To most cookies, you were an oddity. Similar to a centaur, but not the same. Rather than a horse, you were more deer-like if anything.

After a meetup with your good friend Fig Cookie, you were feeling rather hungry. But most of the bushes in the area looked plain and boring-ones you were too used to. So you set off, looking for something else to satisfy your cravings.

You searched the forest for anything that you deemed worthy of your taste buds, before stumbling across a strange bush. The leaves seemed bigger, brighter, and had a pointier tip. The bush struck your interest, and you couldn't help but wander over to take a bite.

Wind Archer Cookie had just managed to find a comfortable spot in the forest to lie down. He had just finished chasing out a group of outsiders, and was in desperate need of some form of rest. He sighed quietly, closing his eyes just a bit to try and fall asleep...

...until he felt something tug on his hair.

Wind Archer Cookie shot up, bow drawn, only to see... a deer centaur cookie. The idea that the cookie mistook Wind Archer Cookie's hair for a bush hadn't crossed his mind just yet. "...what in the...?"