Disclaimer:I don't own any characters blah blah blah except Cat, Wiz and Faze, and now Nirvana, Jenna, Marie and Tragic. Oh yeah, and Bud.
Chapter 2
The Lost Fate
Caytlin struggled to get her chores done the next morning. It was Sunday, and today was her day to vacuum, dust, and do laundry. When she was done, she changed and ran the half-mile to Townsend Acres. She slid into the driveway, panting, as Wiz galloped up to the Kentucky white fence. Caytlin laughed and climbed over it. The horse trotted with her the long way up to the huge stable. Caytlin left his field and ran for a head collar, nearly bumping into Brad Townsend himself.
"Whoa, easy there Cat," he smiled," you don't want to worry the horses!" Caytlin smiled and walked to the tack room to retrieve the red head collar.
They were on the track again, but today Caytlin didn't care to beat Sam. They cantered easily around the ring once, then brought up the pace to a breath taking gallop, manes, tails, and ponytails streaming. Soon they were joined by Ashleigh, who had tacked up Wonder for some exercise, and a 16 year old jockey-in-training, Jenna, who rode a startlingly tall chestnut, Nirvana Prince. His hoofs swept the dust, and they were neck-in-neck with Cat and Wiz when another 16 year old, Marie, overtook them, talking to her horse, Tragic Fate, a rather small, leggy blackish brown beast of awful manners who distrusted everyone, it seemed, but Marie. They were one. Not rider and horse, but rather The Mighty Horse Person. It seemed like they flew around the course with the other girl-horses. No sooner had the race started than it stopped. Tragic Fate, better known as Fate, had reared at Nirvana, sending Marie sprawling on the up-turned dust. The other riders drew to a stop, and Jenna and Ashleigh raced over to see if Marie was okay. Fate had jumped the low fence enclosing the ring, and was most likely galloping through the forest now. Sam and Cat heard a whistle, and they turned to see Brad galloping towards the forest on his burly pinto Bud. He was riding western, and a head collar was coiled on the stubby horn of the saddle.
Chapter 2
The Lost Fate
Caytlin struggled to get her chores done the next morning. It was Sunday, and today was her day to vacuum, dust, and do laundry. When she was done, she changed and ran the half-mile to Townsend Acres. She slid into the driveway, panting, as Wiz galloped up to the Kentucky white fence. Caytlin laughed and climbed over it. The horse trotted with her the long way up to the huge stable. Caytlin left his field and ran for a head collar, nearly bumping into Brad Townsend himself.
"Whoa, easy there Cat," he smiled," you don't want to worry the horses!" Caytlin smiled and walked to the tack room to retrieve the red head collar.
They were on the track again, but today Caytlin didn't care to beat Sam. They cantered easily around the ring once, then brought up the pace to a breath taking gallop, manes, tails, and ponytails streaming. Soon they were joined by Ashleigh, who had tacked up Wonder for some exercise, and a 16 year old jockey-in-training, Jenna, who rode a startlingly tall chestnut, Nirvana Prince. His hoofs swept the dust, and they were neck-in-neck with Cat and Wiz when another 16 year old, Marie, overtook them, talking to her horse, Tragic Fate, a rather small, leggy blackish brown beast of awful manners who distrusted everyone, it seemed, but Marie. They were one. Not rider and horse, but rather The Mighty Horse Person. It seemed like they flew around the course with the other girl-horses. No sooner had the race started than it stopped. Tragic Fate, better known as Fate, had reared at Nirvana, sending Marie sprawling on the up-turned dust. The other riders drew to a stop, and Jenna and Ashleigh raced over to see if Marie was okay. Fate had jumped the low fence enclosing the ring, and was most likely galloping through the forest now. Sam and Cat heard a whistle, and they turned to see Brad galloping towards the forest on his burly pinto Bud. He was riding western, and a head collar was coiled on the stubby horn of the saddle.