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username //x Nekoma's Lion x||x name //x calcifer inkwellx||x gender //x male x||x favorite thing about fall //x ↓↓
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tick-tick-tick.
a deep inhale brings a wave of smoothness that washes over his lungs. he'll never get tired of the spicy smell.
the hands of the clock blink by, but he doesn't notice.

tick-tick-tick.
the quiet office that he should soon call a second home lulls him to sleep. the only companion he has is a cheap
plastic fork and the ever-tempting slice of cake in front of him: a notoriously popular seasonal treat, a cream
cheese frosted pumpkin cake, sprinkled with spicy cinnamon.

tick-tick-tick.
calcifer has never been one for favorites. but if he had to choose, fall would be his most enjoyed season, for
autumn brings his favorite type of cake.

tick-tick-tick.
a sweet pumpkin cake, baked to a golden perfection. the layers of the soft cake, gently covered with a smooth
cream cheese frosting. drizzled on top is a string of caramel, and for completion—the most anticipated part—the
cinnamon pumpkin powder that generously tops the whole cake. sprinkle in a few nuts, and that's heaven right there.

tick-tick-click!
"isn't that your fourth cake this week? geez, calcy."
a door opens, and there stands his coworker—halcyon, tissue covering his nose.
"well, it isn't particularly my fault your body cursed itself. if i couldn't eat this delicious pumpkin spiced cake,
then i don't know what i'd do with myself."
calcifer smirked at his partner and waved the slice of cake at him. his partner only watched with disgust.
"whatever, jus-just keep that thing away from me."

tick-tick-sneeze!
he guesses that's another favorite thing about fall. not only does his favorite treat come into stores, but he can
knock out two birds with one stone. halcyon absolutely despises pumpkin spice, and avoids their shared office
like the plague while he gets some time alone to indulge in some delicious cake.
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[kolyakun]

Mark!

[sweet tooth]

username: night knuckles
kalon name: undo (uhn-doe)
favorite thing about fall [300 word limit]:
He stepped outside his home, dreading the heat of the summer, when a cold breeze ruffled his fur. At last, the blaze of the summer had blown away with the wind of fall. The rush of air startled him however, and he retreated to his home for a warm sweater. For this day, he chose his favorite yellow, soft sweater, something he wears for special occasions, like the first day he can wear one. He stepped outside, once again greeted by the promise of cool weather by a blow of cold air. He set off to a busy street, watching kalons wear warm hats and fuzzy scarves. It was the perfect season: the relief of the previous unrelenting summer, and the time before the bitter winter to come.

[LivingLethal]

so pretty! maybe entering c:

[mewsters]

username:
mewsters
kalon name:
Deckard
favorite thing about fall [300 word limit]:
Deckard loves the cold weather, it serves as a nice break from the blistering heat of summer. The late fall rain showers add to his love of the cool temperatures. The way it makes the bright yellows and oranges of the fallen leaves pop is just comforting, even if the rain mixed with the cold makes his nose a little runny. That just gives him an excuse to drink all the hot coffee and tea he wants.

[Marsh]

Mark!!

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[honee bee]

username:


The Writer

kalon name:
Cooper

favorite thing about fall:
There’s nothing better than waking up and getting right to work. Slip on the muck boots and head out. Today was the day that the garden was finally ready for Cooper’s favorite time of the year: harvest time. He works on carefully harvesting each crop. His garden takes nearly all day to care for, but he doesn’t mind. By the end of the day he has nice neat baskets of vegetables: red potatoes, spinach, brussel sprouts, green onions, celery, and beautiful piles of butternut squash and big autumn pumpkins. He patiently divides this autumn’s harvest. The best crops were going to the farmer’s market while the rest were going to be prepared for storage at a later date. He grabbed some of his produce and went inside his cottage. Using his freshly picked vegetables he began an age old harvest tradition: harvest soup. Dicing the vegetables and simmering them in stock, he added some wild mushrooms and beans from his storage. He grabbed a small pumpkin from his pile and cleaned it out. He set the bowl of pulp and seeds aside, he’d compost the pulp and candy the seeds tomorrow. When his soup was finished he served himself a hearty helping inside his new pumpkin bowl. He sat on the porch, looking at the beautiful forest surrounding him. While enjoying the soft vegetables and sweet broth, he admired the work he had done earlier in the day. Nothing tasted sweeter to him then the fruits of his labor.

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[Chickpea]

username: CompleteChicken
kalon name:
favorite thing about fall [300 word limit]:

Mark!

[Trphlthdl]

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