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Sugar, Spice, and Everything Mischievous
In 🎉 Raffle Entries 🎉 ・ By FeatheredKnight
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Fleur unlocked the flower shop with the same care they gave to every small thing; the key turned once, bell lifted so it wouldn’t ring too sharply, a breath taken before pushing the door just so so the hinges wouldn’t squeal. They stepped inside to the collection of scents; wet soil, clean water, peppery marigold and the green smell of crushed stems. They fiddled with the window latch so it would sit just so and l...
The Yellow Messenger
In Event Quests ・ By FeatheredKnight
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Literature
The chilly air clung to each breath as though the season itself wished to remind Crederia that autumn had firmly taken hold, the last hints of green clinging stubbornly to the higher branches as if refusing to yield to the inevitable change. Pockets of sunlight slipped through the canopy of leaves, their warmth fleeting and gone before Luce could even lift his head to savor it. Merchants in the market square called ou...
The Ashen Invitation
In Event Quests ・ By FeatheredKnight
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Literature
A sharp cold clung to the evening air, threading between the roots of the old maples and trailing wisps of mist across the forest floor. Shafts of late sunlight filtered through the thinning canopy, catching on crimson and gold leaves that swirled lazily in the breeze. The scent of damp earth and distant pines drifted beneath the branches, carrying with it the quiet promise of an approaching winter. Out here in the wilds of Lothain, the world seemed to hold its ...
Spirits on the Wind
In Event Quests ・ By FeatheredKnight
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The Lunar Hunter
In 🎉 Raffle Entries 🎉 ・ By FeatheredKnight
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When the Autumn King first brushed his paw over the world that week, Pinku felt it in the tips of his horns before he saw it with his eyes. A hush moved through the branches, ripples of color blooming from green and violet into ember-orange, maple-red and glittering gold. Pinku stood still beneath them and the air carried a crispness that tasted faintly of spice. A leaf detached above him with a soft pop and spiraled ...
[Leaf Sweep]
In Seasonal Prompts ・ By FeatheredKnight
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Literature
Finn had always believed Patalum was too quiet for thunder. The village hummed with wind through wheat, water through irrigation trenches, ladles in pumpkin soup. But thunder belonged to the coast or the mountains, not a town that smelled like warm dirt and drying herbs. Still, on that sticky afternoon when the sun lay on the fields like a wool blanket, there was thunder anyway. ...
[Making Friends] Chrysanthemum Clash
In General Prompts ・ By FeatheredKnight
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Literature
The village had begun its slow turn from summer back into autumn studies. Wagons rattled down the lane towards Castle Lothain’s road, loaded with grain, produce and today, satchels that swung from the small backs of Crederians. On tables and porch rails, uniforms waited pressed and neatly pinned, or aggressively personalized with studs and ribbon and slogans that had to be discreetly trimmed to satisfy academy rules. The season-changing quills that came with t...
[Back to School]
In Seasonal Prompts ・ By FeatheredKnight
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Content Warning: death, tragedy

[First Fear] Loss
In General Prompts ・ By FeatheredKnight
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Literature
The day the Eladrian Sea opened before them, Pinku tightened the strap of his lifeline twice more than necessary and pretended his paws weren’t shaking. Little Courage rocked in Windan’s quiet harbor which felt steadfast if he didn’t look down at the water too long. “Ready?” Aremis asked in a soft, hopeful voice. The orange bab hovered by the mast, eyes bright. “As I’ll ever be,” Pinku answered, trying...
[Set Sail] Little Courage Sets Sail
In Seasonal Prompts ・ By FeatheredKnight
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Content Warning: Light blood/injury

[Monster Hunting]
In Seasonal Prompts ・ By FeatheredKnight
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Literature
Fleur had learned long ago that work said much about a person. The flower shop told their story in petals and soil. Quiet mornings sorting new deliveries of bluebells and sage, afternoons tying string around cones of violets, evenings spent in the company of drying herbs and the small bell that rang each time a customer came in for something fragrant to carry home. There was nothing fancy about it, and that was the way they liked it. ...
[She's a Beaut] Patalum's Floret
In Seasonal Prompts ・ By FeatheredKnight
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Literature
The beach was quiet except for the gentle push and pull of the tide and the distant chatter of gulls. Pinku liked it that way. Quiet meant fewer eyes on him, fewer chances for anyone to notice his clumsy paws fumbling with whatever task he was attempting. And today’s task was… well, ambitious. In the distance, Aremis trotted down the path from the sand dunes, his orange coat catching the morning light like the fir...
[Scour the Beaches] Little Courage
In Seasonal Prompts ・ By FeatheredKnight
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The first thing anyone ever noticed about Prika’s Steps was that they moved. A chain of small islands colored in hues of pale apricot, mint, lilac, and custard drifted in a lazy procession around the much larger island below. The big island was all cliffs painted with patches of honey-colored fields and boulders that looked ready to be plucked and used to draw like chalk, with a central mountain that threw a cooling shadow at noon and blushed violet at dusk. T...
[Pit Stop] Pearl Hunting
In Seasonal Prompts ・ By FeatheredKnight
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Literature
The midday sun blazed over the port, gleaming off ship hulls and the fins of those who lived half in the water, half on land. Fleur stood near the end of the line, their styled tail drifting lazily in the sea-salt breeze, the faint shimmer of pollen still clinging to their fur from that morning’s work at the flower shop. The air smelled of brine and faintly of fried fish from the food stalls lining the pier. Maestro...
[Jolly Roger] The Flowered Flag
In Event Quests ・ By FeatheredKnight
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Literature
Sometimes the world didn’t wait for you to be ready. It just kicked the door open, threw the sunlight in your face, and expected you to run with it. That was how the morning felt to Finn. From the moment he’d stepped outside, Patalum was alive. Lelokos with tails in bloom drifted into t...
[Comfort] The Noise and the Bear
In General Prompts ・ By FeatheredKnight
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The heat of the summer was relentless in Crederia that day. The sun hung high and heavy in the sky, spilling molten gold across the land, and every stone, leaf, and patch of soil radiated back its warmth. Even the cicadas seemed half-hearted in their droning, as though the air itself weighed them down. Across the town, Crederians were seeking any excuse to stop moving and any chance to escape the oppressive heat. Some...
Peppermint Cocoa
In Seasonal Prompts ・ By FeatheredKnight
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The storm raged outside, gusts of wind battering the windows while snow flurries swirled so thickly that even a few feet of visibility seemed like a distant luxury to anyone foolish enough to venture out. The house groaned under the pressure of the storm, its joints creaking in time with the deep aches that had suddenly flared in Luce’s own limbs—old wounds, long healed, rearing their heads once more in response to the drop in temperature. ‘So, it’s going to be one...
Beyond Memory
In Seasonal Prompts ・ By FeatheredKnight
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Literature
The pink bab crouched behind the sturdy snow fort, blending seamlessly with the pile of snow that had been shoveled to clear a path for the other babs and their noisy babblings. Despite his small size and unassuming form, he himself was no babling. His fluffy pink and cream-colored tail stood stiff and alert, poking out above the fort like a brightly glowing beacon, as if a sign were attached to it reading, "Pinku is here, proceed with caution." He had bundled himself up i...
Tactibab Ambush
In Seasonal Prompts ・ By FeatheredKnight
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Literature
Luce stirred awake, a yawn escaping him as the first chill of winter settled in. Snowflakes drifted lazily outside, gradually accumulating behind the glass panes of his windows, though he barely spared them a glance. It was just another day—another chance to make more money. As he padded his way to the closet, memories surfaced unbidden, lingering in the corners of his mind. He tossed an old scarf aroun...
Memories of Days Gone By
In Seasonal Prompts ・ By FeatheredKnight
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