[guqqi]

Username:
BlueAura~
Name:
Azia
Gender:
Female
Hobbies:
WIP
Short Personallity:
WIP
Art or Story:
WIP

Huge WIP <3

[- poppeh]

Username:
Poppeh;
Name:
Manga
Gender:
Female
Hobbies:
Wip
Short Personallity:
wip
Art or Story:
Wip

[~FlameFox~]

Kindle is annoying. Will be back... For revenge.

[brian emo]

mmm this one reminds me of tea and cinnamon
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[peter parker]

Username:
Inky.
Name:
Winter
Gender:
Female
Hobbies:
|Cloud Gazing|Poetry|
Winter loves to simply gaze up at the sky and watch the clouds.
To her they are beautiful and inspire her alot. She is also a poet and quite a few of her poems are about clouds.

Short Personality:
|Quirky|Feisty|Flirty|Day Dreamer|
Yes, Winter has a few quirks and they shape her.
You may think being a poet and cloud gazer she'd be all shy and quiet.
She isn't.Winter can be feisty and put up a good fight.
Winter is pretty and she knows it.She can be a awful flirt if she wants to be.
Strangley enough if someone walks by she'll go all shy. -laughs-
Sometimes she just goes into her own world and ignores everything.
She actually can't stop this happening; it's a continual daydream.

Story:
Winter yawned sleepily and stretched out in her cosy bed filled with blankets. She glanced over at her snowflake clock.7am, she thought. Good time to get up. Then she realised it was the Christmas Holidays. Smiling half-awake she settled down to sleep for a few more hours, like usual.

Bird song rushed through Winters’ small window. She pushed back all the blankets and crawled out, shaking her mane into submission as she went. Rubbing the sleep from her blue eyes she made sure her feathers were still there. Why does today feel so special? , Winter asked herself. Oh yeah.The 21st; end of the world.Laughing she dumped all the patchwork blankets onto her bed, some of them had fallen to the ground. Looking in her mirror she fluttered her eyelashes still laughing quietly. As she reached up to ruffle up her mane her paw dragged against her ear.Yelping in pain she clutched the feather piercing.



Reserved <3

[Gael]

Well... I have to try for a girl once, and she is so cute, like a peach. Reserving

[Deadly Nightshade]

Reserved for form

[cakepopcat]

Ignore this.
Everything in it and or with it.
IGNORE IT!

[king-rascal.]

Reserved for Form

[ruse]

omg she's so beautiful <33


Username:
I'm clarinet, obviously.

Name:
Cherokee. I named this beauty after her base color and one of the Native Americans.

Gender:
Female

Hobbies:
Hobby? A hobby of hers would be watching clouds and trying to form them into shapes. Another hobby would be hanging out with her friends, of course, and picking berries from her garden or bushes near her area. As you can see, Cherokee here is quite the sucker for nature. She also loves to bake, as long as it doesn't involve anything sharp or pointy.

Short Personallity:

Cautious
Cautious. One word to describe her. She hesitates to do certain things, especially when she considers it 'risky'. Such as using a knife, poking trees with a stick on the ground - she takes safety to extremes.

Stubborn
Despite Cherokee's calm and shy nature, she tends to get things her way. This is where stubbornness helps.

Quiet
Cherokee is a very quiet Kiamara. She's also shy and doesn't like to speak in front of other Kiamara. Not much to explain. It kind of speaks for itself. Maybe more than Cherokee..

Optimistic
Optimistic. Cherokee is an optimistic gal and doesn't like to give up. She'll stay for the fight, except if it involves danger.. like knives..

Art or Story:
One day, young Cherokee decided to have a little adventure. Her friends had always said she was a bit too.. cautious. That was true, of course, but the young Kiamara wanted to prove them wrong. As she left the familiar setting of the warm sun and welcoming trees, she felt wind slashing at her face, and saw bits of shadow grow larger as she approached the forest. Cherokee felt goosebumps tracing the colorful patterns she possessed. She gulped. Then she walked forward, eyes on her orange-accented paws.

Cherokee took shaky steps as she struggled to continue on this journey. Sweat fell from her forehead like raindrops. With every step, she endured pain. A while back, the young Kiamara got a thorn wedged in her paw, which ached badly. Thinking this was a good time to collapse and give up, she did so with a moan. Her sea blue eyes were wide with terror, but with some soothing thoughts, she coaxed herself into sleeping for a few minutes. After her nap, she attempted to wiggle that pesky thorn out. Little success, but many whimpers. "I just wanna go home!" Cherokee wailed, falling flat on her face. Tears stained and matted down her fur, all the while wetting the ground with saltiness. All of the sudden, her friends popped out, giggling. Sensing motion, Cherokee began to edge away until she could distinguish all of the Kiamara. "Surprise!" they all shouted at the same time. "Amber? Renee? Delly?" Cherokee asked quietly. "Yep! We decided to spy on you when you went into the forest. Personally, we all thought you wouldn't make it this far!" Renee spoke up, giving a high-five to Cherokee. "Ow.." she whimpered painfully. "Let's go home now." offered Amber. "Don't mind if I do." Cherokee answered cheerfully, trotting after her giggling friends with her her thorny paw held up.