Southern California. The only things that SoCal are famous for are beaches, partying, food, movie stars, bright lights, and big cities. Would you ever think of horses? Well, it is one of the greatest places in the country to raise and ride horses. The various private barns dotted around the coast line have great horses and great trails. But one barn stands above them all.

Crossroads Stables is famous for turning out champions. With only the finest of care and the top of the line training, Crossroads is the best boarding and teaching barn in the entire state of California. Every horse gets the unique attention he or she needs to be the champion of the show ring and the champion of your heart. This private barn has minimum of two lessons weeka

That's a given. Everyone knows all that. What really surprises most people is that once they get on the inside, they find out that Crossroads isn't quite the equestrian utopia that they expected. The gossip and drama is wild and out of control. That's what happens when you get a bunch of hormonally crazed teenagers wearing tight pants and long boots all in one place.

Drama, drugs, rock and roll... It all happens here. You've been warned. This is your official invitation. Won't you join us?

First there was prejudice :: Next there came rebellion;
The reds became the royalty, the mixes and shades the scum of the valley. It went in the order of the rainbow: reds, oranges, yellows, greens, blue, indigo, violet, with the colourless and mixed coloured foxes playing the part of the lowest of the low. The abused and mistreated lower class became sick of being pushed around and took a stand. They upset the established order, and started a war. The valley was thrown into chaos for months upon months. Families turned on each other, friends became enemies, and many died.


The days when the foxes lived in Clarevu Valley,
in the Golden Age, when all were happy and healthy,
are long, long gone.

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And then... :: They settled in a strange new place,
When an end to the fighting seemed to be hovering on the horizon, when all were certain that soon victory would be declared, disaster struck. Earthquakes shattered boundaries and torrential rains flooded the earth until it choked and died, along with many of its inhabitants. Only the strongest, mentally or physical, and a few of the craziest, made it out alive. Momentarily united by fear and confusion, a ragged group of foxes escaped their destroyed home and wandered for days, looking for a new place of safety. Once they settled, slowly but surely began establishing new territories. Some grouped according to colour, but most clung to anyone who would cling back. There are still some whose minds are focused on, even after all the horrors they've endured, on the establishment of dominance and power. They leap at this opportunity to set up their new kingdom. Unfortunately, they can't all lead. Conflict is already arising in this new world of doubt, fear and rage.