0.o This is amazing, I love it. Thank you so much doing Gypsy for me.

Jet Wind won ^^

Username: l a u r e n <3
What pet on CS does she remind you of? She reminds me of that plain white rare cat.

O.... Magad.... *passes out*

▪ Username:
MasterTigress Lover

▪ Whelkon Name:
Enapay {Meaning: Brave}

▪ Describe this Whelkon in three words:
S p i r i t e d
Mythical
Determind

Nickname:
Zorro

Gender:
Male

Animal:
Dragon (if that counts)

Color:
Black

Username: Ivara

Pommie's Name: Charcoal, but this little mischievous girl goes by Char.

Name's Meaning/Why you chose that name: I think it just fits her, it's what I thought of instantly when I looked at the little black and white coat. It more describes the black part of her, but it seems to fit her all the same~

Charcoal got her name because the very first mess she caused involved the fireplace...

Beckett's bark was what woke me up, I glanced sleepily toward my clock, it was only 3 in the morning! I closed my eyes again, but his barking wouldn't stop, and now there was some growling beneath that. If sweet, calm little Beckett was getting so worked up, then something was going on. I climbed out of bed, calling out, "Beckett!" After a moment his barking stopped, though he kept growling. If it was a robber then I'd probably just scared him away. But the fact Beckett hadn't stopped growling made me wonder if it was a robber. This was a safe neighborhood after all.
Flip. My floor was as black as Beckett was! I'd just flipped on the light switch, there was no way Beckett had done this either.
It took me another moment to find the culprit, the little pommie blended right in. She looked like another Beckett, just smaller, younger, and in way more trouble.
I just stared at the cowering little pommie for a minute, pretty much in shock. How had she even gotten into the house? Beckett looked back at me, gave one last growl at the little pommie, and then flounced over to me. He was clearly pretty proud of himself. I walked over the the pup, who gave a little growl of her own at my touch. Beckett barked at her and she stopped. I picked her up and brushed her off, watching the little bits of black drift off her coat. Had she fallen down the fireplace? No. That made no sense. But clearly she'd gotten into the charcoal and run all around the house, rubbing herself on the floors to get it off. I gave a low sigh, it was going to take forever to clean this up. Not to mention cleaning up the little pommie herself.
Taking her to the vet, she didn't have a microchip, nothing. But she was perfectly healthy apart from still being a little dirty, even after a bath, and slightly dehydrated and hungry. No one was looking for her either, so after a week I adopted her, though she'd already become a part of the family. And it was then that I named her Charcoal, in honor of her very first meeting with me and Beckett. Not to mention the first time she got in trouble. And she would do that. Quite a lot.

What you will do with this pommie: Eat her for breakfast .D. No.. wait. That's a bad idea.
Maybe it was bury her under piles and piles of stuff for Beckett? No. That wasn't it either.
Oh! I got it! Love her to death, make and/or order art of her like a madman, and have fun making up stories of her and Beckett. Yeah, that's the one! I'm planning on making a little character thread for my pommies and my pommies alone, so she'll be there along with Beckett and all their adventures. Even the slightly misguided ones. Never trust a pigeon! Never!

Background information: The fluffy puppy raced around the small yard after her siblings, nipping and growling at them, just having fun. She stopped when she noticed a strange bird in one of the yard's trees. A.. a pigeon! That's what it was! And now it hopped down a few branches and told her, "You know. Outside this yard, it's much nicer. Much, much nicer. Much much nicer." It cocked it's head for a moment, then repeated, "Much, much nicer." And then flew away over the tall wooden fence. The puppy ran after, scrabbling at the wood with a small whine in the back of her throat. A WIPAWIPWIP

Everything is a WIP for now, I will get it done as soon as possible!

Username:
perros1234

Pommie's Name:
I would name him Milagro

Name's Meaning/Why you chose that name:
"Milagro" means Miracle in spanish, so once you read his history, it should become clear why I have decided to name him that. Though I will do a bit of explaining after it, you know just in case you don't get it. Something about his little face also gives me the sensation that to him, he thinks that everyone should feel blessed to met such a Miracle. xD Though at some moments he seems more like a little devil than a miracle!

What you will do with this pommie:
If I won Milagro, he would most defaintly be spoiled(okay just a bit!), getting tons of love from me and his friends. Okay more like trouble from one of his friends. So Milagro will have lots of fun with us, he will spend his days playing with Arrow and Hereshy(his two best friends) and causing choas around the house! Milagro would be my first pommie, and I would love to have him come home with me. He'd become a favourite character of mine, getting lots of art. I'll scavance some pets to order art too, some will be made just for him. They will most likely be traditional though, because I cannot draw digitally. Some stories will also be written for him, I mean how much fun will it get writting about Milagro getting up to his trouble? And bringing chaos and some spice to our lives? It will be lots of fun. Also he will have a special post for him in my character page, where he will be shown. If I do win him, I´m going to keep my eyes open for a special sweet heart for him. He defaintly deserves one. If Milagro comes hom with me, he will get the utmost amount of love from me.
WIP
Background information:
I will be adding sevarl catagories in this section. C: It´s divided into separte chunks of inforamtion.

History:
My eyelids flew open, my breathing fast and shallow. I woke up, I couldn’t even tell what time it was, no light reached us. By us, I mean all littermates. Bundled up next to me, all of us crammed into a single cage.
Mom, I thought. Gone. My first memories were of her. Now she was gone. I had no idea what happened to her. My mom was not exactly young. We were most likely her last litter of puppies. One day she was there, comforting me. Telling us we would get out, one day. I would fall asleep next to her warm fur. One moment she was there, as usual and when I woke up in the morning, she was gone. I never saw her again.
Trying to get up, my ears scrapped the barred metal though I keep going. I regretted it, my small skull bashed into the bars and I momentarily felt stunned, then I fell onto my stomach, breathing hard. Every day, every single day, I would fall asleep, my dreams would only be tortured with nightmares. When I would awaken, I got no relief as I always woke up into a new nightmare, reality. I gasped in sadness. I hated this place. I loathed it really, though there was nothing I could do. All I could do was sit around, and hope. I hated this, a battle I could not fight. I snarled, furious. Then blinding light flew into the room, whimpers came from everywhere. My sides, above, and under. A single person walked in, with bags of food. I growled impatiently. I also didn’t like waiting. When the person came to us, all of us reeled back, expect me. Charging forward I aimed for the fingers. They were waiting for me, a blow was given to the side of my muzzle. Lights flashed as I fell back, with a snarl of disgust. My head was pounding, and my ears were ringing. Dragging myself up I barked and snarled at my littermates. I might be the runt of the litter, though I was just as strong as them. The scooted over a bit and I lunged towards the little spot, cramming myself in, which was no easy task. Even as the runt. After what I was supposed to call a meal I stood up right glaring out of the cage. I would have paced, though there wasn’t room. Even when my legs tired, I still stood. I wanted to be strong, I was sick of being the weakling. I growled in annoyance as light blinded me, again. It couldn’t be the next meal! Or could it? We usually got one, though sometimes two. Rarely. Nope, no food. My stomach growled in annoyance. Two people walked in. Ugg, the stupid person that feed me and someone new. Not that I cared. Expects... if they opened the cage I could get out! Crouching I planned my escape. Luckily the person seemed interested in us, after all we all looked like bundles of fluff. The person said something to them, looking uncertain. They were two far away for me to hear their conversation. The second one, stomped their foot. The first muttered something and stalked up to us, flanked by the second. Unlatching the cage door, they reached in. The second the door was fully opened I bolted out. Littermates at my fluffy tail. Together we ran. It felt so good. I’d never been able to take more than one or two steps in that cage, now I was free. Yelping I bolted through the open door.
With a snarl the two people pursed us, yelling. Now I could hear them.
One of my sisters jumped into a bush, another brother followed her. The older of us, another brother kept running. Another sister at my right. My remaining sister bolted onto the road, she screamed when a cars huge black curved paws ran over her paw. She quickly limped off. My only littermate darted off into the woods. I kept running. I darted off into the row of houses. I looked back. Nothing. I ached. Not being able to move for a long time didn’t help me from running away. Everything was sore and aching.
Closing my eyes sleep washed over me like a black cloud. When I woke up, I expected to see the bars that imprisoned me. I was bundled up in a empty garbage can. Stretching my aching muscles I padded out, squinting in the overpowering light. My stomach roared, in protest as I headed away from the overpowering scent of food. Deciding to trust my stomach I head to the next place. This garbage can had already been tipped over and the contents were spilling onto the floor. I bolted towards it and looked through, trying to find something editable. I snatched up a bone, clumps of meat clinging to it.
Ripping the meat of the bones, I chewed. A delicious flavour danced on the tip of my tongue. I searched eagerly for more. I couldn’t find any more meat. Grumbling I nuzzled a container, it bounced out, the lid sliding off. I quickly jumped to see. Inside was a warm yellow object. I didn’t know what to call it. Paste? No, liquid? No, solid? Not exactly. Shrugging I bent down and gave it a little lick.
Yum! I thought, licking my lips and dove in for more. Licking the container clean, I bounded off. I crouched and bounded away.
I lived on the streets for a long time, using only my wits to survive. Along with some luck. The streets made me tough. I learned how to cross roads, how to forage for food. How to fight and steal. I needed this things if I were to survive in this harsh home. Though in some ways I was defenceless. There are certain things that even I can’t fight.
I tore at the little meat I had, my stomach was pressed against the freezing floor that was blanketed with a thick layer of cold snow. It was in the middle of winter, the air was crisp and cold. You could even see your breath, it came out in white puffs. I had never been so hungry, going for days with a bit of food. I once went with a single piece of food for a week. The days here are harsh, though I preffer it her than that horrific place I was born in. The cramped cage. I’ve met several dogs that know of such places. They call them “Puppy Mills”. I wonder why.
This was my 8th day with a bite of food, I was starving. My fur was matted, my ribs stuck out, my fur is ridden with fleas. I myself stink of disease.
My search for food, led me to homes, dumps and other dogs. I was so hungry. It had been so long, I couldn’t even remember my last full meal. Wait, I never had one. Not once in my life.
Now I was stumbling blindly into a garden. It was dark, cold and slippery. I was usually much stealthier.
Right now it was in the was evening, and bitterly cold, no one would be out. Stumbling, my paws shot out from underneath me. I skidded and fell. I didn’t fall far, I hit freezing water. I yelled in surprise, though I was thrown under the freezing water. It was bitterly cold, the water even made it through me thick tough coat. I gasped at the bitter cold, kicking out with my legs, I managed to get to the surface. A cold gale was kicking in, freezing me. I don’t know if I prefer being submerged in freezing water, or being frozen up by the bitter winds.
My eyes took in my surroundings, I was in a humongous puddle(a pool) the walls are too steep for me to climb up. I’m too far away from the steps.
Your’re never going to make it out, out of all places to die! In a huge puddle, what a sad death, I think. I let myself sink into the depths of the puddle.
Before I hit the bottom, iron jaws clamp around the loos skin around my neck. I squirm around in the water, thrashing.
All for nothing, I can’t dislodge the thing. Suddenly when I think my lungs are going to burst for air, he reappeared to the surface. With strong strokes, my rescuer drags me to the steps and climbs out. As soon as it’s out. It’s bolts out, with me. I yelp in fear. Together we crash into a hedge and jump into a yard. There I am dumped onto the floor. I lie there, gasping and shivering.
I get a glimpse of my rescuer. He’s a thick Labrador Retriever. He’s white with chocolate brown, like mine, he’s eyes are blue-gray.
My heart skips a beat when a hear another voice.
“Kisses? Why’d you bring a dog here?” the intruder asks.
A tall German Sheppard comes into view. She’s mostly blue, with some brown paws and a brown mask over her eyes. Her eyes are piercing yellow.
“Kisses” looks slightly annoyed and sighs,
“Arrow, I’ve told you a million times not to call me Kisses, it’s Hershey!”
Arrow rolls her eyes, and sniffs me. I stand stiff.
“I found him drowning in the neighbours pool, I had to do something, lets show him to perros,” Hershey answered.
“Sure,” Arrow barks.
Without waiting for permission. She clamps her jaws on my scurf and hauls me up. Together, we bound into a house, through the doggy door.
Inside it’s warm and cozy. Arrow and Hershey bring me over to a human.
The human jumps when she sees me. She looks at her dogs and shakes her head. Gently, she pries me from Arrow’s jaws and examines me. She walks over to a open room and lets me down gently. Grabbing a bowl, she places it on the counter and fills it with dog food and puts it down. Arrow leans forward, and Hershey kicks her. She glares at him, though doesn’t steal my food.
Leaning in I take a bit, at first I think that I will eat it slowly and savour it all. But once it’s in my mouth a ravenous hunger takes over. Before I know it, half the foods gone and I’m feeling almost full. Something I haven’t experienced before. I lick my licks and continue, it’s not long before I lick the bowl clean, feeling so full that my stomach will split open if I eat more.
After eating, perros grabbed a huge lump, which Hershey explains to be the computer.
“No one is looking for a dog like you, and you don’t have a collar or even a tag, or a tattoo,” she murmmeres.
Arrow and Hershey bark excitedly.
“I think we will keep you, you will be called-,” she stops to think for a name, “Milagro! The Spanish word for “miracle”,”
Okay now I will explain, his name is Milagro because once you think about it, what are the odds of the runt of the litter surving the streets and a puppy mill? I'd say that the chances are not in his favour, yet he beat those odds, Milagro surving was a Milagro.

Sorry if the background is a little long, I really enjoyed writting it. I can shorten it if it's too much.

Personality:
Milagro may have been the runt of the litter, though he defiantly doesn’t let that get into his way. In fact, he totally ignores that fact, he doesn’t like the sound of “runt,”. So I suggest that you don’t use that word around him. Milagro isn’t afraid of “Running with the big dogs,”. He doesn’t let his size let him get excluded from all the good stuff, getting into trouble.
Milagro may be small, but don’t under estimate the fight he has in him. So Milagro is a total fighter, he will never go down without a fight. Even if there is only the smallest chance that he can win, he is going to take it. He never gives up, so don’t count on it. Once you have set him up to do something, he is going to do it, whether you change your mind or not. So before you send him on a mission I suggest that you think if that’s what you really want before you send him away. Believe me, I learned the hard way. xD Like you said, he’s a bundle of trouble, every time I look away, he has his tiny little jaws wrapped around something, or maybe tearing into something soft. Milagro sometimes seems more like a little devil! Always causing some trouble, and making some mischief. He loves to create a little bit of chaos to spice up the day.Some of his favorites include, having a pillow fight with the pillows from the couch{which includes tearing them apart}, raiding garbage cans{leaving a huge mess}, stealing my belongings{it takes a long time to get the back}, and using furniture as chew toys. Milagro is a bit rude too, he defaintly tells others what he things, especially if it's not what they want to hear. He also uses sarcasam.


Likes:
- Causing Trouble
- Stealing my things
-Having a pillow fight and in the end tearing it apart
- Using table legs, couch legs, ect. as chew toys
- Raiding the garbage can
-Arrow
-Hershey

Dislikes:
- Water
- Swimming
- Others trying to stop him from causing trouble because of his size

Fears:
Milagro has a secret fear, okay it´s not a secret everyone knows it, he has a fear of water. He doesn´t swim, ever. And struggles when I try and give him a bath(he gets soap and foam everywhere!). Ever since almost drowning the neighbours pools, he has had a fear for water.

Gender:
As you can see, I have been reffering to Milagro as a "he", so to me Pommie 15 is male.

Friends:
Well of course I have some friends for Milagro, in case he comes home. These are his friends, I know I know. Both are big dogs, though Milagro doesn't mind "running with the big dogs"
Arrow, one of his two best friends
Hershey, one of his best friends

Family:
Okay, really he doesn't have much family left, after all we don't know what happended to his brothers and sisters. We don't know anything about his dad, and his mom was taken away. He has two sisters, and two brothers all older than him. We don't know there names, after all their mother didn't get much time to name them. We named Milagro, milagro because he was found by Hershey.

"I want to adopt!"

Username: CuteROL
Name: Neomonni (Means "Cloud")
Gender: Male
Personality: A very bright and ambitious young dragon who lives in the clouds. He loves to help others, but will only stay up in his home. His favorite thing to do is build sculptures out of clouds.
History ~OR~ Story: Alright, here's what I got.

Up in the clouds,
The wind blew so strong,
The sun shone it’s best,
As clouds float along.

The ground was so rough,
Dirt stuck everywhere,
It would get on your fur,
Or get in your hair.

A dragon sat down,
As he gazed up above,
He dreamed to go up,
To the place that he loved.

He read all the books,
He heard all the tales,
That clouds have no limits,
They take their own trails.

Free from captivity,
Soaking the sun,
Up in the clouds,
He’d have more fun.

There he could use,
His special gifts,
To brighten the world,
To light every rift.

He thought it’d be best,
To live in the sky,
He would flap his wings,
And then start to fly.

He jumped up and down,
To catch onto the wind,
He fell on the ground,
To here, he was pinned.

He tried one more time,
And leapt a new height,
He hovered above,
His wings were in flight.

Today was his day,
To accomplish his dream,
So look at the sky,
And see his light gleam.

He sleeps on the clouds,
And brightens each day,
And stays with the sky,
Helping the sun in every way.

Does this JMD use it's powers: Yes
Anything else: This is my first JMD, so I really want him! (Well, until the customs open up again.)