*Introducing my Equisona!*

"Often, those who are different, are special and never fade from the memory of the lives they touch."

Name: Whitewater

Pronounced: White-wa-ter

Meaning: A shallow, fast stretch of foamy white water in a river.

Reason: The white splashes along her belly and legs.

Age: 1 1/2

Height: 13.3, will reach 15.1

Gender: Mare

Breed: ??? X ??? (Mixed breed)

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Relations

Dam: Unknown

Adoptive Dam: Fernando (C) Me

Sire: Unknown

Adoptive Sire: Looking-Glass (C) Dkrvice

SIblings: None

Crush: None

Crushers: None, open

Mate: Too young

Foals: Too young

Friends: Tucana (C)Dkrvice *BEST*

Open

Herd: The Thasarian Herd (C) Dkrvice

Rank: Yearling

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Personality and Traits, and Appearance

Personality: Whitewater can be rather shy when meeting new horses, but once you get to know her, she’s very fun and random to be around. She does have a foul temper, however, but that’s only when she’s provoked. She’s very good at ignoring insults, and therefore rarely loses her temper. If you insult one of her friends, however, it’s a very different story, and you’ll find it impossible to ever get on her good side.

Likes: Sunshine, Playing in water, listening and telling stories

Dislikes: When someone disrespects her friends, days that are too cold

Fears: Fire, her friends getting harmed

Appearance: Long-legged and slim. Light sooty buckskin with white splashes, with lighter bucksin along the bottom of her neck. Bright blue eyes, and a few blue beads, zig-zagged with green, as well as a feather, braided into her spunky, wavey mane.

Voice: Colbie Caillat

Songs

Bubbly – Colbie Caillat

Smile- Uncle Kraker

Mean – Taylor Swift, Glee Cover

Give Me Love – Ed Sheeran (Later in her life)

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History

Born into the Lakota Village, Whitewater was a frisky foal who was admired by the Indians for her unique coat. They loved her fiery personality, and once she reached a week old, some beads and a feather were braided into her spiky mane to show that no matter where she was, she would always have something to remind her of her birth home.

Whitewater lived a happy, healthy life in the village for the first few months of her life, playing and frolicking with the other foals. One of her closest friends was a pretty paint three year old named Rain. Even though Rain was a lot older than her, the two bonded immediately. They were always the adventurous ones, but as Rain got older, she started to stray away from Whitewater. At first White couldn’t understand why Rain didn’t want to hang out anymore, but she soon realised. Rain was beginning to become interested in the young stallions of the village, and being best friends with a filly was clearly making her ‘uncool.’ Every time White tried to suggest an adventure to Rain, she’d just shrug her off with a side long glance at the stallions.

Annoyed and feeling betrayed by her friend, Whitewater settled into a quiet, shy demeanour. Whenever she heard a whisper of gossip about her, she’d turn and give them an icy stare, her blue eyes flashing warningly. All the colts and fillies that used to be her friend stopped talking to her, fed lies by the gossipy yearlings.

One day, she couldn’t take it anymore. She didn’t want any more of the guarded stares, the rumours that were muttered behind her back. Even the Indians seemed to have noticed something wrong with her. Whitewater fled from the village, into the wild. She was a strong filly, but even then she was only a few months old and she was completely alone. She ran and ran, until at last she had to stop. She ate all she could, but it wasn’t enough as the season changed into a bitter winter.

The filly began to become thin, her ribs showing through her thick, winter coat, by this time she was 10 months. She staggered on through the endless snow, just barely living until the first day of spring. She made it a far as a herd’s territory, then collapsed and let out a weak cry, praying that someone would hear her.

Just when she was about to give up, there was a low rustle and a silvery gray mare with a curly mane emerged from the trees. She gasped when she saw the sight of White. “What is your name, little one?” The mare asked softly. White blinked for a moment, then said, “Whitewater.”

There was another rustle, and White pricked her ears to see a colt appear, holding something in his mouth. She knew he wasn’t from the same herd as the mare, but she didn’t really care at that moment. The scent of the bag’s contents wafted down to her, making her mouth water at the prospect of a proper meal for the first time in months.

The colt dropped the bag in front of her, and she began to eat hungrily. She recognized the grain as something her mother had told her. Oats. That’s what they were called. When she looked up again, the colt was moving away through the trees. “Wait,” She called feebly. “What’s your name?” But it was too late. The colt was gone.

The mare, who White found out to be Fernando, took her back to her herd. The lead stallion, Looking-Glass, adopted her with open arms and she soon settled into the herd well, befriending one of the herd fillies, Tucana. Tucana and Whitewater have a great friendship, and she hopes that her new friend never leaves her the way Rain did.

(If you read all that, have a cookie. More to come, and that’s just her foal life! xD)

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Credits

Drawing and Design (C) Me

BG (C) Dreamworks

Relation to Spirit: Lived previously in the Lakota Village and was Rain’s childhood best friend.

NOTE: The unshaded version of her image will be upload to my gallery for reference.