Seasonal Prompts

Acorn opened his eyes just as the morning sun began to peek over the distant mountains. His found family, Ivy and Borealis, were still sleeping peacefully on a bed of the softest leaves they could find. Which Acorn thought was quite a feat considering how orange and crunchy the leaves were. He hoped they'd turn green again soon! These didn't taste as good, and he much preferred juicy green leaves and delicious berries over what clung to the branches and grew in t...

Fire was common this time of year, but it never made it any less dangerous. Out on the plains, Kaiwi had seen a buzzard drop a flaming stick into the grass to flush out small creatures to eat. Now, four days later, the fire was reaching the edge of the Dead City and a gathering of volunteers had assembled along the boundary to plan for the worst. Kaiwi had raised the alarm immediately but it had taken time to mobilise the cooperative citizens of the city togethe...

Wet footprints followed the striped raptor through the labs as he quietly padded through the halls. It was all new and he had to sit down frequently, his lungs short of breath and his legs aching. He remembered so little of life before, he wasn't sure if this was normal but something felt wrong about it. He tripped over a set of bones on the floor and lay there, staring ahead for a while before sitting himself up. The bones smelled strange, and they were shiny l...

As dawn broke over Isla Kela, a strong wind blew up from the coast, bringing with it the salty scent of the sea. Cassia breathed it in deep; it was something that he could never smell in Atlantis, even after the water started pouring in. “I suspect this isn’t your first time on the surface, Cassia.” Cassia didn’t hide his grin as he led Mikhail across the windy moor. “Not everyone wanted to drown with a bunch of crumbly old buildings.” ...

The morning had started fine. The air was crisp and dry, the trees were orange. Just as it had been for the last few months. The forest was nearly quiet as Gourd made her way through the trees. The low hum of her vibrating throat and the crunching of leaves beneath her clawed feet the only warning that she was making her way toward her favorite drinking spot. It was a small creek that wound it's way through the forest and the water was always pleasantly cool, but not too cold. The best part...