Sure, are you going to make a RP Thread? And your first post, you haven't added my Caricatures yet. I don't really care I just thought I would tell you.
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Occ: That makes sense. You can start.
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Countess looked up, her eyes shone with passion and kindness. She cantered over with long strides and tossed her short, cut mane as she did so. "Hello." She snorted.
Lacy watched her filly from the fence. She wore dark brown pointed toed cowgirl boots and a straw cowboy hat. She lowered her hat so it was angled just above her eyes to block the sun.
War Runner stood in his stall bobbing his head wildly to pull some hay out of it's net. He was shinny clean being that Chris had just groomed him. Chris was his jockey and Chris's father was his owner and he took care of all of the financial stuff.
"Hey Blacky Boy." Chris said, taking out a long carrot that was sticking out of his back pocket and holding it out for War Runner to eat.
Sammy walked up behind Chris leading her 2 horses. Both breeding stalk. One broodmare and one stud. "Hey Chris, wanna help me groom my horses?" She asked, she couldn't help think he was a bit cute but she would never date him.
Apple nickered to War Runner who replied with a whinny.
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Username~ •^{ Mustang Girl}^•
Name~ Countess Ridge (Countess)
Age~ 3 years
Gender~ Mare
Description~
Crush/Mate~ Will Develop
In or out of herd~ Out
Other~ Older full sister to Sky Ridge
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Username~ •^{ Mustang Girl}^•
Name~ Sky Ridge
Age~ 2 years
Gender~ Mare
Description~
Crush/Mate~ Will Develop
In or out of herd~ Out
Other~ Younger full sister to Countess Ridge. I know the photo's aren't of the same horse but there the best ones I could find.
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Account Name: •^{ Mustang Girl}^•
Charrie Name: Lacy Grey (Lacy)
Gender: Female
Age: 1 year, 8 months
Preferred Rank: Omega
Personality: Quiet and easily content. She likes to be on her own unless its with a good friend or a mate.
History: She doesn't have much of a history. Her father is unknown and her mother left to be with him once her pup was old enough to be on there own.
Crush: Will develop
Would like to be mates with: Depends on who my crush will become.
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Occ: Recap please
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Occ: Thanks. I just wanted to know because I have just started to RP and nothing was really making sense.
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Countess and Sky galloped around franticly trying to find shelter. They matched stride for stride as they ran. They could see lights in the distance, both curious they galloped onward, watching as they light grew nearer and nearer ad they got closer. -
Storm waited for an answer. His gaze shifted from the mountains, then back to Diablo.
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Occ: Could Sky and Countess be taken as well?
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Aero watched him is disbelief. "I don't get you. This storm is going to kill us both!" She whinnied loudly but it sounded like a whisper with all the rain and thunder.
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Occ: I think we live in the same time zone.
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Diablo looked a him and held his head up high " I don't want your mares!" He said with a sharp tone. He looked back of storm and saw a beautiful mare staring back at him. His eyes widen and he smiled, he the. Turned back to storm and snorted " wha is your propastion?" His tone sharp but clam.Dust was scared and bolted off. Her head turned to look at storm and diablo, she galloped and she did not see foxleap and she bumped in to her , falling back on her hind quarters. She snorted " oh sory."
Storm trotted up behind Diablo "Diablo I ask you now to join my herd and become my Beta Stallion!" Storm whinnied "I will not touch your filly and at any time you want to leave you may. But a stallion like you would be great for the herd. Better protection, and stronger bloodlines. Please Diablo I regret kicking you out of the herd but that was long ago and Ice was the one who got me to do it... Diablo, the men are coming already, I have seen them with my own eyes. If you don't accept my proposition you and your filly will be taken or killed with oncoming storms. I am taking my herd to the mountain grazing field. Yu should remember where that is, if you want to join, meet us there before sun high." Storm nickered the quickly circled his herd and bolted off with them following.
Countess stayed behind, she starred at Diablo right in the eye.
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Sky and Countess stood only a few yards away from the barn. They heard the panicked whinnies of horses inside.
"Countess... We should go!" Sky snorted, she was frightened and was ready to leave at any moment.
Countess walked closer, ignoring her sister.A man looked over his shoulder and saw the 2 mares "We got two mares standing here! What do yoi want me to do?" He hollered.
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Hi, Welcome to Heartland! Let me show you around...
This is the...
Barn~ [img width=510 height=340]http://i764.photobucket.com/al…0of%20Heartland/Barn3.jpg[/img]
Tack Room~ [img width=510 height=340]http://spirittxarabians.com/ho…ent_Tack_Room_-_6_x_4.jpg[/img]
Round Pen~ [img width=510 height=382]http://www.horsehavenfarm.com/…acility/trainingPadox.jpg[/img]
Cabins for Boarders, Stable Hands, are personal Vet and Blacksmith... You get the idea~ [img width=510 height=382]http://www.cbc.ca/heartland/co…images/summer/aug29e.jpeg[/img]
Jumping Arena (Out)~ [img width=510 height=307]http://whitecrosshorseacademy.…r-jumper-outdoor-1-lg.jpg[/img]
Jumping Arena (In)~

Arena (In)~

House~ [img width=510 height=303]http://www..com/healinghorseshealinghearts2/Heartland%20House%202.jpg[/img]
My Grampa takes care of the Cattle with my father. I take care of the horses with the help of the stable hands. I am the only one who works with injured, abused, aggressive, and problem horses. My name is Amy Fleming.
Role Play Thread~ http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1324966.new#new
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Form
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Account Name:
Human Name:
Nick Name:
Age:
Gender:
Description:
Personality:
History:
Job:
Horse(s):
Other Pet(s):
Other:{Photo}
Show Name:
Barn Name:
Age:
Gender:
Breed:
Used for breeding:
Description:
Personality:
Problem Horse?:
What's wrong with Her/him (if there is a problem):
Health:
History:
Owner:
Other:~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Account Name: •^{ Mustang Girl}^•
Human Name: Amy Fleming
Nick Name: Amy
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Description: Tall blond, light blue eyes. 5 foot six.
Personality: Kind and warm hearted but short tempered
History: My mother died saving my horse a few years ago. I still have that horse, his name is Spartan. I have another horse named Blue Wings, named after Pegasus.
Job: Horse Manager
Horse(s): Spartan, Blue Wings
Other Pet(s): Rmmi. 4year old long haired all black Shepard.
Other: No crushes. Dating Ty Borden.[img width=382 height=510]http://media.tumblr.com/9ab72e…ine_mh0azmqylw1qf4xvv.jpg[/img]
Show Name: Spartan
Barn Name: Spartan
Age: 7 years
Gender: Gelding
Breed: Quarter Horse
Used for breeding: No
Description: Pure black 16hh QH.
Personality: Quiet and Bold. Not normally nippy
Problem Horse?: Was a problem horse
What's wrong with Her/him (if there is a problem): He was scared of people and trailers.
Health: Good. His leg has completely recovered and he is back to jumping
History: He was abused by a bad man, Amy and her mother rescued him but on the way home the trailer flipped and they all crashed. Amy's mother died then Amy fixed him and cured him of his fear of Trailers.
Owner: Amy Fleming
Other: Nope[img width=340 height=510]http://th05.deviantart.net/fs7…sestockphotos-d54diw8.jpg[/img]
Show Name: Blue Wings
Barn Name: Blue
Age: 3 years
Gender: Mare
Breed: Warmblood
Used for breeding: Yes
Description: Darker dapple gray mare. 16'1 hh.
Personality: Loud and likes to be with other horses. Can me nippy
Problem Horse?: Yes
What's wrong with Her/him (if there is a problem): Scared of strange people and storms
[b]Health: Good
History: Was abused badly and is having a hard time to recover.
Owner: Amy Fleming
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Countess watched them walk away before she galloped after the herd, catching up to them quickly.
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Occ: I do want Ty, Jack, and Lou at least but I can always make Jack and Lou. You don't have to make him, you can make who ever you want. I am more doing the characters and I have watched the TV show, I haven't read the books. It's more a create-your-own-heartland. (this thread)
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Occ: He is in the lead right now.
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Ty has a bay gelding named Harley. You don't have to make him. as long as you have at least one horse and one human.
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Occ: Yeah but I haven't gotten any PMs back from you. Maybe my laptop is just messed up...
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Must sign up first ~http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1324582.new#new
Amy Fleming stood in the barn grooming her large dapple mare. "Ready to go for a trail ride?" she crooned her mare, putting down the brushes and walked over into the tack room where she set down the black tack box and grabbed a black English jumping saddle, white saddle pad, and black bridle "We gonna try 4 feet today?"
Blue Wings stood quietly as Amy groomed her. She wasn't the most beautiful horse at heartland but she was a very good jumper and had long strides to cover ground quickly.
Spartan galloped around a large pasture behind the barn.
