A/N: Okay 3 reviews didn't really meet my expectations BUT…I'll go ahead and let you off easy this time. Plus, I'm dying to put this chappie up, so here ya go! Please continue to review, to the few of you who do.

SpitFire walked off with his head hung low. Had he really just witnessed such betrayal? Unfortunately he had. He was passing over a rise when he heard pounding hooves behind him. He turned his heavy head too gaze. Silk was galloping towards him, far behind her the herd was following with Sun Rise on their tails. Her sight made SpitFire's heart ache, he wished she would disappear and leave him in his misery of rejection so cruelly given to him.

Silk skidded to a stop beside the weary SpitFire.

"Spit! What's wrong with you?" "Me? Me? You're the one who just ran off with Sun Rise and the herd!" SpitFire retorted angrily. "You know him? Wow…what do you mean by 'ran off'?" "I saw." SpitFire declared. Silk looked taken aback. "You mean when he…you know? SpitFire…I didn't willingly do that! He forced me!" SpitFire felt so stupid. Of course! But how had his best friend become so cold hearted? He turned just in time to see Sun Rise stop behind him with the six mares, who skidded off to the side nervously. SpitFire turned angrily.

"SpitFire? Is that you?" Sun Rise neighed. "You bet its me. And you just stole my herd!" Sun Rise backed off a few steps. "I…didn't know SpitFire…If I had known they were yours I wouldn't have done it." Sun Rise looked at Silk disappointedly. SpitFire felt enraged. He reared up and slammed his hooves down into the ground. Sun Rise got the message. Without a fight, he kicked up his heals and left. SpitFire starred off at him and gazed at the herd. He sighed and continued onwards toward the pool.

They arrived and the first thing SpitFire thought about doing was sleeping. He lie down in the sweet grass in a dipped place in the ground. No sooner than he had closed his beautiful eyes had Silk swiftly lay down beside him. SpitFire shifted uneasily. Silk turned her head over and looked at him. "Don't you believe me? I would never cheat on you." SpitFire took a breath and realized how stupid he had been. "I know. I'm sorry." He leaned over and nuzzled Silk affectionately. The two were finally able to sleep in peace.

The next morning SpitFire woke up and asked the six mares for their names. Their names were Bolt, a grey mare, Petal, a light chestnut mare, Storm, a very light, but not white, mare, Twilight, a bay mare, Midnight, a black and white mare with blue eyes, and Power, a light gold mare. Power, Bolt, and Twilight were the mares that were in foal. Petal, Storm and Midnight were not, and they kept flirting with SpitFire. Silk was slightly jealous but she knew that she had to trust SpitFire.

The summer passed, along with winter. Soon the four mares who were in foal, Silk, Power, Bolt, and Twilight, were undeniably close to foaling. Silk staggered around with SpitFire walking closely behind her.

The day she went into foal SpitFire was so happy. Twilight had just returned from her foaling with a spotted filly. The other two mares, Power and Bolt, had already foaled and both had had fillies. SpitFire had decided not to name the fillies; he would let Blue Raven do that when he came by.

He nuzzled the newborn filly while Twilight stood close by proudly. Suddenly an ear-splitting neigh sounded and SpitFire tossed his head upwards. Silk had fallen down close to the top of his Watching Rise. He galloped towards her, leaving the newborn foal hurriedly. He got to Silk's side and eagerly neighed, asking her what was wrong. "SpitFire, I'm in foal!" she neighed back, half happy, half scared. SpitFire was totally freaking out. Midnight rushed over and settled him down. Then she began helping Silk foal. In a matter of minutes there was a perfectly white little bundle of energy laying in the grass beside Silk. Midnight contentedly walked back to the pool to let the family be together.

SpitFire gazed at the white filly in the grass. Silk stood up and automatically the white filly tried to stand up as well. After a few tries, the filly succeeded and began to nurse. Silk looked into SpitFire's eyes. "Our foal." She smiled happily. SpitFire nuzzled her. He shrugged the thought away that the filly's father might be Sun Rise. "What shall we name her?" he asked instead. Silk though for a moment. "Um…how about…Sky?" SpitFire liked the sound of it. He nodded his head and watched happily as Sky and Silk both walked down to the pool and lied to sleep. SpitFire happily joined them and almost…forgot about Sun Rise.

Sorry for the shortness…