Seasonal Prompts

Winter did not arrive with a triumphant flair. It worked its way into their bones, chilling Fern and Topaz easier and quicker than expected. The grasses of the open patches of their forest turned brown and wilted. Their prey’s fur changed color gradually. The leaves of the non-pines fell and exposed them to the eyes of both land and sky. But this is their first winter and when the sky began to shed its downy feathers- snow as they would eventually learn- they ...

The previously overgrown vegetable fields have become a white landscape with fresh snowfall. The styraco herd has found shelter from the cold in the abandoned sheds and empty barns, alongside a variety of other creatures. The sheer number of animals filled the old barn, but it had just enough space for individuals to group in their own corners. Gwenn nudged the heavy barn gate for her to enter the building without inviting the snow in as well. She brought in a new bundle of dried grass...

Selune peered at the moving moles with mild distaste. Surely this was not an ideal pastime for others of her kind. She swiveled her head around at the crowd that had gathered around the booth. Mirth sparkled in the eyes of those around her like the meteorites that had crashed down not even a day before. The freakishly large eyes of the moles followed her every move. Their looks sent shivers down Selune's spine and straight into her tail. Which she i...

“The fire days ago was insane! So weird to see the place all snowy again,” Gwenn exclaimed with a disbelieving chuckle. The styracosaur was trudging ahead as usual, though this early winter, she was leaving prints on a thin layer of snow rather than pushing through a knee-deep wall of it. She glanced back over her shoulder at Raze. He didn’t reply. He had been following her step, and didn’t even ask where they were going, which admittedly wasn’t unusu...

Huffing and puffing, the little Styracosaurus trotted hurriedly through the snow that was well up to her chest. Her mouth was full of a scruffy bundle of dry grass and questionably dry moss, with more tucked behind her frill in an effort to smartly carry a little extra in one trip. Her lungs were burning with the cold air and her legs were probably going to turn into popsicles at any moment! Calamira wasn’t sure what to make of her first winter; on the one han...

The crisp air of fall had quickly transitioned to having an icy bite as the days got ever shorter. Tsuga found himself envying the other dinos who sported hides thickly layered in warm feathers that he could only imagine made the winter chill lose most of its edge. They probably didn't find themselves shivering whenever a blustery wind came howling by. Well, his body was just tough enough not to need that; at least, that's what he told himself when he began to wonder if finding his way ...