Very short maybe a fail XD but oh well here is a look at some of her thoughts anyway.

“I saw many couples tonight sitting together in the snow..keeping each other warm. I sat alone shivering in the cold.
They all seemed so happy..I wonder what it’s like..to love.

When I arrived here not only did my appearance change ..but I developed some new more human emotions….they confuse and frighten me…in my past life I had felt affection for others..but never had I felt love..the true love these new kind of deer feel…

The snow came down harder and the couples snuggled closer, I only shivered…
I wondered do I love? Can I love? A tear ran down my muzzle…I shook it away…
Do I Love already? I am so confused…….

I hate these new emotions.”

Day 15:
My antlers are growing in. I wish they weren't. I don't see why I need them now. I still can't keep my pelt and spells like the adults, but I'm bigger than the younger fawns. I want to hang out with the adults without them thinking I'm some kid. I don't know what to do...

Day 16:
Yesterday I felt really down. But today, I jumped around, and danced and stuff. Like nothing was wrong. I wish I hadn't realized that, because as soon as I did I felt down again. What's wrong with me? Maybe it's these stupid antlers.
And these dreams I keep having are freaking me out...

Day 17:
Last night I had a dream about a huge wave. A wall of water that made me tumble over, it swept me up and swallowed me whole. I felt... things grabbing me. Soft, squishy claws like ravens with far too many toes. Clutching at me. Trying to pull me out. Then I woke up, and I was beside the pond. I'm not going to sleep there again, for a while, in case that's what made the nightmare.
And... I dreamed about a feeling in my heart. It was like I had felt it before- recognized whoever I was talking to. Like I loved them dearly.
But I've never loved anyone in my life. Nor has anyone loved me- been nice, sure. But not loved me.

Day 18:
My pelts are sticking longer. I should be happy, but I'm not. It's just another meaningless milestone along the march to death. Great.

Day 19:
Watched some fawns play today. Kinda like a big brother. Err- Sister.
That's the thing. I don't know what I am. As far as I know.... I'm neither and both. I grow antlers like a stag, but I've been called a female before.
Maybe if I had a mother she could tell me what I am. Or what I'm not, at least...

Day 20:
I dreamt about water again. This time I was sleeping in the birch water.

"Amor ordinem nescit...love certainly does not know order.."

Furfur sighed and laid down within the old oak tree. He had spent another day wandering with friends and helping an old companion gain suitable attire for the forest. He was such a vibrant individual before but now only sat beside him in silence. Furfur paced nervously and hung his grinning mask up to dry on a splintered section of the interior. He was far more troubled than previous nights and this was turning out to be no exception. There were so many uncertainties and worries lately that he could not logically consider. He remained restless and distant from those whose companionship he never once left.

"A Penny for your thoughts?”

"I.."Furfur faltered. How could he summarize his worries in a few mere sentences? He continued to pace circles around Rhys deep in thought. This persistent habit continued until Rhys laboriously climbed to his feet and gave his companion a weary smile.

"Well how about let’s start with basics: What is her name? ”

"Well her name i-wait! What?! Who said anything about a her. You’re wrong. I don’t know what you’re talking about I was just trying to think of what mask to wear Tomo-"He reared up and danced in place in agitation. How did he know!? The cheeky little gold masked weirdo always seemed to know things about him he held secret.