(I'm going to make part 28 right now)

Mistcloud:

Mistcloud dipped her head to the over stallion, "I'm Mistcloud." she said, "I'm one of the council members of this herd. You are welcome in our territory for now, but we would like to discuss this further before any permeate descions are made."

(Mistcloud took Glaicer Herds whole army, minus the two dozen or so steeds needed for the yearling's training, so there are a lost more then 50 pegasi. Also the are no where near the rest of the herd because they are in the southern half of the territory)

Magicpetal:

She ripped her eyes from Red herd, and looked back to Horizongold. At his orders, she placed her stick in front of him and scampered into the dark woods.

Horizongold disnissed the matter of Red Herd with a flick of his ears. “Place the circle here and get in your places,” he said impatiently.

(Dragon??)

( There were about......? )

Moonstream looked up from the game She was teaching Pearlsong called sticks and pine cones. A few steeds were looking at her, but every other steed was looking at the sky. She turned her head upward as well There were about 50 steeds hovering above the Glacier Herd grazing field, and the Council along with most of the Glacier Herd army had gone to meet them. She recognized the over-sltallion of Red Herd, Hollywing leading the smaller group. She watched him intently.

Brightwing understood Hollywing and Robincloud’s decision well. In fact, he scolded himself for not thinking of doing the same for his Herd. He listened carefully to see how Mistcloud would react to this unique alliance.

Hollywing:

The old stallion dipped his head in respect and the other 18 pegasi dipped their heads in return. "I am Hollywing from Red Herd, here to report my answer for which herd I will join in the war," he said in a low tune loud enough so they could hear. He lifted his head and nodded to Robincloud, who stepped forward. "We would like to join Glacier Herd if there is a battle. If not, then we will go back home and continue our life," she answered in a kind, motherly voice. She was a mother, after all. Sparkcream, Robincloud's grand-filly, craned her neck to look at the glacier herd steeds. She still couldn't believe that if there was a war, she would be living in a cold, frosty land. She preferred Red Herd where it was very warm and constantly sunny, but she trusted her grand sire and grand dam. Goldenswirl, Sparkcream's best friend, craned her neck to see also.

Breezebell quickly set her stick into the neat circle. When she had set down, then she looked at Horizongold, waiting for him to say they could find their hiding spots.

Embermoon had gone with the council and many other steeds, including Coablaze and Elmshade. She wasn't sure if Mintcreek had come because the buckskin battle mare hadn't seen her friend for the day.

( I'm right here. Just got back from school ;-; )

(Where is Nightmist)

Meadowstorm, who had been assigned into Silverflame’s group, also eyed the new herd warily, but tried to stay focused on the medicine mares’ lesson. She also narrowed her eyes at a filly, maybe 20 moons old (one year and eight months), whom she didn’t recognize. She looked believably like a Cave Herd steed, blue roan coat and bright reddish-purple wings. However, Meadowstorm was unsettled by the fact that she didn’t know this steed, since she knew almost everyone in Cave Herd, and now most of the young steeds in Glacier Herd. The young grullo decided not to act on her suspicions at the moment, because she wanted to start off on a good wing with her army leaders and she suspected deserting to investigate a seemingly harmless steed would not please them.

Mistcloud:

Mistcloud twisted her ears towards Bronzewing to acknowledge him, but stayed facing the strange herd, waiting for someone to answer her question.

Silverflame:

Silverflame was concerned when he heard his mother order the army to form ranks, but was glad when the yearlings were told to say put. Whiteshadow and Tumbleroot had exchanged nervous looks, but they stayed silent.

Bronzewing walked forward together with his mate and the other council steeds. He narrowed his eyes and started to pin his ears, but stopped suddenly and pricked them. “That’s Hollywing, so these steeds must be from Red Herd. They are one of the friendliest split-offs of Desert Herd, so I highly doubt they’re here to fight. That said, I don’t know whether or not to trust them.” He pitched his voice so that the Glacier Herd council could hear him, but not so loud that Hollywing could.

Horizongold watched Magicpetal as she struggled not to fidget, then followed her gaze and realized why the red roan was doing so. Horizongold came to the same realization that Bronzewing had, and realized that the approaching steeds wouldn’t be dangerous. “Okay!” he said suddenly, drawing everyone’s attention. “The circle will be right here,” he continued, motioning his wing to trace a circle on the ground in the clearing. “Now!”

(A bay liver chestnut isn't a thing, I think you mean either dark bay or brown)

(Wispi, Mistcloud is bringing like every steed in Glaicer Herd, except of course the few hundred or so that are staying behind. That's a lot more the 50 pegasi, that's more like serval thousand. Also, Mistcloud has all intentions to attack if the 'mystery' herd turns out to be aggressive)

(So, wispi, I am excited to hear what you come up with for Brightsummer's 4th foal! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAA)

Magicpetal:

"I knew it!" she thought as she watched foreign steeds surge out of the trees. She counted a total of 50 steeds and knew that Mistcloud wouldn't attack. Her eyes crossed over the council steeds who were all standing guard with the army behind them.

Snowfrost:

Snowfrost and his patrol flew like mad back to the Glaicer Herd, reaching it well before the other herd reached the border. As soon as they landed, the gray stallion hurried off to report to Mistcloud, and left the other patrol members on standby. Snowfrost delivered his news, and almost as soon as he had finished, Mistcloud gave the order for all the avaible steeds to form ranks. And the army set off towards the southern border, leaving the pregnant mares, foals, walkers, yearlings, and army instructors under the protection of a small battalion of battle mares.

By the time the large army reached the border, the unidentified herd had crossed over, and were now proceeding on hoof. Mistcloud gave the command stand fast, and approached the intruding herd with a small group of steeds.

Jaggedwing:

Slightly confused by the buckskin mares request, he nodded, "Witch filly are you referring to?" he asked, but before the mare could answer, Jaggedwing heard Mistcloud calling the army to form ranks. "It appears we are needed elsewhere." he commented, "But I would be happy to answer your question later." Jaggedwing gave the buckskin a curt nod, and headed off to find his place among the ranks.

Mistcloud:

Mistcloud flew forward, followed by a small group of steeds that consisted of Moonwing, Brightwing, Starsummer, Jaggedwing, Briarcloud, Bronzewing, and Breezecloud. They landed a short distance in front of the intruding herd, and Mistcloud noted the fiery red color of the steeds, meaning that they were from one of the desert territories. "Who are you and what do you want?" demanded the dapple gray council mare.

Magicpetal:

She nodded and flexed her wings, ready. She paused and felt her stomach start to churn and her hooves feel the need to prance. "Something doesn't feel right...." she glanced towards the woods and squinted into the forest trying to see inside the dark bushes and trees. "Hmmm......." she continued peering the forest but ripped her eyes away as Horizongold was about to start the challenge, but set herself on high alert, twitching a every fly and her ears on a swivel.