important: I do not want to waste your time, please only read this if you do have time. It is fairly long :P   Name: Camelot

Age: 3

Gender: Male

Breed: half Clydesdale / one forth something else :P

Color: Black and white

Mate: None ....  maybe someday

Siblings: Jake. his brother

Eye Color: Depends on mood, normally amber

Face markings : Blaze

Markings: Socks on all fours

Parents: Unknown

Foals: none

Likes: His homeland, snow , being alone sometimes, adventure, not talking, Being warm, being in safe shelter. A warm bed of hay, Almanzo. Roughing it

Dislikes: being cold , humans trying to ride him, humans selling him, humans tieing him up, being tied up, being whipped, being rejected

Fears: getting caught in a storm and freezeing to death, His father, not having food and starving, being sent by a human to the slaughter house, being whipped.

Wishs: That he could see his brother again. That no human will ever try to ride him again. That he wasn't rejected by many


Personality: shy, likes being alone, kind , loyal to freinds when he has them, horses often think he is weird because they don't normaly see horses with thick coats and fluff around their hooves so they stay away often,can seem rude but he really isn't, Strong, has a strong will, can stand many things that other horses or animals or humans can't, smart, quick to say something when it needs to be said,big,faster than a normal horse would think he is because he is so big,is often silent, speaks wisely, keeps his tongue when he wants to say something rude or unkind, often takes walks and talks to himself when no one is around.

Relation to Spirit: Father and brother born in the Cimarron herd


Bio: Camelot's father was born in the Cimarron herd, although he was captured by men when he was about two years old. They bred him with a mare and that mare gave birth to Camelot. Camelot's father denied that he was his son. Soon the bucksin stallion ( Spirit) broke his father loose and he ran back to his land. The men did not bother trying to capture him again because they tried and failed to tame him. They also had Camelot who looked very much like him and they would use him to breed with. Camelot's mother cared for him and would keep careing for him until he was a yearling, she told him storys about his father and how he had run back to the wild. He wondered what the world was like outside his land, but he was born in the winter and was not allowed to go out till spring.When finnaly it was spring and he was out and playing in the cool weather. When summer came, he would not play, not even if his mother asked him to. His coat was thick and it was too  hot. The owner of the ranch he was born on knew he would be like this every summer and that it would be no use to train him to work. He would get to hot easyly. So he was going to sell him when he was a yearling. His mother told him this, but he didn't want to leave. "  No mother no! I don't want to leave you and my home! Where will I live?" he sobbed into her side. " Don't worry my little one, you may escape and be free! Then you may meat your father... And If they sell you to someone.. I'm sure they will give you a good home.." To hear his mothers voice soothed him, but he would never hear that sweet voice again. That winter, his mother died because someone rented her and drove her in the snow. She was too cold and the beat her to go on. But she couldn't and she died that horrible way. Camelot was waiting for her to return that night when he heard some other mares talking. " Tis a shame aint it.. The poor lad just weaned and he looses his mother." The other mare replyed " I'd hate to be the one to tell him.. And did you hear how it happend?" The mare told the whole story to the other and Camelot listened until he could bear it no more.. He ran to his stable and lay down in the spot his mother used to stay in. His mother was one of the prized breeding mares and the man who let her be rented was new and didn't know. Now without her to prove he was her son, he would be even more worthless to the ranch, and would not get such a high price. He cried and cried until he fell asleep. When he woke there was a man standing before him. He looked at him and stood up slowly from his warm spot. The man was not smiling. He was scowling and holding a rope and halter. Camelot looked at him scared. He did not like the look on his face. The man reached out and slipped the halter over his head. He tightened it until it hurt. Camelot flinched. Then he tied the rope onto the halter and pulled Camelot out of the large stall. He led him past the corrals and bigger stables. Then he came to the work horses stables. Some of them where large and others where smaller and empty. He came to a small stable with a door on the back wall. Out side of the door their was a very small pen and a post. Camelot looked at it confused. The man jerked him into the stall and out into the yard. He tied Camelot to the post and scowled at him. " Well you worthless peice of horse flesh.. Now that ur mare's died ( mother) you arn't useful to us anymore... You get to work in the feilds until the master desides what to do with yah." and with that the man stomped back out of the yard into the stall and slammed the main door. Camelot looked saddly out at the corrals and the long line of pens beside him. No one was in them. He sighed and stood their until his feet felt frozen. He only moved when they did this. Later, the sky was growing dark and night time fell over the land like a blanket. He could see the whole ranch. The house, the big show horse corrals, the breeding stables, the feilds where the other horses worked, he could see the gate. He stared at the gate. Something was moving towards it. He looked closer and he saw men dragging in a horse that looked.... Like him... Only.. Without the long fur and the fuzzy hooves. He watched them bring it to a large stall like the one he used to be in. They put it in the stall and the horse jumped and bucked and ran around in side the stall. He watched it for a while and then sighed. He heard foot steps and hooves nearby. He turned and saw a horse run into the pen next to him. It was brown and slightly shivering. He looked into the door way and saw old and stiff hay. When he was in the big stalls, they had soft sweet smelling clean hay. He made a face at the look of the hay. He turned to see if there was hay in his stall.. There wasn't.. He turned his head to the sound of the horse talking." So..  You the horse that's mother got killed?" Camelot looked at him and slowly said. " Yes...." The horse ran around in its pen and stretched its legs." Well... Now I see your going to be put to work eh? Well.. They might do that or they may." He looked around slyly and then right at Camelot " They may send you to the SLAUGHTER HOUSE." He said with a gruff tone in his voice. Camelot looked at the horse and bent forward. " The what?" The horse told him what happened to useless animals and what may happen.Camelot was worried. He didn't ever want to be sent to the slaughter house. He looked at the ground and at his feet. The horse spoke up again " or... They may work you so hard in the fields until you are so tired they whip yah! Thats right whip! And then you may even die if they don't feed yah right!" Camelot looked up with big scared eyes. Just then another horse came into the pen on his other side." Leave the boy alone Jed! He's just a yearling!" The horse shouted at the other, who was he guessed named Jed." Ah good grief. Just haven some fun after my long day." He told the other horse." Don't listen to a thing he says boy.. He just trying to scare yah." The other horse piped up. " Yeah but it CAN happen yah know!" Jed perked his ears and ran into his stall. Camelot heard something that made a clickty sound " clickety clickty" The other horse went into his stall too. Camelot stood there looking at the door way and trying to figure out what that sound was. Then he heard a human voice and a munching sound. Camelot turned around when he heard his door open. He saw a different man than the one before, but he still looked gruff. The man came up close to Camelot and Camelot leaned away from him. He didn't like this man or the one before. The man looked at him a moment and then turned around and went out the stable door. He left it open a moment and came back with old hay. He laid it in the stall and then closed the door. He went to Camelot and untied him. He brought him inside the small stable and then went back out of the stall. He came back with some old oats and poured them into a bucket hanging on the wall. The oats made that clickety sound! Camelot watched as he poured it and then the man left without saying a word. Camelot ate all of the old oats and laid down in the old dirty hay. He rested until morning. When he woke the day was the same. The mean man came back and jerked him out into the pen, tied him , said a mean comment and left. Camelot stood there until Jed came back and listened about Jed's day until the other horse came back. The other pens where filled and every thing happened almost exactly like the other. The grumpy man came and gave him more hay and fed him oats and water. Camelot didn't finish most of the oats because he hadn't been doing much. Each day was almost the same. Only Camelot ran around in his pen to get exercise. He hated living in the dirty old stall, he hated the men who fed him and tied him to the post. He

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