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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i layed on a little leaf bed and whinnied of pain falling was out trying to find a place for us i pushed and my foal came he was butiful he was white with a white and black main a stooking and some brown spots 

i bent over to him and licked him clean i pushed him closer to me he feel asleep falling snow came ''i foud a place for us '' he said walking up to me ''whats his name gonna be '' he said laying on the other side of the foal ''it's a colt i was thinking maybe jake '' i said looking down at him ''he looks like a jake he'll love all the space i found '' falling said ''great i need to rest '' i said laying my head down ''me too '' 

----falling snow's pov ----- 

i was so happy jake was born he was handsome he had my color the black like geist and the spots i loved jake i rested my head i was thinking how much jake will love beeing free ever since i was free i felt free i could do anything without getting in trouble i went to bed thinking about tommorrow

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