Outcast: Island of the Forgotten

The Begining

               The day was bright, sun warmed her skin beneath her grey fur. Breeze stirred softly in her night-black mane. All Storm could do was stare at the sky, as clear and blue as her eyes. She only glanced back as Rain trotted up behind her. "Beautiful day, isn't it?" Rain said.
"Yeah. Just trying to take it all in. It's our first good day since last moon." Rain's dark brown gaze drifted into the sky. "Do you think Rock is up there?" Her eyes clouded. Storm knew what she was thinking. Rock was her father, the only one who looked out for her after her mother died giving birth.
"He will always be watching you, Rain." Storm tried to change the subject. "Do you want to race to the apple tree?" Rain's black head lifted.
"I'll make you eat my dust!" She whinnied as she took off toward the great tree. Storm followed with a buck. Her muscles carrying her with ease, jumping every log in her way. She was gaining on her, and soon passed her, skidding to a stop at the tree's roots.
Spinning around, she saw Rain trotting the rest of the way there. "Beat ya!" She snorted with a small rear. "Only by a bit!" She boasted with a swish of her tail. Some of the sweet fruits were sitting at the base of the tree. Storm ducked her head down and took a bite out of one. "Very good this season!" She said and lightly kicked one toward Rain. As she began to duck her head, another pounding of hoofbeats sounded. She glanced behind Rain, and saw Cougar and Pitter. Cougar was a energetic buckskin stallion, and Pitter, whose full name is Pitter-Patter, is a black and white paint stallion with a big heart.
"What are you mares doing here?" Cougar asked playfully.
"Save some for me!" Pitter snorted as he pushed his way past Cougar. He took a bite out of the apple laying at Rain's hooves. "Hey!" She whinnied loudly and nipped at his face. Pitter shied back and apologized. "Sorry, Rain. I didn't realize it was yours." It was believable, he always told the truth. A person called a and rattled a grain can at the front entrance of the paddock.
Storm spoke now, "There's our call." At an instant, all four horses bolted to the gate.