This story is a sequel to Runaway

Hey, fillyfooler! Yes, you! Freak. You should've stayed in Manehatten. Nopony wants you here.

Ponyville is such a nice village. Nice people, nice looks, nice everything. Who would have thought that under a warm outside like that a cold heart could lie?

Sequel to Runaway, might want to read that beforehands. I hope you'll enjoy this story.

Thanks again to capekall for editing this.

It's winter in Ponyville, and winter means coldness, and coldness means sitting at home, cuddling to keep each other warm. But not everypony has someone to cuddle with.
Living in a cloud had many advantages. You could hide from lame earth ponies and unicorns, and in summer it was always keeping itself cool. And whenever you needed a shower, you'd just kick the wall and the ceiling above you would rain. Keeping warmth however was not included.

Oh my, another new story. I hope I'm not just going quantity before quality!
This is supposed to be sad, and I hope I actually can bring your hearts to at least move a little.
The story is pretty, pretty, pretty damn short, but I still hope that you get what I'm trying to say. It's not really made for keeping you busy for a long time, but for thinking about it a little while. I hope you enjoy it.

They'd finally found out... Scoots had always hoped this day would never come, but somehow knew that it had to. She hadn't made any plans though, because she wasn't able to imagine the crusaders' reaction in the past. But now she had to come up with something, and she had to be fast.

This is my first story, so please be gentle, but still critical. I'm always looking forward to hear wether you liked it or if you know what I could make better. However, I will try to upload a chapter weekly, but I still ask you to forgive me if I can't catch the deadline. I'm sorry for any grammatical and/or spelling mistakes, I'm no native, but I tried my best. I hope you enjoy this story, and wish to thank you for reading it.

Sequel: Outcast

Thanks to capekall for editing this.