At StreamHerd: 

"Picasso the foal is coming!" Yelled a light grey mare named Crescent. 

Picasso rushed in with the medic mare. Crescent took deep breaths but the foal came out quick and easy. The foal  was a beautiful black and white spotted appaloosa filly. 

"She's gorgeous" Picasso nickered, studying the foal.  "What name are you going to give her?" Picasso asked, leaning over the foal. 

"I will call her Dove, after her beauty." Crescent stood up so Dove could have some milk. 

"Dove, a beautiful name. I will let you have some alone time with your new foal." Picasso turned around and left the den. 

He looked at his growing herd, it was growing stronger each day after the bloody battle. The snow had melted and the hot sun had washed the blood stains away. 

Picasso lay down in his nest to get some rest. He hadn't rested often, he kept a lookout just in case Prince's Herd were to return. 

He woke up in a familiar gloomy forest, the tall grass tickling his knees. Gloria greeted him, "Come this way, Picasso. Someone has called for you." She lead him to an enclosed den. Picasso walked through cautiously. 

Hurricane stood in the den and faced him. "I've missed you so much!" Picasso hugged him. 

"I haven't called you here to talk, an omen was given to me to give to you." He spoke softly. 

"The prince's crown will break and peace will be brought by a dove's wing." Hurricane nickered and before Picasso could ask any questions he was back in his den.    

"What does that mean?" He asked himself thinking about the new prophecy.

At RogueHerd: 

 Rogue breathed heavy, Jaguar stood by her side, comforting her. Rogue was giving birth to her and Apollo's foal. 

The foal came out, it took Rogue a lot of energy to push the foal out, he had long legs, like Prince did. 

"Rogue, he's beautiful." Jaguar whispered, his breath tickling her ear. 

Rogue looked up, a handsome buckskin colt lay at her feet. "He looks just like Prince." She nickered, astonished. 

She got to her feet so her foal could have some milk. "A name?" Jaguar asked, nuzzling Rogue. 

"Raja." She muttered. (Which means prince if you didn't know) 

"Good name." Jaguar nodded his head. 

"Raja will be the foal who will finish his grandfather's war." Rogue nickered proudly. 

Jaguar smiled. 

"Rogue, I've been wanting to ask you this question for a long time, and I know when you first turned evil I was being annoying, but that's because I liked you. And I've liked ever since." Rogue looked up at Jaguar amazed. 

"Will you be my mate?" He asked, his brown eyes piercing Rogue's. 

"Of course I will." She hugged him. 

The End!

An Author's Note will be on the next chapter!