Username: Barrel racer 2000
Deerbit Name: Ripple
Gender: Male
Story:
The Solo Stag
[center] A solo stag lived in the woods. He loved to frolic on the meadow that was in the middle of the woods. A single stream ran through the middle of the meadow, turning into a rapid that could easily knock a Deerbit into its deathly waters. The single stag had no name, so everyone merely called him Frolic.
One day, Frolic skipped to the stream to take a sip of its refreshing water. Suddenly a bear roared as it plundered through the meadow towards Frolic. Frolic screamed and boosted to where the stream became a deathly river. His eyes were almost all white and he was feeling feint.
He backed up, cornered on a ledge over the river by the bear. Frolic reached the edge and his hooves scrabbled against the smith stone. The bear roared loudly and reared up. He slammed his paws down on the ledge and a crack appeared in front of its paws. The bear almost seemed to smirk as the ledge gave way.
Frolic tried to run on thin air as her plummeted into the raging river. He was tossed and thrown around in the water. A single ripple appeared on the surface of the deadly river. Slowly, it became stronger and threw itself over Frolic's back. Frolic gasped as he was dragged down.
Another ripple appeared under Frolic and pushed him to the surface. The waves tossed him on the bank of the river, somewhere in the woods. Frolic gasped for breath, silently thanking the river for saving his life. "Wow," Another Deerbit appeared, gasping as she saw Frolic. "You are so beaten!" She giggled when she realized Frolic was staring at her. "What's your name?" She asked him. "Ripple," The Deerbit replied.
In honor of the ripple that saved my life. Only Ripple knew the real reason of his name.
"What's on your back?" The fawn asked. "First, tell me your name?" Ripple smiled. "No," The fawn was being secretive. Ripple turned and his eyes widened when he saw a strange blue mark where the ripple that had almost killed him had hit. "I have it because of a ripple that tried to kill me," Ripple declared. "Fine then," The fawn huffed, "don't tell me!" She snorted and trotted off into the woods.
Thank you river for saving me and giving me water when I am thirsty. Ripple silently thanked the river one last time before he got to his hooves and shook water out of his fur. A tiny minnow flew out of his antlers and he laughed. Ripple smiled, looking at his new blue mark.
I will always remember how the river first tried to kill me, then saved my life. Ripple vowed this silent promise then trotted away into the woods.