Ponies

I wrote a fic I'm so sorry
Yes, to clarify (if you missed the comment there), I am applying for the unicorn.
I don't know much about the series beyond characters and it's wiki is acting funny for me.

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Fuchsia Fern and Winter Moon met each other on their first day at the Ponyville Schoolhouse. Moon was the possibly the quietest filly Fuchsia had ever met. Moon thought that Fuchsia was the smartest anything she’d ever had a conversation with. It was their last day at the Schoolhouse, however, that they both received their cutie marks at nearly the same time. They had been setting up various parts of the town with Hearth’s Warming decorations, such as conjuring snow, building snowponies, and helping some merchants bound for the warmer parts of the land to gather product to pack up their stands. It was almost an exam of sorts, everyone being in groups of two, with several merits attributed to their final scores for things such as “Most Creative Use Of Snow Spells” for unicorns, “Speediest Clearing Of Merchant Wares” for earth ponies, and “Most Elegant Showing Of Atmospheric Control” for pegasi.

The two pony friends had decided to gain something to mark them as special despite their quietness (Moon having rubbed off on Fuchsia who had, in turn, taught her to be loud when she needed to be, like when calling for help). They had been almost unremarkable students, notwithstanding their handsome grades. The two of them were picked on something awful for being the last blank flanks in their class, not having felt particularly driven to find their special talents, so felt that going out with a bang would show their fellow classmates that they were not what they looked like at first glance.

The duo had already devised an absolutely brilliant plan for their drawn area, Sugarcube Corner, who sold a variety of baked goods. Fuchsia had herded a particularly soft-and-fluffy looking, deep gray cloud and gently coaxed it to begin to snow, cooing at it the way a pony would at their most precious and devoted pet. Moon was cheerfully rolling a couple of small snowballs to build a snow cake for each step to be topped with the still-very-much-everywhere gold and crimson leaves as icing and tapered twigs as candles. As Fuchsia got a decent localized snowfall going on, Moon finished her decorating and her white-tipped horn glowed with a bright silvery light. She began diverting the softly falling works of art to the roof in a spectacularly controlled array of something similar to gingerbread icing, Fuchsia Fern occasionally traipsing along it lightly to infuse it with a pegasus charm that would keep the frozen ice from melting in midafternoon sunlight, as soft snow liked to in the wee bits of morning light.

As a matter of fact, several ponies had stopped going about their daily routines and preparations for the holiday to watch the spectacle and, when they two were done, congratulated them on excellent spell castings. Fuchsia thanked the helpful cloud for its work and promised to bring it over the Everfree Forest in a little while, since all the especially good water seemed to come off the leaves there, according to the cloud. Moon just smiled with a blush on her cheeks and a twinkle in her eyes, communicating with her face as she was wont to do instead of talking in public.

Their teacher, a striking white stallion unicorn with a deep violet and ruby-red-streaked mane named Thunder Snow that Winter Moon may or may not have had a crush on when she joined his class, eventually came by for evaluations and congratulated them both with double merits (both “Most Creative Use Of Snow Spells” and “Most Elegant Showing Of Atmospheric Control”), as the two had worked together.

The pair of foals just smiled and shared a look worth a thousand words before both of their flanks glowed brightly, signaling them both getting their cutie marks. When the glow dimmed down, Fuchsia and Moon had inspected the others flank and exclaimed excitedly, “You got the awesome cutie mark!”

Adorning Fuchsia’s previously bright orchid and pale blue violet splashed flank was the very same cloud he had sweet-talked into giving him a gentle snow, dropping soft flakes of snow down his leg. Winter Moon’s strong cyan flank was a six-pointed, three-pronged snowflake, hardly any lighter in color than her normal shade of fur, but possessing a beautiful shine to it.