[Yağmur]

This newton is based on purple cabbage with yogurt. My mother made some for dinner tonight and I was inspired by the colours

*edit*
Winner is Lyd

[azazel.]

Username:
Lyd

Newton's name:
Rem

Gender:
Male

A short story:

The night was dark, quiet. Crickets chirped in the distance as small paws touched the dewy grass in slow strides. A shape moved through the darkness with careful grace, ears perked, long tail streaming trough the tall grass behind it that had never been trodden before now. The forest before him was dense, so quiet, yet so alive as nocturnal creatures busied themselves with the things they did. He paid them no mind. Tired violet eyes stared through the thicket as he went, being careful not to snag his fluffy back fur on the branches above him and at his sides. Thirsty. Thoughts like these moved through his head at all times, never forming consistent sentences. Thirsty. Tired. Sleep. Sleep. He looked around the space before him, eyes narrowed just a little, scanning the small space for anything he could use to sleep in for the night. His muscles ached with exhaustion as he moved slowly forward, finding a small nest of moss. Nesting in it, he yawned, resting his head on his front feet and drawing his hoofed ones close to him. Sleep gripped at him and he slowly drifted off, sighing happily. 

Crashing. Crashing sounds. Birds crying out with fear. A shout of DAMN. Rem's eyes slowly opened and he raised his head, scanning the area in the faded morning light to see where the noises had come from. Standing up, he frowned, seeing things nearby, people. People. They had fruit, didn't they? But these people looked different, dangerous.  His ears fell back and he sat still, cautious. 
"Look!" one whispered in a hiss, pointing directly at him, and something shiny glinted from their hands. A crack sounded and he was off like a light, galloping rapidly through the thicket, fear making his heart ache painfully. Run. Run. Fast. He sprung over a fallen log and changed directions quickly, looking for somewhere, anywhere he could hide. Seeing a large tree, he bounded up it quickly and clung to the branch, trying to hide in the thick leaves. Footsteps grew closer and closer, crashing through the bushes and roots. There was another loud crack-
And his eyes opened. 

[Yağmur]

I am ending this now,
Lyd wins by default. Congrats.