Also may I choose the Cherrywood path please?
Also may I choose the Cherrywood path please?
@Ruby - As long as you submit your creations by the weekly deadlines, you'll receive the prizes for each week! So you can submit all of week one's prompts on 3/6 if this is easier for you. I will put you down for the Cherrywood path on the google spreadsheet.
Kate is correct and holding down the fort for me whilst I'm a bit ill! Been loving the submissions so far and reading in my bed, I'll write down my thoughts on them when I feel a bit better.
@Kate TYSM for replying!!
@Quiche Awh so sorry to hear you are ill! Hope you get better soon!!
@Quiche @Kate Sorry for the two pings, but I'm not sure who to @ my message and didn't want to do it wrong!!
May I still join Lorch for this year? I love the Cherrywood apparel and I think it would look lovely on Fog, my 2nd wolf!!
@Mist Of course you can! The deadline for this week's apparel is the 6th! I've fixed the broken image link for the prize page.
Posting day 4 and 5 together today!
With spring’s footsteps,
The wolves prep.
They plant and they dig, they send in the seeds,
They pull out the weeds and weave the reeds.
Flowers on the windowsill,
At the top of a small hill.
Shining beauty through day and night,
Shining like sunlight, forever bright.
The stars wish them well,
The moon as well.
The flowers grow in blossoms,
Larger than opossums.
Grown in a garden,
Harvested to harden.
Brings a splash of beauty,
To the summer dawn,
Like a delighted young fawn.
The trail was not yet cold, but other scents already started to mingle with the first. Opal’s nose twitched, trying hard to find the faint scent of Ruby’s fur among the tendrils and branches. He should feel bad that he couldn’t even distinguish the smell of his beloved mate in the thick underbrush, but to be fair, he was in a hurry.
Ruby had mysteriously told him to meet her in a clearing a few miles off the road of the Murkwood swamps, and he was trying hard to arrive on time. That had never been his strong suit, and he could already hear the pleasant tingling sound as Ruby giggled at his mistakes and wrong turns.
He put his snout closer to the ground, and found the scent again. He sighed and continued forward. Whatever Ruby had planned, this better be worth it for the long trek and sore pawpads.
As Opal finally turned the last turn into a small clearing secluded by long waving tendrils of willows, he almost slapped himself in the forehead. This was the place where he and Ruby first met, and on their 7th anniversary, OF COURSE she had wanted to meet here.
His smile played across his lips as he tried to imitate a stern expression that always looked like he swallowed a bee.
“Hey, Opal,” Ruby greeted him, stuffing down a giggle at the substantial amount of time it had taken her mate to find their old meeting place. “You forgot how to use your nose?” She laughed.
“Hey!” He protested weakly at her teasing, but really, he didn’t mind. She probably had something delicious up her sleeve, as she did every time when they came to a secluded place to celebrate their anniversary. Her tail twined around his, and she dragged him towards a small rock, where she sat a basket covered with a blanket.
“Guess what’s inside, and you get to eat it!” Ruby said happily, nudging the basket towards him. This was one of their old games, and Opal obliged. “Apples… no cakes! No wait… cinnamon rolls! Or is that fish?”
Ruby slapped him and said, “No wonder you spent like HALF AN ETERNITY coming here! Your nose is stuffed with beeswax or something.” She rolled her eyes and lifted the blanket to reveal…
Cookies! How could he not have known? The familiar scent of Ruby’s cookies, made his mouth water.
As the sun set, the two shared the cookies, laughing and rolling in the grass like they were pups all over again, their laughter rolling into the setting clouds.
@Quiche I've been sending some of the entries from earlier this week via email!! I hope you don't mind all the messages, I'll try to send less with more content in them ><
Just wanted to ask, up to which entry do we have to submit for this week? Is it Day 6 or 7? I got a bit confused as I didn't join right from the beginning, so I just wanted to make sure I got it right! Thanks :)
((getting Day 1 - Metamorphosis in a little late.))
Day 1 - Metamorphosis
Laying in the sun-warm grass Lunan sighed happily. The plains were good. This had been a very smart idea, agreeing to join the Goldsea pack. His family's bellies were full and they were having a bit of a rest before continuing on their journey. Well, he was resting. Dusk Eyes and Winter Sky, his first- and secondborn pups, were romping while Celestia kept an eye on them. Snow Pine was examining a bush with great interest. Clearly something had caught his eye. Lunan let his eyes close intending on a nap while he had the chance but just as he was drifting off he felt a small paw bat at his cheek. Squinting one eye open he saw that Snow Pine was looking at him.
So much for a nap.
"Yes, Snow Pine?" he asked. The pup looked back at the bush, then at his father and yipped,
"Found something." Grunting as he got up, Lunan obligingly followed the quiet youngster to the bush. With his nose Snow Pine pointed to his find: a green object hanging from a small stalk from one of the branches.
"Are you asking what that is?" Snow Pine nodded. Lunan was getting very appreciative that he and his mate were able to understand the relatively quiet pup.
"That," he said, "is a chrysalis." The words drew him back to a time long ago and a not so different pup.
Lunan remembered when he himself was not too much older than Snow Pine currently was. He had been outside playing with some of the other pups from his pack when he had stumbled upon something he had never seen before. It was only about as long as his paw, green in color, hanging from a bush where it hadn't been the previous day. The pup studied it, sniffed it. Wondered if it happened to be edible?
"What have you found there, Lunan ?" an older voice asked. One of the elder wolves of the pack had stumbled upon the pup looking at the strange thing.
"I don't know," Lunan replied. The old wolf, one of the few who actually indulged him, bent down to look get a better look. Then he chuckled.
"That is the start - of a butterfly."
"A butterfly," Lunan echoed, rather shocked. It certainly didn't look like the strange bugs that flew around with such pretty wings that he and the others liked to chase.
"Yes, the start of a butterfly. You see - " the old wolf said, settling down to lay so that he and Lunan were more on eye level and both of them could look at the chrysalis together. "A butterfly starts out as a small lump on the underside of a leaf. It's put there by another butterfly like how birds lay their eggs." Lunen's eyes got big as he sat absorbed in this story. "Eventually, a caterpillar comes out of that. You remember seeing a caterpillar the other day, right?" Lunan nodded. He'd been incredibly fascinated when he saw the green worm looking thing eating away on a leaf. "Well," the old wolf continued, "a caterpillar forms one of those if I remember what my grandmother told me. Those are called chrysalis. And eventually, maybe in a few days, maybe in the cycle of a moon, it will turn clear and a butterfly will come out of it."
"Wow!" Lunan breathed absolutely enthralled.
"It is one of the many things," the old wolf continued, "that is an immediate reflection of the cycle of life. After they emerge butterflies drink from various flowers and then fly away to somewhere else when the snows fall and the weather turns cold. Then when it gets warm again, they come back. And once again the whole thing begins anew . This change is called 'metamorphosis' as the more scholarly wolves call it. It's something that happens, in a way, to every creature."
"Even wolves?" asked Lunen.
"Even wolves. Once you were so small and so young that you couldn't see and you could barely hear. And now you're able to walk and run, and soon you will be taught to hunt. And someday, maybe, you will have a pack of your own. That, in a sense, is another metamorphosis."
"A metamorphosis?" Lunan murmured to himself, brought back to the present as he looked at the at the chrysalis. He glanced over at his third born son, who was looking up at him with a curious expression, clearly having caught his. whispered word.
"A meta - meta - " Lunin huffed a breath that was half sigh and half affectionate chuckle. As difficult as it was for Snow Pine to speak he knew that the wolf pup would have no capability to say the long word right now. He laid down so that they were both on the same level and could both look at the chrysalis hanging from the branch of the bush.
"That my son is called a chrysalis…" As he began the story again, he couldn't help but compare the words of his old elder to what was happening right then. Certainly the cycle was continuing once again.
Late but here's Day 1 (Metamorphosis) and Day 4 (Bloom), I hope I'm doing this correctly. Thank you so much for running this! n___n
Edit: Oh, and I'd like to pick the Cherrywood path, please <3