[ P ] winter blooms

A thick layer of snow had piled up through the forest and Atlas was thrilled as it was his first winter. He learned quickly that snow was something he needed to be careful with. If the temperature dropped low enough the cold would bite his ears off his dad warned him and he liked his ears too much to let that happen. His favourite flowers in their garden had wilted and the usual bees and butterflies that had come to visit had stopped all together. Winter was quite a lonely season. No hedgehogs, no bees, no butterflies and even the squirrels were staying up in the trees. Not many flowers left for him to admire either. He ventured deeper into the forest in search of plants that were tough enough to survive the cold, wondering if he should bring some back for their garden and cheer his mum up as she’d been quite stressed lately.

Flame touched paws crunched through the snow and walked down a path that was thick with untouched snow. Snowdrops sprouted in small blooms and his tail wagged with delight to find such a pretty white flower blooming in the frost. They were scattered among a variety of flowers that the cold had yet to bite, patches of grass growing in stubborn tufts along a mound of earth.

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