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Past Award Winners

This is the room where past award and contest winners are celebrated. Look around at trophies and plaques, banners and tapestries, medals and certificates. Imagine that the next may be yours...

Nameday Winners


Autumn of the New Dawn (Whistlewind)
Winter of the Golden Sun (Ray Lighthood)
Spring of the Sun-dappled Glen (Gareth)
Summer of the Scorching Sun (Fleetwood)


Winners of the Poetry Contest


The Golden Vixen


Running across the woodland floor,
Trees and thorns tear at her cloak,
Weather she runs into Dark Forest's door,
Or be drown in a watery soak,
As she runs along in the moonlight,
Like a mad beast running free,
And she looks not up at the stars bright,
But runs to the open sea,
Her paws pound the mossy earth as she comtinues on,
Her blood pumps wildly in her veins,
Death awaits any with her life,
Any who suffer her former pains,
But then like a shot she comes upon a clearing,
From her flashing green eyes,
It's clear that she's tearing,
Her golden fur shines in the beams of light,
But she goes ever further on her hopeless plight,
Then she stopped and stood,
Upon a high up cliff,
She places a paw on the sturdy tree wood,
Then her limbs grew stiff,
The vixen stays still as she watchs the landbelow,
Full of life, and ready to grow,
A rustling comes from behind her as she stood proud upon the ground,
Then she was pulled down,
Down like a stone in water,
Blood drips upon her velvet gown,
And she fell in her blood of pure,
A dagger protruding from her back she lay,
On the gentle moss of nature,
The vixen closed her eyes,
Her life draining away.

By: Starfire

Summer of the Scorching Sun's Winner


No Title

I run to the edge of Mossflower
I try to go once every day
Just sitting and thinking, for over an hour
Dreaming of adventures, the far away.

Out there past the edge of the wood
I travel an unexplored land
Fighting all evil, protecting the good
Or tracking a bad vermin band.

Then mother calls, and I'm back home
I wish that I could leave, go out and explore
But father won't let me leave the home
So I run to the house, and dream no more.

But someday I'll leave and travel, you'll see
I'll see the world, I'll follow the wind
But no matter what happens, it won't stop me
I return to Mossflower in the end.

By: Karria Quickpaw