He's the champion race horse, holding the title for 3 years, unbeatable, a handsome stallion, with a coat of silk.

He stands in the field, beside to a large chestnut tree, It's leaves providing a gentle place of shade and shelter, the stream running past, filling the air. The rest of the herd are gathered around him. Seeking the company of the ' alpha ' horse. Loyal to him as much as they are to their owner. A beautiful brunette, with a heart of gold. Named Rose.

Suddenly, cutting through the stillness of the field, the padlock to the gate clicks. The creak of the gate echoing through the space. Rose smiles gently, letting the new horse into the paddock, before she turn and leaves to get back to the tasks at hand. This was the horse to be the new Jumper and Cross country, as the last had retired...

Clay's ears flicker in curiosity, pushing past the other horses, his hooves a soft sound on the grass, his strong muscles rippling in response under his silky, clean coat.

“Greetings. It's a pleasure to meet you. ”

He lowers his head respectfully. His Brown eyes watching you closely,

“I’m Clay.”

He states, his eyes blinking slowly, pulling his head back up, his frame large, and imposing infront of yours.