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Maple glanced at Azealia, "Yes, I can walk on bruises, what are you going to do? Make me stand in some more freezing water?" Maple demanded. Then she looked at Mercy,"Get out of there, you'll get sick if you stay there any longer!" She shot a look at Azealia and walked off to check on the herd. She was kinda grateful for Azealia even though she didn't let on about it.
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Mercy stepped out and watched her leader stalk off. She glanced at Azealia, "I'll show you how she is." Mercy went to a spot where Maple couldn't see her and started doing a weird dance. "I swear, this is how she is, Ohhh, I'm the queen here, you can't boss me around!" "That's how she is." Mercy threw her head,"She can be mean too." She looked at Azealia to see if it made her laugh.
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Maple glanced over to make sure Mercy had gotten out of the water and Now Mercy was doing a strange looking dance.
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Kessa trotted around the field. Her long, wavy, black mane blew behind her. The gentle breeze felt good against the steaming sun. She glanced at the herd. After years of searching, she still hadn't found a mate.
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Maple took a stroll along the creek.
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Kessa stopped to graze for a little before glancing up at the herd again. She'd barely even met any of the other horses. Not even the lead stallion.
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*May I join? I put Blossom's description in the sign-ups* Blossom snorted as she grazed, bringing her head up with a chunk of grass she sighed. Swishing her tail Blossom walked over to the creek to see Maple, she whinnied a greeting to the mare. "Good Morning Male, how are you?". Blossom stopped walking and looked at the mare, cocking her head slightly.
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Maple's ears went up, finally someone who cared about how she felt,"Good Morning, I'm good, you?" Maple asked.
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Mint [Herd Stallion] Walked along looking at his mares. He saw many new faces and he was very happy about that.
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Blossom neighed, "I'm doing fine, thank you!". She turned around to see Mint, the lead stallion of the herd. She trotted up to him, her mane blowing gently in the breeze. Walking beside him she said, "Pretty nice day today, not like all of the rain we have been having...".
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