[TheScamperPony]

To get this baby all you gotta do is write a name and gender make me some form of art{which includes actually drawing art, literature, tales, stories, peotry, music, info, personalities, etc etc etc. :]}. Have fun with it guys! ^^

Name: Not complicated and hard to say like supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. x] Simple, elegant, natural, light.
Gender: Male. No changing.

Judging Sunday, March 18, 2012.

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[b]Gender[/b]: Male
[b]Your Art[/b]:

[broodingtulip]

Purdy one, scamps XD

[TheScamperPony]

Thank you! <3

[broodingtulip]

Name: Cheetah
Gender: Male
Your Art:
The Tale of the....*duh duh duh* SPOTS *starts off book like*

"Listen up, young ones. I have a tale to tell." Mary said. She had volunteered to teach the children of her little villiage all of the legends and myths. Even if some did haunt even the eldest. The children sat up straight. "We're listening!" Little Luis said. "You can't listen if you are talking." Mary said gently. "For this is a long story." Mary warned, and begain to speak.

"A long time ago, before the time of our little villiage, lived wild beasts. Not the wild beasts we see today. They were big, black, and plain. They were incredibly slow, and started to starve. They lived in groups, packs. They cared for the young and eldest. Well, they couldn't feed their young. The oldest of the pups, named Cheetah, was starving, as he gave each of the youngest his food. One day, he asked his mama, Panther,"Why are there no food?" his little tummy grumbled. "There is food, little one." she replied. "It's just to fast for us to catch." she hushed him by laying her tail on his shoulder. "Now go to sleep." she said gently. But Cheetah wasn't tired. He had a plan, and it was sneaky. He layed down and pretended to full asleep. Once he heard his mother's breath slow and steady, he knew she was asleep. He walked over to his sister. "Sabertooth; wake up." he nudged her. "Whatareyoudoingcantisleep." she mumbled, but sat up. "We're going on an adventure. Be quiet." she shot up, and was now fully awake. "Where are we going?" she asked. "The forest. Now hurry before they hear us." he guided her out. They walked quitely along to the forest, the air chilly and crisp. "Wait. What are we going to do?" Sabertooth suddenly halted, her sharp teeth glistening. Cheetah suddenly remembered why she was named Sabertooth. "We're going to train. We;re going to be faster and stronger." he held hishead high. Sabertooth felt uncertain. "I don't know, cheetah. I'm going back." she walked away. "OK. Don't worry; I won't let you starve!" Cheetah called to her. In response, she flicked her tail. He continued to walk on. When he was near the forest, the air started to feel shaky, and the ground beneath his paws begain to shake. He ran as fast as he could, which is pretty slow, to the forest. He could hide easily in night with his plain black coat, but what would he do if he got lost? He had only been there once. But Cheetah walked on, determined to save his pack. After the quake, he trained every night for a moon, running to the lake and back again. When he was soon fast, a month later, he headed back for his pack. He tried to get out of the forest, wich was big and full of trees whose canopies touched the sky, but he never found his way back. That is, until a year later. He had found his way back to his home. He searched through, thoroughly. He checked every crack, but noone or nothing was there. He howled to the moon. After being in the sun so much, his pelt had turned into a brown coat, and various spots had soon appeared. He had found the remains of Sabertooth. He wailed aloud. He soon, also found the remains of Mountain, the beast he had loved. His pelt had then grown black markings from his depression." she had finished the tale, leaving the children wide eyed. "Wow. That is sad. What were the beasts?" Rosa had asked. "Kuchos. They still live. And legend has it, on the new moon, when the moon is lost in the sky, you can hear Cheetah, the fastest, running throught the trees in desperation to find his lost loved ones." Mary sighed. The villiage has been through alot, and Cheetah has to, so it seems.

Hope you don't mind me entering

[TheScamperPony]

'Course I don't mind! x] I'm glad you're entering. <3

[dogshrimp]

GIMMMEE!!!! lol, jk, I be enterin'
Name:Theseus
Your Art: none yet e-e you wait for this

[TheScamperPony]

xD I'm glad you like. ^^

[Ranua]

Name ;; Tevron
Gender ;; Male
Ive decided to apply by making quotes that relate to him and poems. :3

The artistry of attraction is not perfected by the
individual subject that is to be considered beautiful,
but the spectator them-self.
-HollowedAngel

-WIP-

[TheScamperPony]

HDDDD! 8D

[Ranua]

PFFFFFFT But of course, da pimp herself
(<333333333 u ^^ )