A/N: Another chappie, and about time too!

SpitFire looked up at the sky. It was getting close to time to breed with the mares. All the fillies and colts had formed their own little herds inside of his own herd. He remembered back to when he himself had to be kicked out of his herd; he was going to try a different method for getting rid of the colts and fillies. Maybe a nicer one. He shook his mane and walked down to the herd. Power neighed and reared up. SpitFire wondered what was wrong with her. "Power, are you alright?" he neighed. Power had her head hung low. "I just don't want to see my colt chased off." SpitFire smiled, he could help her with this. "Don't worry Power. I have decided to kick the yearlings out a different, less mean way." Power smiled and walked back towards Bolt, Storm, Midnight, and Twilight again. Ice then bounded over to SpitFire's side. "Hiya!" she neighed cheerfully. "What's got you so happy?" SpitFire asked happily. Things were finally becoming more normal. He actually felt good these days.

"Well, the breeding season is coming up…and I've never had a foal before. So it will be fun for me to have a foal to look after."

This made SpitFire's spirits drop a little. He had forgotten he would be breeding with Ice. Something about it just made him feel wrong. "Ya." He replied. Ice was oblivious to his lack of enthusiasm and trotted off. SpitFire shook the thoughts of guilt from his mind and turned towards the yearlings. He walked over to them. One of his fillies looked at him with bright eyes. "Hiya SpitFire!" SpitFire nodded and began talking to all of the yearlings. "Everyone, I know normally I would chase you out of the herd." A few uncomfortable neighs sounded. "But," SpitFire continued, "I think it would be easier to just let you all leave on your own." All of the yearlings neighed with happiness and began walking away. SpitFire smiled. Why couldn't all the herds just be like this?

Sky was tall and almost fully grown now. Silk watched her proudly, but dreaded the oncoming breeding season. Mist was very nice and all, but nothing at all felt right about having to carry one of his foals. She knew Mist would obviously want her to have his foal though. Maybe if she just went through with it, it would be alright in the end. She sighed. Mist was approaching Sky. She was too young to have a foal, so she knew he was ready to kick her out. She closed her eyes as Sky squealed nervously. She was yelling, 'mommy!' Oh, how would she make it on her own? Silk endured the motherly instinct to help her. Some nice stallion would find her and take care of her, just like how Mist took them in. Silk opened her eyes to see Sky galloping off in the distance. Mist was walking toward her, his eyes heavy. At least he felt bad about chasing her away. Mist stopped beside her. "I'm sorry Silk…but she is too young to have foals, so it would only be a burden to the herd." Silk nodded her head. "I…I know. It's just hard because she is my first foal." Mist smiled. "Our foal should cheer you up Silk. Maybe…if you wanted, we could get started now." Silk felt her stomach tighten. Should she? She decided. "Um…okay." Mist nudged her side and they started walking off towards the wooded area.

SpitFire felt his stomach clench up. Something he didn't like was going on. He tried to fight the feeling, but it hurt him. Then he figured out what it was. He missed Silk, and she missed him in return. They needed eachother. He had to get her back. Ice walked up to him. "Are, are you okay SpitFire?" "No. I'm not okay. But I have to go get Silk." Ice smiled. "I knew you'd realize that!" SpitFire nuzzled her cheekbone and galloped off. Despite the length of time Silk had departed, he could still find her scent easily. He galloped on and on, hoping he wasn't too late. He hoped she would come home with him. He kept galloping, faster and faster his legs flew. Then, a clearing came into view. A pure white mare was grazing. Silk's and a stallion's scent were clear, and Silk was in heat.

Silk sighed and stopped in the woods. Mist was right behind her. He gave her a look. "You're sure you're alright with this?" Silk was about to nod when a familiar scent entered her nostrils. Her ears pricked. She must be dreaming. SpitFire was happy without her. But she turned around and there he was, galloping towards her and Mist. Mist turned around and reared up in a challenge. Silk neighed, "Wait Mist, its SpitFire…" Mist lowered and glanced at Silk. SpitFire skidded in front of him. His eyes locked with Silk's. Mist understood instantly. He kicked up his heels and cantered over to Shine. "SpitFire, what are you doing here?" Silk finally managed. SpitFire looked out of breath. "I…I came because, I love you Silk. I miss you, and I wish I hadn't have let Ice distract me from you. I need you…" Silk thought she was dreaming. Could this be real? Was her best friend and mate asking her to come home with him? "I missed you too." She neighed. The two walked towards eachother and touched noses. They nuzzled eachother tenderly. "Let's go home." SpitFire said. Silk smiled and the two galloped home.