

"If you actually want something, make an effort. Everything isn't just going to come to you."
Name: Trekker
Nicknames: Trek, Sand Cat (by his foes)
Age: 9 years+
Gender: Stallion
Breed: American Mustang
Pelt: Silver Dusty Champagne Dun
Height: 16.2 hh
Herd: Sand Wash Basin Herd
Rank: Leader Lead Mare: Alexandria
Mares: OPEN Foals: none
Sire/Dam: Mustangs
Siblings: one sister
Other: Esperanza (niece)
Mate: Alexandria
Crush: Alexandria
Crusher(s): OPEN
Foals: none
Best Friend: none
Friends: OPEN
Foes: quite a few, OPEN
Personality: Trekker is a loveable fella, always taking things in stride and with a level head. He is a wonderful protector, father, and lover. Family holds a very high aportance with him. Since his foalhood was filled with struggles, he vowed to never cause that type of atmosphere himself. He is very honest and trustworthy. Trekker also has his own charming side. He is quite the gentleman, the best thing to compare him to is a southern country fellow with that well known southern hospitality and charm.
Likes: Scouting. Keeping his growing family together. Sweet moments with his mares and foals. Fresh creeks. Spring. Dawn and bright sunny days. The singing of birds. Having fun. Charming mares.
Dislikes: Fighting. Arguements. Harm coming to his family. Cougars. Rivalry.
Fears: Losing his family. Having the bond between his herd ruined.
Biography:
Trekker's younger years were filled with tension and loss, which is why he hardly ever talks about it. He lives in the moment, not dwelling on the past and hardly on the future. So his past still remains somewhat of a mystery.
At age four he had finally claimed his own small area of territory, though he had no one to share it with. The empty spot in his heart kept growing till one day he decided to try to fix it. He went out and within a month had two mares added to his number... the starting of the Sand Wash Basin Herd.
Now the herd was called this because five months out of the year, during the harsher climate of winter, Trekker would take his small band out into the desert. They adapted well to this and it suits the herd perfectly. Even with his small band of two mares, one of which was carrying his first foal, he still had an empty feeling inside. The other half of his heart hadn't been filled yet... and it would take a special mare to accomplish this...
(to be continued)
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