[not a talking cat]

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hai there! my username is clannad.,but you're free to call me clanny or clan! or anything similar to clannad. if it makes you more comfortable ^-^ i also go by c or just clannad,sometimes even single letters. but this isn't about my username,it's about this handsome,smexy beast!
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this smexy boy's name will be; ライム
{Raimu}
{Lime}
he also goes by L or green,because of his color. he doesn't really like his color since he is very noticeable,and most kia's think he's 'uncool' and such. he tries to ignore it,but he usually can't because every time he does something,it's easy for him to see what his color is.
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ライム in english means;


1. A spiny evergreen shrub or tree (Citrus aurantifolia), native to Asia
and having leathery leaves, fragrant white flowers, and edible fruit.
2. The egg-shaped fruit of this plant, having a green rind and acid juice used as flavoring.


apparently a lime is a citrus\edible fruit that is native to Asia
and has leathery leaves,and a fragrant of white. it grows on
spiny evergreen shrubs or trees.
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lime is a male because of his colors and because of his personality. he acts more immature and does nothing but trouble,you can read more below.
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Lime's personality is outrageous. he loves to fool around and have fun,sometimes he goes overboard. his favorite thing to do is get a sack of limes and cut them open,then squeeze them on other kiamara's backfur,then run away laughing. his hobby is to stay inside and look out the window,thinking of who his next prey should be. he also has an appetite for food,every time he sees something delicious,he stuffs it into his face and doesn't care about the mess or who's it was.
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Lime's favorite item is... a certain lime he has. it doesn't go rotten for some reason,and he named it after himself,except with a -y at the end. he named this lime 'Lime-y' and he treasures it. it's a real lime,one he doesn't use to play tricks on kiamara's.
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١ . loves collecting limes and caring for them
Ձ . playing tricks on people\kiamara's; fooling them
૩. eating a lot of food and not getting fat
મ. reading tons of manga and watching a lot of anime.
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more coming soon!
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[.~Oranges~.]

Username: .~Oranges~.

Name: Apple

Gender: male

Likes:
- Chocolate ( HE LOVES CHOCOLATE )
- Sweets
- Roller costers
- Attraction parks
- Fruits & Vegetables
- Water
- Nature
- Friendship
- Green, Black & White
- Sushi
- Roller skates & skate
- Puzzles
- Logic games
- Food fight
- Reading
- Sport

Dislike:

- Red, pink
- Kiamaras that judge others too quickly
- Jalous kiamaras
- Pizza, burgers
- Home work
- Kiamaras that tell you what to do all the time
- Carrots
- Computer

Questions:

Your favourite drink sir?

" Well, my favourite drink would have to be water. You see, I try to be healthy. "

Your favourite food?

" I would say Apples? I mean, it fits my name. I go crazy for Apples. Green ones are my favourite. "

Favourite colour? Purple? White?

" The last one is right! My favourite colour is white. I do like green, and black "

Sir, are you a social person?

" I got to say I am. I love making new friends. Social is me. "

What is your favourite sport?

" Sprints is my favourite sport. I love running. I also love cross country "

Your favourite sushi?

" Tuna and Avocado is my favourite. I do love a lot of sushi. But.... " * thinks hard * " Yep. Tuna Avocado "

What about what you think about life?

" To me, life is like a roller coster. Their is ups, and downs. You cannot do any thign about it. You have to accept it. Most people don't undestand this. They get irritated, upset, angry at life. Honestly, you have to think straight: a bad moment comes, a good one will come later. "

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Mmmhmm yupo reserved <33

[Rivkah]

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hello there, it's Rivkah here. I am a geeky owner of three Kiamaras, and I wish for this lovely Kia to be my fourth. I have thought him over so many times in my head and I'm pouring my heart out for him, giving it my all because whether it's me or not, this boy deserves a loving home and I intend to try my best.

name; I would name this lad Finnegan. Finnegan is a transferred use of the Irish surname, which is an Anglicized form of the Gaelic Ó Fionnagáin (descendant of Fionnagán). Fionnagán is a diminutive form of Fionn (fair); hence the meaning,"fair one."

gender; male. and let me tell you, I am incredibly happy you decided to say he should be male instead of female, because I just couldn't see this one as anything else.

age; since he is a fully grown Kiamara I would suppose his set age begins at four years, equal to four human months, I believe. mentally, however, he would be about twenty three in human years.

nationality; as his name suggests, Finnegan is Irish in descent, having even been born in the country. it's very ironic, considering the green hues of his fur match that of his isle

orientation; I've always imagined - for when I acquire him - that Finnegan would be homosexual. c:

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reserved and antisocial

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Finnegan separates himself from others by choice. It's not that he hates other Kiamaras, he simply prefers to be alone. Quiet is essential for his focus and comfort, and noisy situations tend to irritate and distress him. Naturally an introvert, he tends to have a better time with only a few people around him at once.

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quiet and thoughtful

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Thanks to his introversion, Finnegan believes that it is nice to preserve quiet in a world where everyone is talking. Therefore he appreciates silence, and usually won't spoke unless spoken to nor give more detail than necessary. He's very logical and sees things from a rational point of view, but he can be quite creative when he wants to be.

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bookish and earnest

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Finnegan might not be the most willing to talk, but he is willing to learn and willing to please. Always doing his very best and meaning well even if it doesn't seem that way, Finnegan aims to make those he cares about happy. He can be brutally honest and that often offends people; he often can't distinguish between books and reality.

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geeky and awkward

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As stated before, Finn is really not good with people. So, in conversation, he can be one to stutter or say the wrong thing and come off as weird. He prefers nature to Kiamaras, being obsessed with certain things such as botany, the study of plants. For instance, he could go on for hours about how a beach habitat would erode much more quickly if not for the trees and grass to hold the sand in place.

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silly and sweet

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When around the small handful of friends he possesses, Finnegan becomes a little less reserved. He can be playful, silly, and always a bit childish. He's never really been the mature type anyway, whether it be with his geeky love of botany or how giggly he is around his buddies. This side, however, is rare to see unless you're good friends with him.

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... or two, or three. but they won't be more than 500 words a piece, I promise.

a story of his childhood;

Finnegan ambled along through the vast, rolling hills of Ireland; he would not be here much longer, as he would be leaving his home to gravitate to other places with more Kiamaras. He needed the socializing, as shy as he was. So as it was his last day before his traveling, he had decided to take a long walk and really take in what he could of the landscape and imprint it into his memory. Of course he would come back to visit, but he had to see more of the world. As he walked, the cool, dewy grass of the morning contented him, until something less comfortable hit his paw pads.

"Ouch!"

Lifting his paw, his eyes widened as he saw a little spiny ball where his paw had been. After a moment a little face peeked out of it; a little European hedgehog! They were a common animal in Ireland's wildlife. He peered down, saying softly, "Sorry little guy, I didn't see you there." It squeaked, curling tighter out of fear, and he nuzzled it, the little spines not as harmful now that he was careful. It eventually became less tentative, sticking its little nose out and touching it to his muzzle. This was amusing, as it reminded him a lot of himself, being as shy and introverted as he was. He leaned down, and it crawled onto his shoulder, squeaking pleasantly. "You wanna stay with me, buddy?" he asked with a grin, hoping for a companion for his trip out of Ireland. Finn tilted his head as it squeaked, making itself comfortable in his fur. With a little laugh, he said warmly, "I'll take that as a yes!"

Frowning, he murmured, "However, I think you need a name." Blinking, he tilted his head, thinking through all of the Gaelic he knew - Gaelic being his country's main language other than English. "Hmm, your spines are sharp... how about Géar?" He felt silly suggesting it, as Géar literally translated right to "sharp." However, the hedgehog seemed to like it and squeaked appreciatively. "Alright then," he said with a laugh, resuming his walk. "We're going to see the world together, little buddy!" Happy with this thought, he paid close attention, occasionally whispering to the hedgehog, though it could only respond in little squeaks. This was perfectly fine with him, as he never talked much to begin with.

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a story of him and his best friend;

The two Kiamaras lay around lazily by the lake, panting slightly as they had just had a race to see who could make it there first. "I definitely won," the Irish male said arrogantly, breathing a little heavily still. "No way! I won!" interjected Ocean Sunset. "You think you won because you got a head start, cheater," teased Finnegan, ears twitching slightly. A little hedgehog poked out from his mane, squeaking in displeasure over being forced to ride Finn while he ran. He yelped a little as the hedgehog bit him, and gently set him on Ocean.

"Oh gosh will he bite me?" the Kiamara said nervously, and Finn laughed. "No, he just did it to me because he's jealous of you." "Why?" his best friend questioned at this explanation. "Because," the green one smirked, "you're stealing all of the attention~" Then, abruptly, the other reached out his paws and tugged at the corners of Finn's mouth. "Stop smirking!" This made Finnegan smirk harder and he said, voice muffled by the paws on his muzzle, "Never!"

Finnegan pounced on his best friend, and to avoid being squashed, his hedgehog grabbed onto his tail. Bapping Ocean's nose, he said cheerfully, "You're really silly." Then, seriously, Ocean pushed him off and asks, "Do you like me?" ... "What do you mean? As in like like? Or what do I like about you? Because I do." The usually silent Kiamara talked in such a way that it simply confused both of them more. "No," Ocean said indignantly, rolling his eyes. "Like, how do you like me period?" Finn narrowed his eyes playfully. "How should I know? I've never really had a lot of friends. You were just... there." The summer-colored Kia just stared at Finn, and he grinned awkwardly. "Okay, okay, that's enough, you're giving me a headache," Ocean complained playfully.

"Hey, I learned Gaelic before English; unless you want me to describe it for you in Gaelic, I'm afraid --" the goofy ramble was cut short as his best friend clamped his muzzle shut with his front paws. "Shh, seriously." The Irish Kia grinned, licking his cheek once the paws were off his muzzle. "Sorry, I was talking too much, wasn't I?" He laid back lazily, and Géar suspiciously poked his little head out of his tail fur, wondering if the coast was clear. Yawning, Finn flicked his ears and stretched his front paws, lazy thanks to the race. "I think that's an understatement," the other said sarcastically, biting his ear before relaxing beside him. Then they just sat in silence, and both of them were glad to stop talking for just a moment. It was a beautiful day, they had to be quiet to enjoy it.

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thank you to little for helping me develop this story idea <3

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Finnegan's feather's come from the blue mockingbird. His
mother believed that your feathers are chosen in an almost
spiritual fashion. Like some destiny chooses the feathers
for you. She had been teaching him how to hunt when he
pounced on a blue mockingbird. however, not wanting to
bring bad luck, she stopped him from eating it. The bird
in return gave him six of its feathers, which his mother
tied to his tail, wrist, and neck, also piercing his ear
with them. He's kept them around ever since, and because
of this, whenever he's hunting, he avoids eating birds.

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This guy was born and raised in the country of Ireland.
He's used to rolling hills, serious squalls, and green...
everywhere. His life in the isle was modest, but
fruitful. He learned a great deal about surviving, life,
botany, animals, and history. the only thing he did not
happen to learn, was firsthand experience when it came
to the world. So, when he was just a teenager and no
longer dependent upon his parents, he set out on a long
journey to America. He still holds his country close to heart.
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As mentioned before, once Finnegan was self-sufficient, he
traveled from the country he had known all of his life to one
of untold glory and discovery. he wanted to see more of the
world around him, and so he made his way to America. As
his country his part of the British Isles, a group of
islands, he had quite a bit of work to do. It wasn't easy to
find a human ferry to hitchhike on, but he managed to do
so and made a straight trip across the Atlantic Ocean in
order to reach the East Coast of the United States. From
there, he found his home in a forest not far from the coast,
as he wanted to be able to travel back to Ireland with not
much work to get across the states.

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the detailed account of Finnegan's first encounter with
his hedgehog companion is above. He happened upon him
by accident right before he had found safe passage to his
current home in America. He took the little creature with
him, and to this day they are always together. As you will
find in the "things to know" section under fun facts, Géar
is always with him, whether visible or not. Sometimes, he
is so quiet and inactive - whether sleeping or not - that
even Finn himself forgets that the little hedgehog is with
him. This can result it pain on both their parts, because
Finnegan ends up sitting or lying down on him!
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Finnegan travels back, once a year, to the land he calls
home. He takes the same route he took to get to his
current home in the United States; across the Atlantic.
He always makes sure to stay for a week or two at the
least, wanting to catch up in how the country - and his
former area of living specifically - has grown since he
left. It brings back a lot of nostalgia and he never misses
a year. His hedgehog buddy, who travels with him always,
accompanies him on this journey, as he too is excited to
see the land he was born in. Finnegan has yet to take
anyone with him to his homeland, but he doesn't have
the selfish need to keep it all to himself. When he finds
a friend - or someone more - that he knows will appreciate
the beauty of Ireland, he will take them. In fact, he
already has one in mind, but that's something you'll have
to guess on, unfortunately.

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Finnegan lives in a small forest not far from the east coast
of the United States. Part of the reason he does this is so
it is not perilous to return home to Ireland. Unlike some who
live in dens, Finn has made a fort-type place, living above
ground in a wide clearing, which contains a meadow. This
place isn't too far from where his best friend, Ocean, lives,
and he's happy with that. His other friends consist of simply Bai,
Nanaue, and Alexis, and of course there's Géar. However, being
so introverted means he doesn't need a lot of social workings
and is perfectly fine with a simple three Kiamara friends and
and animal companion. After all, he's more of one to avoid
the overall population of his species, so it's encouraging to
know that at least he can depend on these four friends.
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friends; his best friend is little's Ocean Sunset, then there's Loenna's Alexis, Inky.'s Bai, and Kiwi in a Bottle's Nanaue.
companions; his hedgehog buddy Géar.
parents; his parents weren't very close with him besides raising him.
siblings; he was an only child.
crush; a minor one on Ocean. ewe

theme song; Queen's Keep Yourself Alive. The reason for choosing this song is that Finnegan does what he needs to be self-sufficient, never giving himself luxuries he does not feel he deserves. He has learned over time that you don't get things just given to you, you have to earn them. Not only that, just because you have accomplished something does not mean that you get a greater reward. This has made him who he is, keeping quiet unless speaking is absolutely necessary.

fun facts;
▻ Being childish, Finnegan still believes in things such as magic thanks to his books, despite how logical he can be at times.
▻ Finnegan's favorite tale is the Irish story "The Giant's Wife." It's both comedic and it teaches a lesson -- brains over brawn.
▻ Finnegan is an atheist, and despite his creativity, he doesn't see proof of some celestial being he should bow to.
▻ Finn is best friends with Ocean, they've always loves goofing off together.
▻ His companion, Géar the hedgehog, is with him all the time; if you don't see him, he's probably hiding in Finnegan's mane, tail, or riding on his back or between his shoulder blades. c;
▻ This Kiamara has a not-so-secret obsession with Irish soda bread and apple butter. ewe
▻ Finn's biggest pet peeve excessive talking/noise, which is why he avoids crowds.
▻ Shh, don't tell anyone, Finnegan is extremely ticklish, especially around his ribs and stomach.

his favorite plants;
photographed by myself, species researched by myself, from the gardens of my family and neighbors

xxx trees and bushes
an empire blue butterfly bush, a favorite of many butterfly species {x}
a lavender-pink crepe myrtle, his favorite type of tree {x}
fallen buds from the above crepe myrtle tree {x}
a ruby-colored crepe myrtle bush, a version of his favorite type {x}
a pinkish-red lilac bush that he has always been fascinated with {x}
a blooming pink hydrangea bush that he loves {x}
Finnegan's favorite type of evergreen tree, a douglas fir {x}

xxx flowers and other plants
yellow woodsorrel, a happy reminder of his homeland because they appear to be shamrocks {x}
black-eyed susan, a butterfly-attracting flower that is very common where he lives {x}
a pink flower that he is studying actively to find the species of {x}
an unknown, flowering red plant that he assumes to be a weed;
xxxxxhe drives himself crazy trying to identify it {x} {x}

to the right you will see another of his favorite flowers, a marigold.

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Username:
-AdventureTime-
But, everyone calls me -AT-
Name:
Límon
(pronounced Lee Mone)
Personality:
artistic | curious | brave | mischevious | gullible |
Artistic This boy shows a little piece if himself through every one of his paintings and art pieces. It's like a puzzle you have to piece together to find out what's inside.
Curious This boy likes to get out and explore the world. You can never get enough of this big ball of life. He especially loves to go out into forests where the moss is hanging off tree branches and the birds are singling live songs. He gets his inspiration from these small small things. And he loves it.
Brave Límon is not one to gt scared very easily and he'll take walks through some of the scariest parts of the world and only see the beauty of the things in the horrid place. I'd a twig snaps, he believes its him or a noctornal animal crawling on the floors of the "big ball of life."
Mischevious He does have a habit of sticking his nose where it doesn't belong. He often wanders off and goes to take a look on some one else's piece of land and eats all the fruit off the trees he can possible fit in his tummy.
Gullible This boy falls for anything and everything. If you tell him gullible is written on the ceiling, he'll look up. "Hey Límon, you dropped your pocket." And he'll look down to see if he really dropped his pocket. Pants, he doesn't wear them, so how could he have a pocket?
His most favored item:
It's a simple little item, that he calls his pride and joy,
His paint brush. The bottom is a dark blue and as it goes up it fades into a green.
Why?:
It's his most favored item because when he paints, he shows little pieces of him on them and he feels someone could know him better through his art. He loves to paint and he's not afraid to show it
Biggest fear:
His biggest fear is loosing his paint brush. He feels that he would loose himself if it disappeared. He doesn't ever want another one. Just that one. It was given to him as a young Kia. If he looses his paint brush, he looses his pride. As he told me. It's his pride and joy. As long as he has his paint brush, he can get through each day.
His favorite place to be:
Out in a forest. He loves the scenery, and that is where he gets his inspiration.
Story:
As a young Kiamara, I was always troubled. Something always troubled me. No matter if it was my parents, my art, or other Kiamaras picking on me at school. So something was always going on. But on the day I thought no wrong could happen, it did, like always. I ended up alone out in my favored area, my forest. What others call it scary and haunting, I called it beautiful and majestic. My friends left me because they were too scared of that wooden palace. But me, I just stepped right in and started wandering. I went to a place I normally go. And in my mouth, of course I carried my paintbrush. My beloved thing. I had hidden some paper and a hard flat... Thing in a hallowed out log deep deep into the woods. I called these woods, "The Secret Sanctuary." Kind of a suitable name right? It's where I found my peace and my inspiration. Where I found comfort. Most seek comfort from a blanket or a soft toy. But I found comfort in The Secret Sanctuary and my paintbrush. Most say a paintbrush isn't something you would find comfort in. But this is not true for me. Of course I'm the oddball out if everyone. I always have been. But I like it that way. Anyways, I found the log and brought out my paper and hard flat thing. A surface. My paint got pulled out too, and I dipped my brush lightly in the paint and started on my new piece.

A while later and I finished. It was a young kiamara sitting out on the horizon, alone and watching the sunset. I felt like I knew who I had painted, but I have never met her before. But I knew something important in my life was going to happen involving her. I painted a little piece of me in there. The sunset. I added a little bit of blue to the sky and I left the paper there for all to see. For the puzzle pieces to be pieced back together. For the troubles to stop. And I left it and my supplies, but took my brush, and I went deeper.
Art:

Special thanks to megkarma for the lovely art work!


This lovely art was by Coava! Thanks for the art!


And a big thank you to three. Thanks so much!

[allinian]

dropping out