Star took in the years that had passed, three years. Three years since the great battle of Nightwing and the torcher River herd had to go through. He was up early, because something felt strange. He quickly knew what, where was Stormtail's herd? What were they up to?

"What are you thinking about?"

Star didn't need to look back to know that it was his best friend, Morningleaf. The flaxen chestnut mare blinked the sleep out of her eyes.

"I don't know, ever wonder what had happened to Stormtail's herd?"

Morningleaf opened her mouth to answer, but Brackentail barged in

"I have." He said, looking impatient. He squeezed between them. Star greeted him with a soft nicker, Brackentail didn't respond. The colt was different no a days, ever since they had reached the age of four, they were five now, and the brown stallion was still like this.

"They are living in Snow herd, I dont know what they are doing though."

Suddenly, a Desert herd stallion burst into view and trumpeted for the herd, something Star, Morningleaf, and Brackentail looked at eachother at raced to River herd's main grounds on hoof as fast as they could. Predators? Lack of grazing lands? Or...

(wth happened to the wings? This always happen when I use sketch pad >_> Anyone know a drawing website on computer?)