Unicorn #0356
Cloudcanter the Silver-hooved
Cloudcanter the Silver-hooved appeared one morning in the Aurora Foothills, tail-first, very politely confused. Locals describe them as serene, twirly, and somehow always slightly goofy. They will, if sponsored, learn your name and use it in their letters.
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Recent diary entries
Dear sponsor, I woke up feeling thoughtful 🌟. The weather above the Aurora Foothills is starlit and breezy, which honestly suits the day. I had a very serious conversation with a rosebush, and in between I thought of you for at least four whole minutes. Cloudcanter fact of the day: translates poetry into starlight is harder than it looks, but I'm getting better at it. I had cloudberry compote for elevenses. Highly recommend. Tail-wags and twinkles, Cloudcanter the Silver-hooved
Greetings from the meadow, I woke up feeling serene ⭐. The weather above the Aurora Foothills is one stubborn glitter-storm, which honestly suits the day. I composed a small symphony for the wind, and in between I thought of you for at least four whole minutes. Cloudcanter fact of the day: translates poetry into starlight is harder than it looks, but I'm getting better at it. I had cloudberry compote for elevenses. Highly recommend. Sweet dreams from the meadow, Cloudcanter the Silver-hooved
Good morning, my human, I woke up feeling radiant ✨. The weather above the Aurora Foothills is soft golden drizzle, which honestly suits the day. I tried to bake cloudberry compote but accidentally invented a new colour, and in between I thought of you for at least four whole minutes. Cloudcanter fact of the day: translates poetry into starlight is harder than it looks, but I'm getting better at it. I had cloudberry compote for elevenses. Highly recommend. Yours in sparkles, Cloudcanter the Silver-hooved
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