A fawn was born that night, her light brown fur as brown as the desert sand. She had a beutiful round baby face, with her cheeks were as white as the snow in winter. Her eyes were a light gold, oulined with a dark, blood red and her pupil a deep purple. Her ear tips were white too, with pink for the insides. she had long legs, the end of them had white on them that went up to the knee. Her hooves were round and sharp, something that could could leave critical damage. She has a slender, sleek, and graceful body meant for one thing, to be silent. And this is how she got her name, Silent.
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The moon shone down on this newborn fawn, the stars guiding the moon's path. Silent lay half asleep, nursing, and when she finally looked up, she saw the outline of a huge object right in front of her. But she didn't care, this object had milk, and that's all that matters. She looked around her and her heart skipped a beat, the forest suprized and amazed her. The trees were as tall the the mountains in the distance, it's leaves a deep silver in the moonlight. The grass was a sea of green, shining boldly with the stars. But most of all, the whole forest, it seemed to wisper her name. Silent...Silent...
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