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Owner: ❤ Ｃａｔ ｓ ❤
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Tʜᴇ Aᴅᴏᴘᴛᴇʀ;;
Hello! I am ❤ Ｃａｔ ｓ ❤, a current non-owner. I remember seeing these
species quite a few weeks back, and made a few attempts of taking
part in a few comps, yet I lost the thread among all of the
other things I post on, and I forgot, so I never managed to complete
the forms, yet I am sure I will be able to finish this entry for this
beauty!
Tʜᴇ Oxɪʀɪᴇ;;
This Oxirie's name is Pocahontas!
Mᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ & Oʀɪɢɪɴ's ᴏғ ɪᴛ's ɴᴀᴍᴇ;;
Pocahontas is an Algonquin word, meaning
'She is playful', which I chose for this Oxirie
because of their playful,happy and
free attitude.
Tʜᴇɪʀ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ;;
Pocahontas is a female Oxirie.
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ;;
She is very lively, and won't let things put her down. Pocahontas often likes to eat, or run through plains or fields, feeling the wind rushing through her mane, and gets a thrill of running, and also likes to jump over logs and such. Though, she can be unpredictable, and wild, and loves to be free.
Sʜᴏʀᴛ sᴛᴏʀʏ;;
Silky ears twitched nervously away their quite annoying, companioning flies, eyelashes batting slowly over large hazel eyes, as the Oxirie slowly trotted along through the plain, dusty field, often stopping every now and then to sniff at the ground for a sign for any food. A mouth-watering, succulent smelling scent caught her interest, and the adventurous Pocahontas gladly followed on after, wanting to discover what thing may hold such a delicious smell. The trotting of hooves hit against the ground rhythmically, as she plodded on her quest to find the food, slowly picking up her pace as she quickly became inpatient, and soon she found herself galloping across the open plains, sending dust flying behind her, snakes slithering into the narrow cracks of rocks as not to get trampled, and birds flying into the sky, muttering and arguing amongst themselves about the Oxirie disturbing their peace. Pocahontas finally slowed down as she stared open-mouthed at the thing that held the beautiful smell. It was a very delicate-looking, single flower, it's soft-looking red petals standing out against the sand-coloured terrain. Pocahontas carefully made her way towards it, before managing to sit down, observing the flower. It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen, and she'd never seen a flower like it. It almost seemed like one of a kind, special, and pretty, standing out of the crowd of the basic daisies, and some say they would relate it to how some people work; often, you find the 'sheep', the ones that follow the herd, whether it be styles, or how they act. They would act like robots without a say or brain of their own to think of how to stand out, unlike the odd black sheep, not wanting to be part of the norm, and wanting to be their own person; like this pretty flower, against the daisies. Pocahontas blinked her bright eyes, before slowly going down to pluck the flower, and somehow managed to put it between her mane and horn. The Oxirie gave a small smile, before falling asleep, content with her new item.
Sɴᴀᴋᴇ Pʜᴏᴛᴏ;;
Above~
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Good luck everybody else participating in this competition, and early congratulations to the winner!
