconds. If she had not been born wild, she would have made a great racing horse. Then again, she's too stubborn and independent to be a reliable ride.

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The yearling’s coat is a dark shade of bay, looking akin to rich dark chocolate. At night, however, her pelt looks almost black in color unless the moon hits her just right. Around the “corners,” dips, and bends of her body, the bay color becomes slightly brighter in color. This same color can be seen as plain as day on either side of her nose and lower cheeks. This hue appears as bright “coppery red” – being more red at the beginning of its descent down the snout and other residing areas before becoming pure “copper” in its shade. Contrast to her soil-like darkness comes in the form of three socks, residing on the front left leg as well as both of the back ones. This white is nearly impossible to keep clean, but Clover honestly prefers it that way. Makes her a bit more “down and dirty” than some other horses. More white – albeit, cleaner than that on her legs – can be found on her forehead and nose. The mark on her forehead takes the form of a partial crescent, swirling to the right before starting to come back and fade out near the center-line of head (still remaining on the right side). The strip of white on her nose does something similar but does not have a distinct shape. Rather, it more so creates a widening line that – also leans to the left – and ends on her lower lip. Finally, amber eyes dawn her face like jewels on a crown. The shine when compared to the rest of her coat, and are exemplified by the rich darkness and fiery tan of her fur.

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The young mare doesn’t have many scars, as one would suspect for a horse her age. But that is not to say that she has not accumulated any. Over the course of her… “adventurous” outings – as she puts it – she has gathered some injuries from the various scrapes, bumps, and tumbles she has taken along her “all-inspiring” journeys. Or, simply put, they came from her being too wild and rambunctious as a filly. To this day it is not uncommon to see the mare come back from disappearing with a set of cuts and bruises on her knees and flank. However, the most noticeable scar she has obtained has to be the well sized scratch on her haunches. She refuses to talk about the origins of this scar, so no one knows of its origins. Not even the other fillies and colts that she used to drag along on her adventures. Then again, they probably don’t want to.

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Clover’s voice is a lot like the general pubescent female’s. Somewhat high pitched and a little scratchy at times. It's not uncommon for her to lose her voice from time to time either, due to its developing status. The tone of her voice is often energetic and cheerful, and – some would describe it – even bratty or snobby at times. This is typically due to her outgoing and playful demeanor, but it could also be attributed to her honorary and prideful side. Her words always are coated in a relatively southern accent, causing her to say things such as “ya,” “ta,” “Imma,” “gonna,” and the like. Her ‘er’s are also pronounced in an interesting way, generally coming out as ‘ah’ instead of… well, ‘er.’ So, for example, she will say “sistah” or “adventu’ah” instead of “sister” and “adventure.”

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Personality:

Outgoing || Kind || Curious || Accepting || “Innocent” || Ornery || Prideful || Know-It All || Stubborn || Sometimes Rebellious || Independent || Playful || Mischievous || Manipulative, But Not Maliciously So || Adventurous || Athletic

“Oh come on, brothah. It’s not like anything bad will happen. Besides, it’s just a little adventu’ah. What’s the harm in that?”

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Clover is one of the most outgoing yearlings in the herd. She adores socialization and gossiping, or just simply prancing around a random horse of her choosing while talking their ears off. Though, she will back off if told – just not without a face that makes even some of the most cold hearted horses feel guilty. Her outgoing demeanor leads to her being quite friendly and kind, with many attempts being made to befriend or at least get on the good side of any horse, particularly new ones. She’ll do this by either running up to them and bombarding them with questions (due in part to her overflowing curiosity of new things. Or, well, curious about everything but that’s besides the point) or by offering them some sort of aid. It is not uncommon to find the young mare running up to a random horse – bachelor or no – just to ask them questions about their travels, life, and the like. As such, it is quite easy to see how accepting she can be of these new horses – rarely judging them for things they’re done in the past, unless it was the unthinkable. Afterall, how can she gain friends when she doesn’t accept them for who they are? But, don’t take her acceptance as a form of support. Just because she accepts someone doesn’t mean she agrees with or supports them.

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However, she finds it particularly funny when those of her herd consider her “innocent” for her age. She’s not, in any way, shape, or form innocent. She knows a lot more than she lets on (which most of her close friends now, since she can never hold this information in). This can cause her to be quite the know it all around those her age and sometimes her own mother, always believing that she knows what’s best or correct. Besides, surely her mother can’t be correct all the time. But hey, she may as well play the part and act dumb when around the rest of the herd. Helps her get away with a lot more things than she normally would have without this persona. Because of this, she has become quite ornery and prideful, thinking herself to be topnotch and untouchable. Sometimes she’ll even flaunt her “untouchable” nature to other yearlings or youngsters because she knows that she can get away with it. Though, it is only a matter of time before she is found out.

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The dark bay mare has been found to be incredibly stubborn… at the best of times. Once she sets her mind to something – whether that be an opinion, goal, or action – there is no turning back for her. It may as well be carved into stone. She will rarely listen to reason when attempting to do something dangerous, believing that if she has to learn, she’ll do it on her own terms in her own way. Thus, earning the label of “independent.” And that she is. But, this independence isn’t anything new or shocking to the herd. In a way, she has always been like this – taking care of a good portion of her own problems and confused thoughts when she understood how to. Even if she plays dumb while doing so. Then again, that’s how she gets out of it most of the time. Her need for independence has only grown since her days as a foal. With every new adventure she took, she learned more and more about the world she lived in and grew to enjoy finding things and learning on her own time. It also spurred on the desire to travel – even if that means leaving her family behind. It honestly wouldn’t be much of a surprise to find her dispersing from the herd with some of her brothers when she’s old enough. Though, she will likely ditch them too. However, these traits combined have caused many mares to view her as nothing but a rebellious “fiend” and a handful. A “thorn in the rear” if you will. Thankfully, the lead stallion would always keep her in line – being one of the select few that she would actually listen to. But, with him now gone, there’s no telling what she’ll get up to.

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Though, as many would not expect, Clover is incredibly good with the younger horses of the herd! Just because she’s a nuisance doesn’t mean that she’ll allow others to cause trouble, after all. That’s her job. In part, her ability to skillfully handle the various foals of the group come from her playful nature. She enjoys running around, playing games, and just flat out having fun. Her energy and “goofy” actions can cause the foals to want to instantly join in on the action – much to the highly probable displease of the mothers. But, worry not. She will not drag these foals along on her adventures. Actually, she’ll outright refuse and force them back to their mothers if they ever ask to come with. “Sorry, huh, but only yearlings are allowed,” is what she’ll tell them. And, if they are to follow her, she’ll turn the whole group back around just to get them back to safety – even if it sacrifices her own “freedom.” When playing with foals – or basically just whenever she gets the urge – the mare can become… quite mischievous. Which is probably the understatement of the century. This, besides the games, is the only thing that she will allow foals to get involved with. Typically, she will pull harmless pranks on the adult mares of the herd – particularly those that do not like to be disturbed. This can be done various ways, but her favorite manner is to have a foal (or foals) distract the mare while she sneaks up to spook her in some way. However, it is not just foals that she’ll bring into her plots. Fellow yearlings will often take part, if she has anything to say about it. And for those that refuse to join her antics or adventures… well, she can and will provide some persuasion. Due to being upfront with the other yearlings about her knowledge, she has no fear of using what she knows against them – specifically in manipulative ways. (“Why not join us? After all, ya could show off ta that gal of yer’s!”). Though, it should be noted that the mare is not doing this maliciously. She refuses to take “no” as an answer from her peers and will manipulate them into joining her.

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If it has not already been abundantly clear, the most prominent and important factor of this “filly” (if you could still call it one) is her taste for adventure. That is honestly what her entire life and thought process is about. Adventure, adventure, adventure. See that rock formation over there? She’ll climb it. That crevice? Think she’ll fit? That prairie? A new animal! She must investigate! As one would expect for a horse that goes (or at least tries to go) anywhere and everywhere, she has become incredibly athletic. She will purposely choose the most rugged, hard to navigate spots to explore just so she can get a good run in, or see how far she can jump. From dawn until dusk, this young horse is constantly moving. Sometimes she’ll go so fast while grazing that she’ll choke on her meal. She is… often scolded for that by her mother though. Not like she listens… For her, with the world being as big as it is, there is no time to slow down. She just has to keep on moving.

Crush:

Maybe, but likely not. Unless she meets a handsome yearling from outside of the herd, who promises a life of adventure.

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Mate:

N/A

Foals:

N/A

Kin:

Ursa – Non-biological Mother; Biological Aunt; Wish she would not stop her from having fun, but loves her all the same.

Chex – Biological Father; The one horse she actually respects. She hopes he’s doing well.

Idalia – Biological Mother; Deceased; She died not long after she was born. She doesn’t remember what happened. Though, from what she knows, she was similar to her aunt. Just a bit... calmer.

Affiliations:

Open

Friends:

I would like a lot of friends for this gal.

Open

Other:

- Never tell this gal your secrets. She won’t keep them. She’s yet to have learned a single thing about gossiping and will “spill the beans” to the whole herd – particularly her best friends. At least she doesn’t do so maliciously?

- Clover genuinely doesn’t want to cause too much trouble. She just loves adventure and believes that her mother surely can’t be right about everything.

- Considering the dangerous stunts the older filly can get herself into, it’s a wonder she hasn’t been truly harmed. However, just how long will this luck last?

- My favorite horse from that movie had to be Spirit himself. I loved his character growth and the way he handled challenges.

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Name:

Oren

Age:

1 Month

Gender:

Male/Colt

Herd:

Plains

Rank:

Foal

Desired Rank:

Bachelor

Appearance:

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Oren is oddly petite for a month old foal – standing a mere 5.1 hands (21 inches). Smaller than most foals his age (which are normally around 6.3 hands), but nothing too terrible. His estimated height is… currently hard to determine. Many hope that he’ll be over 16 hands, while others believe that he’d be lucky to touch it. Oren, being the young foal he is, believes that he’ll be the biggest stallion to ever walk the plains. If only this were the case. The young foal’s build is what some would consider stocky, albeit an immature type of stocky – having as much muscle as a month old foal could have. The majority of his muscle can be found in his chest, giving it a slightly broad look. Though, some of this muscle is starting to form in his legs, particularly the back ones. For now, however, his legs are made almost entirely of thick bones. These bones do make his head look smaller than it is, giving him a slightly goofy appearance. The colt’s mane and tail is typical of that of any foal. Short and (in the case of his mane) upright. The hair of his mane and tail, as well as his fur, is baby-soft and incredibly smooth – close in texture to that of silk.

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The colt’s fur is considered to be a shade of palomino. Specifically a dark shade of palomino. However, it is unknown whether or not his fur will remain this color. It is possible that his fur will turn a lighter shade of chestnut – which some consider to be factual due to the darkening of the fur surrounding his ears – but that cannot truly be determined until he is older. Along his boney legs, the fur becomes a pale cream in complexion. Its length depends on its location, ending a little bit before his shoulders on his front limbs and going a little bit over his knees for his back. This cream can appear white in bright lighting, given that the young foal hasn’t been playing in the dirt or mud. His underbelly, snout, mane, and underside of his tail are also coated by this cream-almost white hue. The portion on his snout fades out rather quickly before going midway up his snout. The hue on his snout is lighter than that on other portions of his body. His hooves, as of now, take on an interesting shade of brown – much unlike the normal black or gray seen on others of his kind. Its hue is warm and lively, being quite unlike the more thought-of depictions of brown. As though it were the bark of a tree coated in sap or honey.

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On the young horse’s face are two noticeably white marks, starting on his forehead and going all the way down to his nose. The first of the two marks resides on the left side of his forehead. Its shape resembles that of a remarkably thin crescent or one half of what should have been a diamond. Its line is not entirely straight, nor symmetrical – being a bit squiggly at the top and curling in faster than ir curled out. The end of this crescent takes place on the outer edge of what would be the middle of his face. Not even an inch below it, the second mark starts up, continuing what the first mark failed to do. The thin line travels down the middle of his face, going all the way down and over his soft black-gray nose. Here, the mark gains a slight pink hue – signaling the transition from fur to skin. Some more of the previously mentioned cream can be found on his upper eyelids, but it is hard to notice at times. This pale color adds a lot of contrast to his dark brown eyes, a lot more so than his palomino coat could. No scars can be found on the young foal due to his lack of years, or months of that matter. Though, he views scars as “cool” and wishes to gain some of his own one day.

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Oren’s voice, as is natural for such a young creature, is high in pitch. Not obnoxiously so, but still in the upper octaves. Those around him often describe it as a “baby voice,” much to his annoyance. Though, he is sure that his voice will grow to become quite deep. Then, he’ll show them who truly has the baby voice. Due to his young age, the colt can find it hard to… express himself sometimes. His words are often spoken as a form of gibberish that only his mother and the most experienced mares can understand. He also has a lisp (specifically L-vocalization), often pronouncing his “L’s” as “w’s.” Thankfully, it seems as though he carries no accent. Or, at least, no noticeable one. But some do think that he may be developing one. The tone of his voice depends heavily on who he is with. With his mother and close friends, he holds a cheerful and curious tone – packed full of energy and wonder that make most melt at the sound of it. But, around most anyone else, his tone is soft, quiet, and shy. If you can even get him to talk to you at all, that is. He never does so willingly to “strangers,” only speaking if forced to by his own mother.

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Personality:

Rambunctious || Energetic || Clumsy || Shy || Skittish || Reclusive || Curious || Attentive || Sometimes Well Behaved || Imaginative || Playful

“Onward, stallions! We have some bachelors to fight!”

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Oren is a rather rambunctious colt, never standing still unless absolutely necessary. At times, he can grow quite loud and rowdy – scrambling, jumping, and bucking all over the place. He has no pattern to his mayhem. No method behind his madness. In one moment, he’ll be calming standing next to his mother, the other he’ll be half way across the herd bucking and squealing for joy. As such, he has become known for being wild and energetic, despite the short amount of time he has spent on the earth. Thankfully, his energy is not as boundless as most other foals, so he gets tuckered out relatively easily. Though, the most amusing part of his energetic self has to be his inability to stay upright. In other words, he’s incredibly clumsy. He has been seen tripping over rocks that are in plain view, stubbing a hoof into a large pile of grass and toppling over, and even jumping around so awkwardly that he ties his legs up and needs help to stand again. He barely reacts to these falls, being quick to scramble back to his feet and start hopping around all over again. The herd generally has a good laugh when he falls because of this.

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Despite having grown up around them, the young palomino is quite shy towards the entirety of the herd besides own mother and friends. He views the yearlings as too rowdy and, honestly, a little intimidating. Scary, even. He typically tries to avoid them when he can, as to not get trampled by their games. The herd mares he just finds… intimidating. They’re so much bigger than he is! So, naturally, they must be quite dangerous. If one comes near, he’ll rush back to his mother and hide behind one of her legs. Or his father’s, if he is close (or there in general). This constant running and hiding has caused others to view him as skittish and reclusive. Having too much fear to explore on his own, and no desire to do so in the first place. While the first assumption is true (after all, he was once scared into hiding by a butterfly), the second far from actuality. To some extent anyway. He is reclusive in the sense that he sticks close to his mother, but he isn’t afraid to explore. In fact, he loves it! If his mother is nearby, that is. He is curious by nature, wanting to learn about every new thing he comes across. Well, if it looks cool, anyway. You won’t be seeing him wanting to learn about flowers, other than whether or not he would be able to eat them in the future.
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The young foal is pretty attentive… most of the time. He pays relatively close attention to his surroundings. Well, as much as a month old foal can without getting distracted. His attention only falters once he finds something interesting to investigate. Thankfully, he never tries to investigate other animals unless they are much smaller than himself. He is also attentive when it comes to his mother’s instructions, generally perking up the minute she addresses him. Most of the time (or what he perceives as such), he’ll follow her instructions – keeping in mind everything she told him. Though, he is not always so well behaved. His energetic side of time has a habit of sneaking up on him whenever he gets bored of something. In particular, his mother’s instructions. They’re just too boring to focus on! It is not an uncommon sight to see the foal running around at full speed with his mother tailing behind in an attempt to get him to slow down and listen. The chases, however, nearly always end with him tripping and his mother catching up.

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Like all young horses, Oren is incredibly playful. Not too surprising given his rambunctious and energetic aspects. However, he is not playful in the sense that he enjoys games with other foals, or the yearlings. He’d much rather play on his own, or with either of his parents. During this time, he’ll take them on dazzling adventures. Not real ones, though. Fake ones. Ones filled with dangerous cougars, wolves, and bachelors attempting to harm the herd – some of which amount to 19 hands tall, or not more. In these imagined stories, Oren will always be the savior of the herd. He’ll describe and act out kicking enemies in the face, slamming down those who are too slow to get up, and chasing away others who are too afraid to continue to fight. He’ll always have a catch phrase to say after chasing away the imaginary beasts, typically involving his name. Afterwards, he’ll trot over to his mother and expect many praises about how brave and strong he is… only to hide behind her once more when another mare or foal sneaks up on him.

Crush:

Ew, no.

Mate:

Also ew.

Foals:

BIG nope.

Kin:

Ursa – Mother; His rock of safety

Chex – Father; He wishes he could have met him…

Open

Affiliations:

Open

Friends:

Open

Other:

- Oren misses his father. He really looks up to the stallion as a role model and wishes that he’d come home soon. Even if he never met him.

- In all honesty, the palomino foal hates being so dependent on his mom and the herd. He wishes to become as independent as he can, as fast as he can. If only he wasn’t so clumsy and skittish, he may actually get somewhere.

- Since I talked about Spirit, I may as well talk about my second favorite horse from the movie. Spirit’s mother has ta be it for me, even if she wasn’t there for most of the film. Her reaction to Spirit getting captured pulled at my heart strings and just made me fall in love with her character. I just wish she got more attention than she did.