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 silly ⭐. The weather above the Aurora Foothills is humming aurora light, which honestly suits the day. I taught a tiny bird the chorus of an old lullaby, 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. With a warm horn-bump, Cloudcanter the Silver-hooved
Dear sponsor, I woke up feeling cosy 🌟. The weather above the Aurora Foothills is gentle pink mist, which honestly suits the day. I gave a poetry reading to the moths near the Aurora Foothills, 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
Today, of all the days, I woke up feeling tender ⭐. 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. A whole hoofful of love, Cloudcanter the Silver-hooved
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