Cato (Latin: "All-knowing")
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Sex: Male; Gelding
Orientation: Straight
Age: Adult
Breed: 100% Welsh Pony
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Personality
Likes/loves: His owners, getting attention, Rain, food, treats, most people
Dislikes/hates: The cavalry, being bullied, his bullies, being forgotten
Good traits: Cato is a very logical pony. He's very smart, even if he doesn't show that side too often. He's realistic and is able to recognize situations well. He's a strategist.
Bad traits: Cato can be extremely sarcastic and rude. He's quiet, and he can be to himself too often. He's also the typical stubborn pony.
How they express happiness: He's very bouncy and he prances around.
How they express anger: Since he's usually in a grumpy mood, it's hard to tell when he is angry or not.
How they express sadness: He is able to hide this emotion well, only showing signs of it around Rain, since he trusts her and seeks comfort in her.
How they express fear: He won't hesitate to run from whatever is scaring him.
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Build specifics
Coat type: Very smooth, but easily gets dirty.
Coat color: Bay and white
Eye shape: Round
Eye color: Light brown
Scars: None
Wear: None
Voice: N/A
Rendered: A fatter, smaller Spirit with edits below.
Drawn: A fat Welsh pony with edits below.
-He has a beautiful, thick mane and tail.
-He's fat, like most adult ponies are.
-Average shaped head for a pony.
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Relations:
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Grandparents: ??? x ??? | ??? x ???
Dam: ???
Sire: ???
Aunts: ???
Uncles: ???
Siblings: ???
Brother/Sister in-laws: ???
Nieces/Nephews: ???
Main mare/stallion: None
Bred with anyone?: No
Ex: None
Children: None
Grandchildren: None
Great grandchildren: None
Owner: First belonged to the cavalry, then Indians, then with one owner, then in Spirit's herd
Friends: Rain, Little Creek, the teenage girl, Spirit (eventually)
Enemies: The cavalry
Frienemies: A few
Acquaintances: A lot
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Back story

Foalhood: Bred by an Indian Chief's two favorite ponies, Cato was the outcome. He was given to the Indian Chief's son, who raised young Cato. Cato was the only foal that year, so he was pretty lonely and didn't really know how to play all that well. His parents were always also working, and Cato was just seen as too young or too small to join. Though he had the right owner, as he learned to socialize with humans instead. He much prefered human company anyway, as he wasn't picked on by them for his size.

Teenage years: Cato lived a peaceful life the first few years. He was broke to ride at an early age, but he learned fast. The horses in his village still teased him for his small size, but Cato didn't care anymore. He was held back a lot which annoyed him, but he didn't ever take it personally. His owner loved him and did what he could with the pony, and tried to make up for what he couldn't. Though on one day, Cato and his owner were going on a ride. Though their peaceful day was interupted by a few members of the cavalry. His owner was taken in by them, and Cato had no choice but to follow. He was gelded there and vaccined. They planned on selling the pony, so they tested his abilities. He played easy, and let them think that he was tame. Though one of the calvary members decided to take the pony on a ride outside in the woods to see if he spooked at branches and such. When he was sure he was far enough away from the other calvary members, his motive was played out as he had a bucking fit and knocked the rider off. He then made an escape off into the woods. After running for about a mile, the saddle that was still on his back had slid underneath him under his stomach, causing the reins to be pulled down with him. The pony let out a whinney of pain as the bit shot to the back of his mouth. He lost his balance and tripped over a rock he didn't see, and that's when everything went black.

When he awoke, he was in a corral with a young paint mare. She was waiting for him to wake up, and she calmly explained the situation to the startled pony. She was the first horse who hadn't called him a mean name, and he felt respect for her. He was also happy to know that he was in an Indian tribe again. He was pained by the memory of leaving his owner, but he knew that's what he would've wanted for him anyway. Cato and Rain talked to each other for a while, and they understood each other, as well as Rain comforting him. It was night time now, but he was glad he had that heavy saddle off his back. The next few days, Cato spent at the village. The Lakota tribe was very good to him and took care of him. He met a few other horses there, who did the same thing of rolling their eyes or laughing at him. Rain stood up for him though, and the bullying ceased right away. Cato was glad to have met such a sweet mare, and he began to have feelings for her. The two soon became best friends, though the paint mare never thought of the pony the way he felt for her. He never did come to accept the fact of this, til one night the Indians brought in a buckskin stallion. Cato automatically disliked him, but Rain took an interest in the fiery stallion, much to Cato's displeasure. The stallion's name was Spirit. Spirit wasn't mean to Cato like the other horses were, but he didn't have time for him. Spirit and Rain were always off busy together, but before the loneliness could sink into the pony, he was set up as a child's starter horse.

Adulthood: The Lakota tribe had started their children off on Cato, who was a gentle horse who was just fine with being led around the corral. At first, Cato loathed this job. He didn't want to lead kids around in the corral like that, he wanted to go on an adventure like the others did. Though as soon as he realized how greatful and happy thechildren were, he knew he couldn't have a better job. Each of the children loved him, but a certain teenage villager spent a lot of time with him. She made the pony feel like a horse, as she brushed and groomed him. She spent a lot of time with him, took him on rides at night time, and played games with him. She didn't have a horse of her own, and she was made fun of a lot so Cato knew how she felt. Unfortunately, Cato's happiness was broken soon enough; the calvary overran the village. Before he had a chance to react, the girl jumped upon his back and led him out of the village. They both wanted to stay for the sake of their friends and family, but in order to survive, they couldn't. They had to adapt to living alone. But lucky for Cato, the girl was old enough to take care of herself. She could hunt, and Cato lived off of grass. The two lived in the wilderness for about a year or so, but upon their travels, they found a couple of familiar horses. They were all in a herd, but Rain was there. On the site was a fellow Indian of the teenage girl's tribe. She rushed over to her older brother, Little Creek, and gave him a hug. She was happy to know that her village was fine. He told her that he released Rain. Realizing the right thing to do, she released Cato as well, who went to join Spirit's herd. He had a newfound respect for the buckskin stallion for taking care of a herd, and proved himself as a worthy follower of him. Cato lived out his life peacefully in the grassy meadows, being visited by the teenage girl and Little Creek once a year.

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Credits:
Images made by: Toboe and Troll Berserker
Design made by: Troll Berserker
Ideas by: Toboe