[Paints]

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Name: Isha
Gender: Male
Story: (800 words max) res w/ lightning storm & tornado.

"Goodnight mother!" I called out as she tucked me in.
"Goodnight Isha, sleep well." My mother gently shut the door. As soon as I heard her walk down the stairs I leapt out of bed to grab my phone on the other side of the room. A little late night gaming wouldn't hurt anyone now would it? I'll only be 30 minutes...
30 minutes later, Isha was still on his phone, sitting upright in bed with concentration on his face. He was determined to defeat his enemy. An hour later, he hid under the covers as he heard his mother trudge up the stairs towards her bedroom. When he was certain she was asleep he pulled out his phone and began to play again.

There was suddenly a crash from the window. Isha had to strain himself to not cry out in shock at the rumbling happening outside. He hid back underneath his silky bedsheets as his room litup with a brilliant white light. The rumbling and flashing continued on as the lightning storm lit up the night. After a while, Isha peeked out from his covers and looked at the window. Fear and terror immediately turned into fascination as he heard the thunder outside and saw the night sky. He walked to the window and stared out at the city. It was peaceful and quite... Then lightning struck, and he saw it hit an abandoned shack in the distance. Isha screamed at the sudden fire and smoke drifting into the night sky. His mother came running in to check on him, and Isha buried himself into his mothers side. She led him to the bed at they sat there together as Isha wept his fright away.
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[pim]

Pimprite • Quinton "Qui" • Male

Story: wip!

[.zombie]

Username:- grr.

Name:- Charliee

Gender:- Male

Story:- finished

Charlie’s dusty chestnut paws sank into the snow as he made his way into the dense forest. His mother’s warnings of the dangers found in the forest escaped his mind completely- he had strayed from the den only a few minutes ago, and he already felt like a free kit!

Charlie averted his eyes to the beautiful scenery around him. An orchestra of songbirds, their performance containing harmonic highs and lows, filled the kits ears in a beautiful symphony. Magnificently large evergreen trees overflowing with crisp, sparkling snow formed a concave roof of green above him. Charlie’s eyes widened with awe as he spotted a silver cottontail nipping on a scrap of grass, scampering into the speckled –white bushes as it was frightened by the sound of Charlie’s footsteps. The kit tramped through the snow, giggling softly at his mother’s remarks. The forest was not dangerous, it was wonderful!
Suddenly, a potent scent seized his small nose. Curious, Charlie casually looked behind him- only to find a large chestnut-furred creature a few feet away from him, its large black eyes staring directly at the small kit. This bear was larger than he’s ever seen, Charlie could clearly see the ripples of muscle under its amber fur.

As if instinct, the bear opened its jaws in a throaty rumble, lumbering towards Charlie’s petrified body.

“Oh no.”, he thought.

Charlie didn’t hesitate for a second- he turned around in a panic, darting away from the bear as fast as he physically could. He dashed around trees, over logs, trying oh so desperately to move his little paws faster, but the small kalon knew that he was no match for the endurance of the bear.

All of the sudden, the kit felt large claws rake across his back. The bear had caught up. Charlie turned around in a frenzy as the bear launched another set of attacks, piercing the kalons small, fragile chest.

The charge was so powerful that Charlie was thrown a few feet opposite the spot he had been standing only a few moments ago. Unable to cope with the pain, he plopped onto the fluffy snow, as the metallic stench of his own blood filled his senses. Focusing his attention on a small silver cottontail, nibbling on a scrap if grass across the snowy field, he took his last breath, smiling as he remembered his mother’s words.

"The forest is dangerous, my dear"...




The world went black, and Charlie felt the ground cave under him. Suddenly, he was standing beside his own limp brown body, which stood out like a sore thumb against the silver snow. He saw the bear trudge away into the distance, unaffected by what had just happened. Charlie sighed, feeling a sense of hopelessness as he stepped away from the scene, into the woods, where he was to stay forever.

From that day on, Charlie’s fur had turned a dull green, resembling the spongy moss which grew on the fallen tree-trunks of his home. His eyes were dark with exhaustion , the effect of the countless hours Charlie spends leading small, straying kits just like him out of the forest, His chest as well as his back bore the marks of the bear’s fatal strikes, something that would stay with him forever.
To this day, Charlie lives in the spirit world, where he sings, dances, and tells stories with all the other kalon spirits. All in all, Charlie finally had the chance to live as a free kit, but not in a way that he had previously imagined.



[i made the animation on flash cc, and it wouldnt upload, so i pasted the frames onto movie maker. thats why it isnt hd, im sorry.]
heres a short video i made, hope its better quality than the last one!!-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ND6C2AH_NeU&feature=youtu.be

[mikey]

Username: Sketchiimutt
Name: Declan (Deck-len)
Gender: Male
Story:
"Wait no! D-don't leave me behind!" He choked out, weakly dragging himself across the floor. HIs fur was mattered and dirty. Tears formed in his eyes, and fell down his cheeks as he broke out into a coughing fit. "D-don't leave.." He whispered, voice hoarse. He watched as the kalons walked out of the storage locker, their sillouhettes fading into nothiing. He slammed his head to the ground, tears pouring down his face.

His ears were filled with the sounds of battle outside, the screams and cries of kalons were ear piercing. After days of these noises Declan had become deaf to these cries of pain, he'd pushed his feelings down. He had become numb, tough as stone. He knew it was unhealthy, but at that point he was loosing his sanity at an alarming rate.

Declan had spent around four days recovering from the injury he had aquired. It was painfully long. He wasn't actually sick, an infection had gotten into the deep wound on one of his back legs. It stung badly, and since there was a rather alarming lack of hyghygieneiene there was no way to possibly treat the wound.

He had began to feel better, his wound still ached and looked rather disgusting. Suddenly a bang on the storage locker made him jump. It began to lift up, the groaning from the zombie kalons made him shiver in fear for his life.

quickly he crept over to the boxes, his leg dragging behind. He poked his head through the small opening in the storage locker that was in the back. He looked back and spotted the kalon coming for him. As quickly as he could, Declan pulled himself through earning a painful collection of cuts and bruises along the way.

And this had resulted in his scariest experience yet.

The sky was darkening as night approached. Declan looked around fearfully, if night fell before he could find shelter, he may have his life cut short. Hiding as much as he possibly could he tried to find somewhere to hide.

The small feeling of hope was soon replaced by a feeling of dread as heavy as led that hung in his stomach. He tried to push his fears away. The moonlight barely illuminated the ground as he crawled into a bush.

He pressed his mouth into his paws to muffle his breathing. And just as he thought that he was safe, he felt something paw at his basically paralyzed hind leg.

Declan yelled and kicked out with his good leg jumping up. He pulled his weapon from the small holder and attacked taking down the brain dead creature in seconds. He sat panting and looking down at the horrific scene.

His fur was stained red and the feeling of dread grew much stronger.

Night passed slowly and soon dawn came. With a sigh of relied he stretched out and prepared for another day of living terror.
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Declan acts like a leader.
He loves to make plans for others.
Grew cold hearted
Quirks;
- He has developed a fear of the dark
- He snaps a lot (angry bean)
- Suffers from insomnia
- Suffers from Sleep Paralysis
- Hallucinates
- Talks to himself often
- Trust issues
Personality;
Cold - Angry - Impatient - Leader

[sashiyaki]

bro mark

[rustyroxy]

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Story: (800 words max)
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[pilotlight]

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Story: (800 words max)
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[mastergirl7]

Username:[mastergirl7/b]
[b]Name:sugarush
Gender:female
Story:the silent shadows danced across the walls floorboards creaking underneath paw steps ,sugarush huddled in a corner not knowing where she was scared sad alone then suddenly the door flung open sugarush jumped a tall black figure stood in front of her "hello" she called "can you help me I don't know where I am could you tell me how to leave and..." the figure put his paw up "shhhh my precious child" the chilling voice said that sent shivers down her spine " leave why would you want to leave?" The voice spoke again "nobody is leaving nobody!" And with that he turned around and shut the door then she heard a click and realised he locked the door sugarush's instincts kicked in she started screaming "HELP HELP THERES A SYCOPATH WHO HAS LOCKED ME IN HEAR!" no voice spoke no one came all hope looked dim. Wait a minute what was that sound she turned around to see a crack of light between some stones a panting noise was outside then with a mighty heave the wall came down there standing in front of her was a dog and from that day she never will go near the woods where that house was. (800 words max)
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[apricotflyer]

res

[mikey]

Good luck everyone!!