Blackfeather Woods winter has come

Yes, the cold was threatening - even for a bigger potato like her, but with her family; she knew she had nothing to fear. Especially her sister, who looked so much like her, she kept close whenever she could. Her littlest brother, she tried to keep away - he was to snuggly and rough for her. Except for him, everything was perfect - even with the screaming winds that wanted to claim their young lives.

But all of that changed when mother left with her tiniest brother. She left them alone, to be with him? Were they not good enough? What did he have that they did not? Perhaps, as she grew older, she would understand why mother took the tiniest one in first - but for now, it was just rude. She came back though, and Koume did not fight that she was picked up and brought someplace else. Finally in the warmer Web, the spiderling looked around - she did not stay in the pile their mother had made with their potato bodies. Wobbly and slow, she explored, but never did she go far away from the gathering.