I didn't even notice untill I checked but I'm 1 years old in the forest! Thanks y'all for being here, I had a great year.. Well 4 months actually because I wasn't active before that but hey, it's been fun!

Hey everyone! Im new! Yayy! Hope to make tons of friends!

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Lost...
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The world keeps coming in and out of focus...
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There are so many trees! Ooo~ Flowers! Sleepy...
7:00pm
I've been wondering this forest for several days greeting strangers and playing with any other fawns I meet. I feel sad though as I don't quite remember how I got here nor where my Mama and Papa have gone... or if I have a Mama and Papa. I woke up alone in a field of flowers the first day, and curious I stood up only to stumble and fall again as I did so. It took me several tries to stand as my legs seemed unused to bearing my weight. After I was able to stand I looked around me as if expecting another to be by my side, and yet... there was no one there... Any joy I may have felt at my accomplishment fled me as fear and loss filled my being, for I was alone in this strange place. It was then that I began to question how I had come to be here, in this place, alone... I didn't know... How old was I?... I don't know... Where are my Mama and Papa?...I don't know... Do I have a name?.... No I didn't think so. Before I could panic further I saw a strange deer in the distance with candles upon its antlers as if to lead me out of my dark thoughts. The deer, a female from her sent, was with another, a male. I perked up my ears in hope when I saw them. And, on unstable hooves, made my way to them praying that they would not leave before I could get to them. The rest of the day was spent following the female and playing with any who got close to me. Soon though I lost them, and exhausted lay down to rest. The next few days have been spent looking for those two deer and staying close. I do not understand much of what they try to tell me but that's ok, just so long as I can find them again each time I wake. Over time I have come to know their names are Sabel and Sadiki.

Twist eye had not noticed until recently that some of the deer were different from the others. Sure, there had been the obvious differences in color, antlers, and behaviors, but to the genderless mistchild there had never been much of a distinction between male and female.

The season of the rut was a time in which such things became much more important. The deer she had seen sticking in large groups with fawns were seeking out the larger, somewhat more solitary ones. The does were looking for stags to sire the next generation, and prospective fathers were ready to fight for the opportunity to mate. It was a fact of life, a fact that had never occurred to the lone fawn, born of the air. Not until recently.

Twist eye had been watching stags fight. They weren't fighting over it; the mistchild was too young, and lacked a doe's gift to bear life, but she watched with an artist's eye, listened to every clack of antler and every step, smelled the emotion in the air- Twist eye was inspired. They only barely seemed to notice it watching, but by the end of it, Twist eye had been as exhausted as the stags, having tried to imitate all their best lunges and parries with invisible opponents.

Now back beside the pond, Twist eye looked down at it's- no, his reflection. The mistchild's shifting abilities had morphed it's previously ambiguous form into that of a youthful buckling, widening his frame, thickening his neck and slimming down his underbelly. There were even two false buttons where horns or antlers might be on a full-grown buck. It was a temporary change, yes, but the mistchild was proud of it. It wouldn't be long, it thought while it's form returned to normal, before Twist eye would be able to fight like the big stags.