Show Name: All That Jazz

Nicknames: Jazzy, Jazz, Jasmine

Age: 10 years old

Breed: Missouri Fox Trotter

Gender: Mare

Height: 15.2 hh

Colour

Pelt: Minimal tobiano seal bay

Eyes: brown

Markings: interrupted stripe, star and snip, four extended stockings

Mane/tail: black and white

Relatives

Sire: New Orleans Jazz

Dam: All That and More

Siblings: None

Relation to Spirit: She was owned for a while by the father of one of the cowboys who caught Spirit

Family & Friends

Stallion: Hotspur © Feathervenom

Foals: None yet

Herd: Spring Valley Herd

Friends: Cottontail, Cinnamon, Euphorie, Lilith, Pistol Annie, Open

Enemies: None yet

Personality:

Her original owner used to always say: “If I didn’t know better, I’d swear Jazzy was a cat”. She’s regal, elegant and very composed. She has a somewhat lazy side, preferring to snooze in the sun rather than go out and work, and she’s very meticulous when it comes to keeping her striking coat clean. What’s more, if you cross her she can get very moody and temperamental. But she’s also very friendly and affectionate, and she has a real soft spot for anything small and furry, especially foals.

Likes:

Keeping her coat clean, cat napping, foals, small animals, a warm stable, summer, sun bathing

Dislikes:

Loud noises, barking dogs, too much work, being forced to do anything, being teased because she paces instead of trots

History:

Jazzy, as she’s normally called, was born on a plantation in Missouri. Her parents were both purebred Missouri Fox Trotters, and she inherited their trademark trotting walk, for which the breed is famous. She was weaned, broken in and sold to a ranch in Utah by the time she was 4 years old. The rancher had developed a bad back, and wanted a horse with a smooth flowing gate to ride. But the other horses, cowponies, mocked her for her pacing walk, and made her miserable on the ranch. The only time she was ever happy was when she was out with her master.

Eventually the rancher’s back got so bad he had to give up work all together, and he passed the ranch on to his son. The younger man didn’t want a pacing horse, and sold Jazzy on to hunter. The work suited Jazzy well, as she only had to carry her master out to the fields, where he’d dismount, tether her up and go off shooting rabbits. But the loud noises of the guns upset her terribly, and one day she spooked so badly that she broke her tether line and bolted off onto the open prairie. By the time her fear had eased and she’d slowed to her pacing walk, she was far from home and very lost.

For a while Jazzy wandered alone, until one day she met Hotspur. He too had been a tame horse, and she connected with him, and was relieved to find he didn’t bully her for her pacing walk. She happily joined his herd, pleased to be with other horses again and eager for the safety and protection she missed from her human masters.

Trivia: Named after and partially inspired by a calico cat I once knew

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