life of a wild horse

im giest im the dauther of spirit and rain wild horses im the cimarron heard i love it but it's not easy trying to survive in the wild well this is my life.....

this story has the pov(point of view) of all the horses or humans in the story


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makes a month my brother died but now ive got to find a heard i can't take over the cimarron heard i don't wanna figth my dad ill figth another heard me and falling snow have become very close friends he's the best 

i wonderd away far from home i saw falling snow roaming around ''hey falling you ok'' i said galloping to him '' the village guys moved without me '' walked with him ''you can stay with me '' i said kindly ''i'd love to''  we walked too a little forest ''this is were me and my brother used to hang out when we left the heard this has been my home ever since '' i said laying down ''it's quiet here '' he layed next to me and hugged me ''i love you falling '' i said ''me to'' 

---falling's pov ----- 

yes she was finaly mine she rested her head on me and went to sleep i stayed awake looking around the place

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