I wrote this about a year ago, I made some edits before posting it. There are three Herds: NightHerd, SwiftHerd, and BlazeHerd. This first story will tell about a certain point in the Herd's history from the POV of the NightHerd apprentices Shadyhoof and Rainyheart. The other stories will tell from the POV of SwiftHerd and BlazeHerd apprentices. WishHerd is like StarClan or the Tribe of Endless Hunting to the Herds. Enjoy the story and review.

Prologue

WishHerd listened in silence to the ceremony taking place in NightHerd's forest. Melancholy nickers echoed in the endless grassland where the silent horses stood. A filly of WishHerd bowed her head and whispered to the Herd below, to one trembling colt in the crowd.

"It's not your fault."

Chapter 1:

Shadyhoof was taking a walk in the far part of the forest, a place that only he knew. Well, Rainyheart had known. And so did Mousehoof . He remembered taking her as a foal to his favorite place by the violets where the sun shone through the aspen leaves. This part of the forest was alive and green, full of birdsong and color! Once she had stumbled down while they trotted up a rocky hill. He had leapt down to follow her. She had fallen into a dip that led to a cave.The uneven shade of the ferns surrounding her dappled her pale brown coat. 'Look Shadyhoof! Isn't it beautiful?' It was, with poppies bordering the place where the bright sunshine gave way to the shady cavern and deep green moss coating the ground and walls and small, pointy rocks emerging from the top. He was glad to have discovered that with her, when she fell once… When she fell once…No…twice…

Shadyhoof remembered why she wasn't with him. He searched for the hill with the cave. When he entered the mossy cave, the moss was shriveling, as if it too were lonely…

"Mousehoof!" he whinnied pitifully "Do you still play here? Do you hear my voice? I'm sorry, I was careless!" Nothing moved, there was no acknowledging whisper carried on the wind, no reassurance that he was forgiven. He collapsed onto the moss and lay there, wishing to join his friend who now grazed with WishHerd.