california kids . folklore dtae 2

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(sorry suki had to make another remix bc the tn on the other one wouldnt load- (and the tn wont even load on this one istg-)) click to zoom yo part 2 of my dtae. part 1: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/878462297/ part 3: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/922134024/ scratch butchered the quality so for better quality, view it here: https://www.pixilart.com/photo/dtae-c528691230b08e5 jeez i made the last one over a month ago. anyways im just gonna write a mini story here. // Folklore felt cold. Not just cold, but cold as if someone had hidden a snowstorm in her fur. It tingled her skin like a frozen cactus, and when she breathed out, a cloud of fog danced in the air and dissipated. She breathed a second time, and when brushing her paw through it, it felt cold. Brittle. Not like normal breath would. Her paw. Yes, her paw. It didn't actually look like a paw. It was a smudge of dark grey with white markings. That was weird. However, here it could be normal. Here? Wait, where was "here"? She looked around. She was in her den, right? Yes, yes, she was. She could recognize those stone ledges anywhere. She looked out the entrance of her den. There was snow, lots of it. Why were there lots of it? She couldn't remember. Blizzard, perhaps? She took a few steps out of the den and looked at the sky. It was a cool grey. She liked it like this. It was pretty and silent. Whenever it snowed, everything felt quiet. Like someone had paused time to embrace the beauty of a forest painted in a delicate white. It also felt eerie, this time of day. She always felt like someone was watching her. She turned back towards her den. She would have time to look around later. However, when she looked back into her den, she saw a body right where she was laying earlier. Who was that? Were they dead? She went over and pressed her paw against their fore-paw to feel a pulse. She felt nothing, except for the fact that the paw felt like it had been drenched in ice. It was cold, and brittle. She pressed her paw against the chest of the wolf, to see if, perhaps, that maybe this wolf's heartbeat was faint, and they weren't dead. However, her hope drained quickly when she didn't feel a soft and repetitive vibration. She felt the same cold and brittle. She backed away from the wolf a little, and bent down to pay her respects, even though she had no idea who that wolf was. ... Or what they were doing in /her/ den. Yes, her den. She had remembered waking up right where that wolf was laying. Why were they there? In her den? She remembered her paw. Her paw. Those weren't markings. She looked at her torso. Those weren't markings either. In fact, she looked at herself. The cold and brittle parts of the dead wolf's body matched up with the bones on hers. In fact she had the /same/ /exact/ fur color as this wolf. She suddenly knew who that wolf was. That wolf wasn't random, that was /her/. She must have died of frostbite or hypothermia, which is why she and the wolf (which was technically her too, she realized) were so cold. The question was, if she was dead, why was she still here? The sky suddenly turned dark and the snow started blowing harder. The moon. That wasn't the moon. Those were two glowing eyes opening to look at her in the sky. // yuh i'll add more to the story in another dtae.