The Equestrian War

Whisp ran to her father.

"Why!" Whisp yelled.

"He was a color. Colors are unintelligent. Heck, he didn't remember your name!"

"You don't know what the fuck you are talking about. He remembered my Fucking name, he remembered my fucking middle name, he remembered my fucking birthday, and he loved me! Out of any mare at all, he chose me!" Whisp was getting eyes of fire. Literally.

"Hey Whisp." As Whisp would say, and I quote "that douchebag son of a bitch" trotted into the room.

"Fuck off, douche." Whisp muttered.

"Ahem." Her father gave her a "don't cuss that much" look.

"You smell like a douc...." Whisp's father cut her off.

"The Douche has a name, which is Troy." He looked at Whisp with a devilish grin.

"FUCK THIS SHIT, I'M OUT!" Whisp yelled, spread her wings and flew.

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Whisp went to the color's medicine woman, Zecora. Whisp was now accepted to come over whenever she pleased, due to Applejack knowing what Shining Gold wanted.

"Hello, My Dear Shadow, I am very pleased, have come to revived your loved deceased?" Zecora grabbed a potion and handed it to Whisp.

"What is it?" Whisp studied the black potion. Zecora explained that she would be able to see him and revive him, but if she didn't do it within two hours, she would never see him alive again. Whisp drank the potion. She felt woozy, then fell down.