Story Randomness! PG

Thing- The Element of Insanity

It was a cold winter day on the Smokey Mountain. A tan mare with a brown mane; barely visible in the harsh snowfall, was pushing against the wind. Another mare followed; a dark purple with bat wings, one eye shut tight, never to open, the other open wide, pitch black and glimpsing like a marble. Her wings shielded the small red coated mare in front of her from the harsh winds. A shadow whisped by. The small brown mare paused, looking at where the shadow had shown itself. "... Did you see something?" The purple mare looked at her, flinching from the winds. "It was just the snow. Come on, we've gotta keep moving." The mare paused, but followed the orders of the pony older than her. She followed slowly and quietly, looking back only once before dissapearing over the hill.

However, something loomed in the snow. Something... odd. Something no one sees. Its shadow flashed into a cave, ducking behind a rock. A small head lay above it. A cat head? The head was orange, with a white mouth and ears, and little whiskers poking out. But suddenly, its arms pearched out, exposing it was surely not a cat. One arm was like a zebra or horse, it wasn't clear which. The other was a white wing, like something of a dove or swan, but almost matching the size of the other arm. Its body was yellow with brown spots, like a giraffe. It had light gray fluffy fur starting at its neck, ending at its chest. Its rear was striped black, while the rest was blue. Its back paws were a snowy white. Its tail was striped gray and a light green, and light orange spikes lined its back. Its little purple bat wings, the webbing green and the double spikes on the tips a dark blood red, fluffed out. It was amazingly cute, its little derpy face peeking out at the snow. He had watched the mares' cooperation, envying them. He wanted friends. He was lonely here on this mountain. He flew up, spinning around and stretching out. He shivered, realizing how cold it was. He had been hibernating for a while. He went to a small opening and grabbing a stick with rock candy on it. He sucked on it, looking outside with curiousity. What lay outside the mountain, he asked himself. Oh, how he wished he could roam free outside, to play in the snow and look at the scenery. But alas, he knew the cold could hurt him, he knew the risks of leaving. So how could he? It would never stop snowing, it would always be cold. He didn't know how he would escape this prison of endless winter. He grabbed paper, scribbling all over it, coming up with multiple ways to get out, but he paused and yawned. The cold was making him want to sleep. He sighed lightly, finishing his rock candy before crawling into a hole in the cave and falling asleep.