username + id: PrincessAlexis #19227
chicoon being used:
Citrineprompt:
It was the coldest time of the year, dead of winter, and Citrine was freezing his wings off. He meandered through the snowy landscape, down long pathways, merely looking for the nearest place he could rest and warm up, but he didn't see any close by. "Oh well, suppose I'll have to keep walking," he muttered to himself, and continued trudging along.
Suddenly there was a loud honk and a Chicoon appeared, introducing herself as Carol! She asks Citrine to help shovel some snow, and while he'd rather do just about anything other than that, he was raised to know that you help others in need, and didn't feel comfortable turning down her request. "Alright, yeah, I think I can maybe do something about all this snow," he said, his voice wavering with uncertainty.
And so that was how he had come to find himself belly-deep in the white powder, pushing it along to elongate the trails running here and there throughout the landscape. At first he sort of despised doing so, but then once his paws were nice and numb the bite of the cold didn't seem to hurt so much anymore, and actually it was kind of fun!
He started to take pleasure in making the path long and curvy, winding this way and that, so that users would have to meander side to side and take the scenic route rather than plowing right through from one place to another. He kind of thought that might be fun for them, and imagined himself doing so, once all the work was completed.
However there was one thing he didn't account for.. just as he was nearly finished, a light dusting of snow began to fall from the sky, and he realized that his work was far from finished!
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