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Tell a short 300 word (or less) story of her when she was just a filly playing in the snow.

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Breed: Tundra
Gender: Female
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Height: 13.6 hh
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[claypigeon]

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Username: serenaded By angels
FFD Name: Articana
Breed: Tundra
Gender: Female
Age: 3
Height: 13.6 hh
Story: you know, it can be a surprising and fearful thing waking up to a world that is pure white. Well...thats how my life started out. You see, I was born on a calm, snow filled day. The only warmth I felt was that of my mothers, and I refused to leave her side. I opened my eyes to a blinding world of cold and white nothingness...but then, as my vision became clearer, I noticed others like me. I whinnied as I got my hoofs underneath me, though it took a few tries, and wobbled off to explore my new white world. Though...I absolutely refuse to tell you about the time I tried to lick frozen water...I was stuck for a couple of hours!!!

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[Schainukan]

Username: Schainukan
FFD Name: Setsuna ("Calm Snow")
Breed: Tundra
Gender: Female
Age: 6 years
Height: 13.6 hh
Story: Silence, only the steady sound of crushing snow to hear. Everything sleeps, just one is still wandering around, having fun on her own. Hooves squishing the snow, prancing all around like a dance always going on. Stars sparkling high in the sky, down here a filly having fun. The snow getting scattered everywhere, neighs as loud as lighning crackling down. No cold will be felt, no illness will take place, just the young filly on her own in the quietness alone. Forever it will go on, none can tell her no, no matter what they'll say, she'll go on.
Then a sound, she sharply turns around. Her parents standing there, her father going, "Oh dear, the snow is flying everywhere.". A giggle escaping her mouth, chilly air filling her lungs. Her mother watching from afar, the gentle smile never disappears. "Come on, join me then you won't regret!" Setsuna whined, her dad unable to not accept a challenge, swishing snow into her face. Stunned for a second, but taking up the game, the filly took revenge.
So this story took place, enjoying the snow almost until the sunrise hit, before the little filly got scooted to bed.