[Chomp]

Congratulations Narv & Night!

[winkatuck]

simply lovely <3 good luck guys!

wonderful designs as always chomp ;D

[DecafBunny]

Name:
Personality: (at least two paragraphs; please add both strengths and flaws!)
Current Status: (in a colony, looking for a mate, etc)
Other: (whatever you like here!) wip

[boxcarr]

Art drawn by me. <3

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Name: Djin [Pronounced like 'Dinner', minus the 'er']
Personality: Djin is a bit of an oddball. He's not too weird, but he's not very good with social skills... He doesn't really like being around other Wishflies, but if he isn't around them, he gets lonely. It's a love-hate relationship really, and he just can't win. He deals with this by keeping a somewhat permanent lookout over his colony, thusly being near them all, but not too close at the same time. Perfection. Too bad he's not actually all that good at watching. He's got some form of ADHD, and he can't sit still for very long. He spends his time searching for shiny things, and he hoards pop-can-tabs. If he sees one, it instantly becomes his main priority to retrieve it. He keeps one around his neck on a piece of string he found, but all the others go right to his stash. He found an old bird's nest in a thorn bush. Nice and deep, and great for hiding things in.
His strengths are: keeping a very organized hoard, being nice [if you can get through to him, he'll even offer food to you occasionally], having a strong sense of direction, lots of medicinal knowledge [so he doesn't have to get help from anyone else], and being able to be on his own for a while [but not completely on his own].
His weaknesses are: social skills, obsessively collecting pop-can-tabs, often not eating for long stretches of time, ADHD, and general neediness.
Current Status: He is currently in a colony, but probably doesn't want to take up a mate anytime soon... If someone can manage to approach him without him fluttering off, they might have a bit of a chance. Very small chance though.
Other: If we're allowed to add accessories, I'd like him to wear a shiny pop-can-tab on a string around his neck. c:
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Dropping out. I'm too in love with #5...
Good luck to you all, and may the winner really love this guy. <3
Coming back in. ;A; I love this little guy too much to not even try for him... I'm re-entering then. That alright with you, Chomp? '^^

[Zwallow]

Dropping out <3 Good luck all of you~

[Robyn Hode.]

Name:

Mal

Personality:

Mal in many ways is strong he is great at flying and he is tough but he is also a dreamer which is a weakness for him and since he is he never does anything he should do. Mal loves his family and would do anything to protect them but he sometimes goes away for long periods of time and it worries his friends and families. He is playful all the time when he is around with his friends and family and he is not over the top serious.

His strengths are,

his flying ability, is love for his family and friends, playfulness, and his not over the top seriousness.

His weaknesses are,

that he is a dreamer, that he tends to run away without a trace from his colony at periods of time, that he not always does what he is told to do, and that he might be too playful and not that serious at somethings.

Current Status:

He is in a colony but is sometimes not there.Mal is also looking for a mate, someone to share his dreams with.

Other:

If I win this beautiful guy I would love to draw pictures of him, write stories, join role-plays with him, and also order art of him. ^^ Thanks!

[ghostley.]

Name:
Lumos

Personality:
This is Lumos. Lumos is a very serious wishfly, but also caring. He loves to have fun sometimes. He's a bit independent but always needs help. He is strong and brave, and he stands up for himself and what is right. He will never quit, even if a battle is too tough, he will stay strong until he reaches his victory.

Lumos usually never leaves his little piece of territory, which is a knothole in an oak tree. The tree is hollowed out in several different spots, almost like its a building. Mostly Lumos keeps his goodies in the top most part and his food storage underneath that. The think that makes him able to go is his territory. He will defend it from anyone, even his mate, but who the person/creature is all depends. Usually it's another wishfly and he's okay.


Lumos cannot resist small objects, like a flower petal or just a sea shell. He will steal anything of that sort, so it makes him an easy target when he is roaming around. He has several hiding place, but they always change and he is found. One of the things that is his weaknesses is sunlight. Whenever he is in the sun too long his body is a little radiant and shiny, and an easy target for predators. He tries to avoid going into sunlight.

Current Status:
Looking for a mate <33

Other:

I got really bored in the car so I made a little story for the fun of it c:

It was a warm, humid evening. Birds were chirping and singing songs, and crickets conducting their symphonies of melodies and tunes. I had always wondered how it was to fly, since I was only a couple weeks old. I though how fun it probably was to be in the outside world, flying around and gliding through the forest of grass. I sighed, and flicked my tail back and forth. "Mother." I said softly. "Yes?" Replied a sweet voice. I moved in from looking out of the knothole. "When do you think I could fly?" I asked with wonder. My wings were already almost fully developed, so it couldn't be much longer. Could it?

She looked up as to look for the answer in her head. "I'm not sure, Lummy…" her tail swished back and forth. It irritated me when she did that, like she was using body language to tell me "No" or "Not soon". I rolled my eyes. I fluttered my wings and they made a fluttering noise. She looked at me and swished her tail again, trying to let me know not to use me wings. So I sighed and climbed up the inside wall of the tree into the next little room where my bed was. My bed was blades of grass and dandelion seeds. I went over to it and laid down, with the images of me flying going on around my mind.

The images made me happy, so I put my head on my arms and started to drift of into sleep, dreaming of me flying around the whole entire area. I saw other wishflies lower to the ground, harvesting berries and seeds for the winter. But I continued gliding on. It was peaceful, until I hit something. I didn't see anything in front of me except and unfamiliar area. I kept running into invisible objects until this large thing that looked like a duck foot came down and hit me, and I felt like dieing, until I woke up, sweating and panting. I started to cry, thinking of the horrible dream.

Mother came up and brought me a berry seed, and I slowly ate it. She licked my cheek and asked if I was alright. I nodded, finishing the seed. She sighed as well, and I looked at her curiously. "Mother…are you alright?" She shook her head. I could sense something was wrong, or else mother wouldn't be like this.

"Your father is dead." She sounded like she was about to cry like I did. "Wh…what?" I panicked. A single tear rolled down her cheek. "But, how??" I needed to know. She blinked the tears from her eyes and finally spoke: "Well, he was with some others and they were out searching for food for the colony, when they all hit what they said was like an invisible wall," I was puzzled. The same thing had just happened in my dream. "And several of them were killed by a flyswatter…" she was in full tears now, and I was in shock. That must've been what hit me in my dream, but how could my father have died the same way? We're we somehow linked?

I wasn't as upset as mother, but I was sad. I didn't know what to think about it. There was a pain in my stomach, a pain that told me that flying was death, it was evil. When do you think I could fly…never. I didn't want to after what I just heard

And I never did. I never did fly from that point on. But I did have to. One night, as a young adult, I moseyed around the tree branches, finding all sorts of goodies to collect and bring home, when I notice nobody else was outside, and it was quiet. I shrugged and grabbed a screw that was wedged between a branch when I heard rustling above me. I thought it was the wind, until a leaf fell beside me. I looked up and saw to golden orbs staring at me. It moved slightly and then lowered its was downwards towards my level.

Finally after anticipation, I lit my tail and was an owl, one of the many dangers mother had warned me about. It cooed at me, and without warning, pecked at the branch, just missing me. I then ran out to the end of the branch and looked for the nearest one to jump to. But there were none, and the owl trailed not far behind. It was either die or fly. Flying would also conclude to death, but hey, I'd rather die like that then being eaten.

When the owl reached where I was, I hurdled myself down, opening my wings and fluttering helplessly. The owl looked for a moment then flew behind me, and I couldn't get my wings to let me glide. So I guess today would be my death date.

I closed my eyes and waited for the impact or the owls beak on my body, but neither came. I opened my eyes and pieces of grass and bushes whizzed by me. I looked down and the forest of grass moved underneath me. Could it be? Was I flying? I looked behind, to see the owl, slowly going out of view and I smiled. I continued on, faster, until I turned around and was coming towards the owl. It opened its beak to catch me but I evaded it and led the bird into a briar branches, an it got stuck. I landed back near my screw and puffed out my chest proudly.

Mother came out with my sister, Ruby, and they both asked me if I was okay. I of course said yes and licked them both on the cheek. "You had to have been pretty brave to do that," Ruby said. She knew about how I didn't want to fly. I nodded. "Was it fun?" I smiled and nodded again. She smiled and they both went inside and I stood, thinking about my flight and smiled.

"You know," I said to myself. "Flying isn't evil, it's life saving."

[ghostley.]

When will this contest end?

[Chomp]

I was hoping for more entries as there are currently only three. It probably won't end until next weekend.

[ghostley.]

Alright :3