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Reserve with the name Rhoda, a gypsy scammer/thief.

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[kafka]

Dropping out, although I do have art for the winner c:

[versicolor]

dropping out uwu

[geotalon]

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Please listen to this while you look over this form. There are no words, but it has an impact on her form.
Thank you for this opportunity! To view her form, please click the image.

[Sanara]

Posting for beautiful saves <3

[Foul]

hell IT'S TIMES LIKE THESE WHEN I WISH MY SLOTS WEREN'T FULL

[Puffee]

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Puffee

Why, hello! I'm Puffee, at your service. Please, call me Puf, Puff, or whatever else you please.


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Cammi

Cammi, pronounced cam-ee, is a French name meaning "free-born; noble". It is a variant of the name Camilla, who was the swift-running warrior maid in Virgils Aeneid.

I chose this name for the fact that I thought it suited her, but also because of its meaning. Despite the fact that her life was miserable, and she was anything but free-born, her parents named her this in hopes of her becoming as her name suggests.


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For the extra, I have decided to write a bit of an 'introduction' to my story, hence why I'm putting this first. It's basically just a bit of information on Cammi's past. There is a total of 250 words. Just click on the link above to view.


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Click on the link above to view my story. Or should I say, "her story". In case you are wondering, there is a total of 594 words in it.


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All art is done by myself, Puffee, as I believe it shows more effort and love towards the character.




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Thank you for looking over my form for this gorgeous gal. I give you the best of luck with judging, apple, and whomever else may be helping you judge. I'd also like to wish everyone else good luck, as I know this Kiamara will go to a loving home.

[lost in time.]

IN LOVE <3

Username;;

oO Lost In Time Oo

Name;;

Zara

Why I Look Like This

"You're not going to the movies today! I already told you, your brother isn't feeling well and you have to take care of him! Your mother's busy and I have to work so neither of us can do it," the tiger-striped kiamara –that’s who I got my stripes from- proclaimed as I sat there, unphased, sure I could convince him to let me leave.

"But mum's still in the house! And he can take care of himself! He's almost as old as me, for crying out loud!"

"Zara," my father responded seriously, "I know this isn't what you want but my decision is final, you are staying home."

"That's so unfair!” I complained, standing there with my arms crossed.

"It might be, but I have to go now, Zara. Be good. I'll be back in a couple of hours and then maybe you can go out," he responded lightly. I begrudgingly let him give me a kiss on the head before he disappeared out the front door. Little did I know, I would never see him again.

As soon as he was gone, I marched upstairs to my room. Opening the door, I noticed the pile of laundry sitting on my bed. Obviously, my mom had set it there for me to put away. Great. Well, I figured I might as well get started since I didn't have anything better to do. I began to sort through an array of colors.

After a couple of minutes of folding, I stumbled upon some grey, flannel fabric. One of my dad’s shirts. I smirked as I held the shirt in my paws. I knew exactly how I was going to get back at my dad for making me stay.

Looking back, I don't even know what the point was. I guess back then my rebellious 13 year-old self thought ripping up one of my dad's shirts would be the best way to get back at him. I should've just accepted his decision when he first made it. I shouldn't have argued with him in the first place.

I ripped my father's precious shirt into strips. Had he come home that evening, he might've been furious, or maybe not. I would never find out.

About an hour later, we got a call saying our father had been shot on his way to work and he would never be returning home. When mum told me, I was devastated.

I ran to my room and sat on my bed, crying. The last thing I'd done with my dad was fight. And I still feel guilty about it.
When I stopped crying enough to see properly, I realized that the shredded, blotchy, grey flannel was still sitting on my floor. I stared at them for a second and then went to pick them up. Both sleeves were still intact. I sat back down on my bed and counted the pieces. The flannel was soft to the touch and for some odd reason, it's warmth comforted me.

There were 9 strips of fabric in all. 5 of them were too small to do anything with but there was still one thicker strip and 3 slightly smaller ones. Quietly, I picked up the thicker one and tied my thick, black hair with it, like a bandana and then picked up one of the smaller ones and tied it around the base of my tail. I later on tailored the sleeves to make leg-warmers, and although it may have seemed like I was trying to make a fashion statement, it was really to remember him. To remember my dad.

(Exactly 600 words ^u^)

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Personality
The Key to Getting to Know a Character

Rebellious
Zara is definitely a rebellious teenager, though a little less since her dad died 6 years ago. She definitely does not like to go with the flow and doesn’t often follow trends –unless they’re cool of course. She hates people telling her what to do and sometimes does the opposite of what people tell her.

Pessimistic
Zara is not the most optimistic of kias. She can often be found ‘raining on someone’s parade’, as they say. If someone has big dreams, she’ll be the one to say, “Oh, well, that might not work out.” In the case that someone tell her to be more optimistic, she often just replies with “What? I’m just being realistic!” She can easily figure out when something isn’t going to succeed.


Leader
Zara knows her place and is willing to take it. She is naturally someone people look up to. She can figure out when she needs to step up and take charge because things are getting chaotic. If she has to argue to get through to you or to make her point she will gladly do it. She’s not afraid to step up and let her opinions be heard. This also makes her quite stubborn.

Guarded
Zara is very guarded with others because of her stressful past. She’s not quick to open up to others. She always needs to figure out whether a person’s trustworthy –which takes a long time- before let’s them get to know her. That’s why she doesn’t always get along very well with others. Zara likes to keep her friends close because she’s always afraid others are going to steal her friends. She doesn’t really have any acquaintances, usually she either likes a person or doesn’t –or she either opens up to a person or doesn’t.

(298 words <3)

Art;; (7 piece limit)

<--- By me.

<---Jumping in a puddle, Collab with Autumn~Wind.

<--- Headshot, By me.

<--- Human form, By me.

More to come!

Note:
All art is traditional because I was incapable of doing digital art in time for this contest. All the art is uncolored, which I apologize for) because first of all, I didn't really find the time to color it (I was gone 10 of the 20 days we had) and secondly, I seem to have a lack of pencil crayons in my house. ... I also just realized I forgot her feathers on pretty much all my art. Whoops.

[Cinnamon Vanilla]

I go by D o n ' t S t o p t h e M u s i c, also known as DStM, as well as Music, but I won't give much detail on me, as I'm not the important one here.

After much consideration, I've decided to name her I h m o l. (ihh-mool) Her colors represent a sunset to me, and Ihmol is sunset in Korean. I think it fits her very well.

As Ihmol was brushing her hair one morning, she noticed something. It wasn't much of a bother then, but she noticed how t h i n her hair had gotten near the ends. She assumed it was because of its recent growth, so she did not worry, but rather put it in a bun and went about her day. She next day, however, she was extremely annoyed with it. no matter what she tried, it didn't look quite right, thanks to the thin part at the bottom. She also noticed it in her tail. She paced back and forth in her living room, trying to figure out what to do, when her b e a d s that she was using to make a necklace fell off the table. She had bumped the table, so this was not much of a shock, so she began to pick them up, feeling flustered and frustrated as her hair fell in her face. As she was picking them up, she had an i d e a to use the beads to hold down her hair. She placed one bead in her tail, and it fit perfectly. She placed one in her bangs, two in her loose hair, and one in her neck hair. She marveled in the mirror at her creativity, then proceeded to pick up the rest of the beads.

I-Interesting; some people just can't understand her.
H-Hilarious; she has quite the sense of humor, but it may not be the nicest humor sometimes.
M-Marvelous;She is a wonderful person, rarely ever mean. However, some things just set her off, then a side comes out that no one wants to cross.
O-Observant; Always seeing things her friends didn't even know were there.
L-Loyal; She sticks to her word as much as possible, but things happen sometimes....

I am so sorry for butchering her design like this... I really can't draw, but I wanted to show how much I want her by doing this piece, which was hardddd bahh...I really hope you like it! I tried super super hard!


Also, Apple, my story is not meant at all to bash your amazing artwork, it's just the only thing that made sense to me. Please don't be offended!

[Froas]

I have decided to drop out of this competition. It's not that I don't want this baby girl,
I just don't think I could give her all the love she needs </3 To all who enter for her good luck