[PikachuTori25]

name;
Nebula
gender;
Male
what does this viscet remind you of?:
A nebula/galaxy, hence the name I'm giving him. XD
short story;
A tiny male viscet shivered, trying to keep himself warm when he was waiting for his mother to come back. He made a quiet sound, trying to call for her. He was getting hungry and colder by the second. He slowly closed his eyes, hoping that she would be back soon.
Milo was wandering the forest, hoping to get back home sooner then later. He wanted to gather feathers for his newest flying machine. He happily patted the bag he put all the feathers in and wasn’t paying attention, tripping on something small and purple. He muttered something and slowly got up, spotting the tiny purple viscet. He frowned, noticing it was barely breathing. He gently touched it, noticing the tiny viscet was cold to the bone. Milo looked around before deciding to keep the little viscet warm when waiting for his parents to come back. He settled down, curling around the tiny viscet.
The day came and the tiny viscets parents were not back. Milo sighed and gently picked up the little viscet and carried him back to his workshop. The tiny viscet made a noise and snuggled into Milo. Milo smiled. “Well, kid…I guess…I guess your mine now.” He muttered, looking around for anything he could feed the little viscet with. He found some fruit and gently fed it to the viscet. “I’m gonna name you Nebula.” Milo smiled, getting attached to the little purple viscet already. “And your gonna be my son, and I’m gonna be the best dad!” he grinned, happily watching the little viscet he dubbed Nebula start to race around his workshop.
Nebula had grown up into a handsome purple viscet and was helping his dad fix something. “Dad…” he muttered, pondering. Milo peeked up from his flying machine. “Yes Nebula?” he asked. “….I love you.” He smiled. Milo smiled, gently ruffling his son’s head. “I love you too Nebs.”

[crackerbox_palace]

name; Astaria
gender; Female
what does this viscet remind you of?
A night in the hill country of Texas, the stars shine so brightly.
short story;

Astaria was born in the hill country of Texas, known as Blanco. She got her name from the scene she was born in, The beautiful hill country at night time. "Astaria, I will name her." Her mother said in a soft voice. Astaria grew up loving astronomy. That is her hobby now. Though she is too scared to be an astronaut,
She still wants to work for NASA, at least an employee. Astaria has a very big dream, considering she's
just a country girl with hardly anything, and barely enough money to live. Astaria eventually grew up
and left her parents. (100 word mark)Astaria wandered off into the dangerous country woods. It was cold and dark in the country, but the stars guided her. That night she slept in a tree near a ranch. Dawn soon arose and it got warmer. Astaria knew the times of day because she was such an astronomer. All she had to do was look at the sun's position, and she would be set. Astaria followed a strange dusty brown path. Bad choice for our little Astaria, because she was being led right directly to a hunter's cabin. Astaria had noticed it a bit too late, and there were consequences. Astaria crept up near the hunter's house with no clue what was going to happen. All she heard was a boom when she felt an extremely sharp pain in her lower tail. She had been shot. Astaria ran and ran, barely keeping her balance because of her tail injury. Astaria leaped into a tall tree and disappeared from the hunter's
sight. She was still alive and breathing, but very drowsy. Astaria fell asleep, shortly after looking at the stars as usual. She had a dream about being a NASA worker. She woke up and grumbled at the thought of it only being a dream. But Astaria had hope, and her dream eventually came true. A nice human came up to her. And by Astaria's luck, the human worked at NASA and they both lived happily ever after, studying the stars and watching eclipses.

More than 300 words, I just stopped counting at 300 lol

[Con-fused]

name; Nova
gender; male

he reminds me of stars, especially the little dots of purple, and the purple reminds me of jellyfish for some absurd reason. I don't really have a reliable answer as to why, but I love the markings and color nonetheless. c:
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The world almost looks different, more mysterious, at midnight. Tonight, the stars are shining bright. Even the luminous moon, gazing serenely from the sky, cannot outshine the twinkling stars. There's no noise, no lights on save from the natural ones lighting up the sky. I slip out of the house with only a soft blanket around my shoulders, padding down the deserted street as quietly as possible.

Midnight is often referred to as the witching hour, a magical time where fantastical creatures roam. Even though it's really bright tonight, that's still totally believable. Impulsively, I glance into the shadows in a tentative way, checking for movement. I feel kind of silly for doing so, but nighttime makes everything more mysterious no matter how bright the stars may be.

I reach the boulder I like to sit on and reflect sometimes, it's there where I spread my single blanket out and lie down, gazing at the stars. I'm curious to know more about them, but right now I'm content to just imagine my own constellations and patterns in the sky. Perhaps, though, I can find a viscet who can teach me, one day, about the proper names of the stars I hold so dear.

To my left, in the sky, there is a really bright star. To me, it and the stars surrounding form a sort of crown shape, reminding me of my younger sister. In times past, I loved to create plays for us two to act out, and I would always be some sort of knight or hero saving her, the princess. I remember they were always very cliche but we both adored our parts. Over time we developed characters of our own that we would roleplay as, she was a wise and powerful princess with the power of magic and a crown woven of stars, and I was a knight clothed in deep black armor and a purple banner to match my coat. We enacted many adventures and I think it was then that I became interested in writing poems and songs, although I had no formal training, for I concocted countless rhyming spells for my younger sister.

Perhaps it is time for me to seek the knowledge that I've always longed for, to learn and study, to finally act upon my words, to reconcile with my beloved sister. Perhaps this dark and mysterious, yet shining hour of midnight can inspire me to do so.

[Jaskiest]

name; leila
gender; female
what does this viscet remind you of? A kaleidoscope
short story: once upon a time, in a land far, far away, lived a child. A child who was afraid of the dark. Though she had the galaxy in her fur and the moon in her eyes, the moment the sun set she grew fearful and agitated. Yet it wasn't what may lurk her that terrified her so, but the powerlessness she felt. Her night vision was atrocious, and not even a hundred carrots could fix it. She hated that she could not see the moon that her eyes were so often compared to, nor the nebulas she had been told lived in her pelt. And her hatred turned to fear, because what if these comparisons were mocking? What if the moon was ugly, and the galaxies dull? She was a vain little child, you see, her striking colouration drawing many comments over her short life time. But more than that was the lack of knowledge, the knowing that no matter how quickly she had learnt to read or how many gold stars her maths homework received, there were things that intelligence alone could not discover. So one night, she tiptoed through the house and out of the door, determined that somehow she would gain an image of the night or die trying (she was always rather dramatically inclined).
"Mr Moon!" She called up to the sky, squinting in the hope of making up what she was shouting at, but to no avail. "I want to see you!"
"Why can't you?" Came the reply. Puzzled, because for all her theatrics she hasn't really expected the moon to reply, she spun around to see a young servant boy, looking as confused as she was.
"Well, I can't see too well in the dark - it's too far away, and not bright enough," she explained frankly. The boy pondered her dilemma for a moment, before scampering off with a triumphant "Aha!" and returning with a bucket of water.
"Look in here," he told here. "Look in here, and you'll see the stars."
So she bent over the bucket eagerly, looking forward to her first glimpse of the night, but saw only herself.
"Don't go so close," chided the boy. He took her paw and guided her so that she no longer blocked the moon's reflection. She gasped.
"It's beautiful!" she breathed. And in that moment, she realised it was not just the moon she spoke of - she spoke of the boy's kindness, too.

[Mint Chip]

currently 8 completed and counted forms.
only 2 more before the contest ends c:

[funderful;;]

name; bellatrix female warrior
gender; female she/her pronouns, bisexual
what does this viscet remind you of?; actually, this viscet reminds me of the mysterious things in life, or those unanswered questions in our lives. for example, we like to ask ourselves why did we come to this world? what do our dreams mean? why can't our imagination be a reality? life is mysterious, but in the end, we'll find out the truth.
short story;
running through the fields of the moorland, what seemed like a banner of star-like speckles sped through the tufts of green grass, following the flying beacon in the night sky. i can't stop.. i have to follow it! the beacon didn't seem to stop at all, flying past through the stars around it without care, heading to one and one only direction. it never seemed to stop, but the viscet was determined. young bellatrix was pushing herself further, pumping her long legs harder so they could accelerate her speed even more. however, no matter how hard she tried to go faster, the beacon in the sky didn't seem to slow down- it was like a bullet! no.. i have to keep running, no matter what! this comet.. it means something! it's leading me somewhere! then, to her satisfaction, the comet seemed to slow down.. but suddenly, a brand of white light flashed before her eyes, blinding her almost instantly.. and a hard spasm shook the world around her, followed by a voice ringing out from the distance..

[Thoth]

name; Elli

gender; Female

what does this viscet remind you of? Grape Soda

short story; The horses pounded at the sandy shore. Their rider's spurs urged them faster. The men were yelling at each other, hurry up and move faster! One horse tripped over their its feet, sending their rider flying. This tripped up three more horses within the herd, and they were left behind as the others sped onward.
The scene was chaos.
"I can't do this!" a young man cried, clutching for dear life to his mount's reins.
A fierce looking older man turned to view him. "Do you want to lose your life, boy?" he shouted out, spittle flying from his mouth.
The young man gazed at him with tears in his eyes. He was knocked out of this stupor as his horse lost footing for a split second. The young rider blinked away the tears and set his jaw.
A terrible, harsh roar filled the ears of every man and every steed. The horses went wild with their whining and the men desperately tried to block out the sound. It was deafening.
"Wait! Wait! Wait! Help us! Please!" The four horses and the four men that had been tripped up earlier in the ride were still trying to catch up with the group. But their pleas were useless. The group set off quickly as the roar died down, leaving the four men behind yet again.
The dragon was ugly and mangled. More importantly, it was angry. Very angry. It rose into the sky, wings furiously beating at the air. Sand flew in every direction. The horses and men were once again halted as they lost their vision. The air was full of screaming and crying and whinnying. The dragon prepared its fire, belly aglow as the flames in its stomach grew.
And then Elli awoke. She blinked the sleep from her eyes and peered around. Everything was in place. It was just a dream. She let out a quiet sigh and lay her head back down. I should really start writing these down. she thought, as she drifted off into yet another action-packed dream.

[crackerbox_palace]

Hello,
I'm a tad concerned about me being COPPA so my posts take a long time to approve,
so could the judjing begin in a few hours after the last forms are finished?
I already posted but it has to approve.

[-Shaded-]

Good luck everyone <3
that's 10 forms!!! <3 <3

[Mint Chip]

Good luck everyone <3
that's 10 forms!!! <3 <3

Actually there's still one form open. because the minimum word count is 300. c: