Born Wild {Completed}

Racing

Chapter 23 

The fog blankets the snowy ground, the sun hides behind the gray clouds, the bare trees sway in the wind. A monstrous dark cloud hovers in the distance. Jassy, (my nickname for Jass.) bucks around with the other foals, playing. Wildfire and History drink down by the creek and all the other horses graze in the frosty field. I nicker to Misty and she softly nickers back.

" Morning Willow."

" Morning Misty." she sleepily greets me. I make my way to the roan paint stallion.

" Hey, I'm Willow." I greet, he mutters something under his breath and trots away, almost shying from me. Wildfire rubs his head against my shoulder and nickers.

" So, how's Willow today?" I shake my head and I hit him in the face with my long, black and white mane.

" Sorry. I'm good, a bit confused." I answer. He looks at me with his head turned side ways and nickers.

" Okay? Why?" He almost stares at me as I speak.

" Well, that blue roan paint over there, he just reminded me of someone. But I don't know who." He awkwardly stands there and nods his head before leaving and walking over to History. Every time I go to talk to him, he shies away. I eventually give up and walk over to Jassy. She nickers to me and nuzzles my muzzle.

" Willow, can we race?" She looks up at me with her eyes sparkling.

" Ok. One." She gets in her cute little racing position.

" Two..." I get ready as well.

" Three!" She bursts out of her place beside me and speeds in front of me. I fake going slow and she just keeps galloping. She circles a spruce tree and makes it back to the herd. I make it back a few minutes after her and I hear Crisp nicker to me on my right side.

" Wow. Jass beat you! Are you really that slow?" She asks.

" Yes, I'm actually a turtle." I sarcastically nicker back.

" WHAT?! I thought you were a horse!"  She whinnies. I look at her and speak.

" Sarcasm.  How in the world could I be a turtle!" She hangs her head in shame.

" I don't know." She mumbles. I look around and see that almost everyone is looking at us.

" I am not a turtle!" I neigh at them. Wildfire lopes over and nuzzles me.

" So, I heard your not a turtle?" He amusingly questions. I nip at min playfully.

" What? Did you think I was a turtle." I ask him. He shakes his head and trots over to a clear patch of snow and rolls in it. Misty is nursing Jassy, Crisp and History are grazing. All the others are at the river, drinking. I shake my head and trot around.
'I'm not a turtle!' I think to myself.

A/N
Sorry that this chapter is so short! I couldn't really think of anything. STUPID WRITERS BLOCK!!!!!! Anyways.... Thanks for reading this oh so short chapter! Thanks again!
Sincerely,
Acacia
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