[birdtrash54]

Username: reefshark54
Name: Aneka aka Daisy puppy (see story)
Gender: female
PPS or growing: PPS
Favorite Memory: One time, I was in my favorite strawberry patch. I was sleeping when a human picked me up. "Mommy, look! A fluffy strawberry puppy! Look!" I looked up, and a little girl and her mom were picking strawberries. I offered to help, and the little girl squealed with delight. We had so much fun romping around in the fields. The little girl picked a daisy and put it on my head. "Daisy puppy!" Now it's my nickname. I was so happy to have helped a new friend pick strawberries!

[∅blivi∅n]

What's your name?

Ichigo!
I-Chi-Go but my friends call me "Ichi"
That's like "itchy" but the "i" sounds like "e"!

Are you a boy or a girl?

Can't you tell? I'm a little girl!

Are you going to grow up?

I may seem small now, but I'm just grow-ing up! I can't wait to be big like everyone else but I am going to cherish these moments as a pup while I can!

Favorite Memory?

Well, my fondest memory is fuzzy and I'm not even sure if it was a real memory or just a made up one but it was nice. I was asleep but I was warm and comfortabable. That is until someone came and poked me in the shoulder! I was still sleepy but I slowly opened my eyes and found myself in the middle of a strawberry patch. They were all blooming so I was surrounded by pretty little white flowers and bright red fruit. Strawberries are my favorite thing in the whole wide world so I picked one and plopped it in my mouth! It wasn't ripe yet so it was sour... but I was still happy to be surrounded by strawberries! My friend said I made a really funny face when I when I ate it but that was okay because we both laughed about it! I had so much fun that day because we went around picking strawberries and playing tag in the patches of white flowers and red berries!

[hokage.]

Reserved

[knight of time]

Name;;
Presani Janae Flora
Gender;;
Female, of course c:
PPS or growing;;
'Sani is growing, but I do believe that her mind will always be childlike.

Favorite Memory;;

'Sani's favorite memory from childhood is a relative one.
She was very sick, and in bed, when one of her friends from the Bluff came to her,
worried.
Are you sick, little one? We worry about you. The mother
Robin straightened out her tail feathers, cocking her head in concern.

No, I am fine, I can assure you, mummy bird.
'Sani gave in response, sighing.

The Robin flapped her wings in annoyance. Why, young
lady! I do believe you are a big fibber!

But I would like to go out and play, mumma bird. The young
Kiamara sounded lonely.

Yes, I know you would, but it is best for you to stay here!
The bird nudges the covers over her chest with her beak.

'Sani snuggled under the covers, looking up at the bird, looking a bit sad.
Can you tell me a story, mumma?

The bird gave 'Sani a look that may have been a sigh.
I suppose I can, young lady...


The forest was quiet. Even the birds had ceased their singing.
The strawberries were ready to harvest, and their delectable scent was in the air.

Suddenly, swans trumpeted a fanfare fit for a king. Bird flitted from tree to tree,
shedding their feathers, the air filling with vibrant color.

'Let the harvest... begin!' Somebody sounded. Then, queer-looking squirrels
climbed down from their leafy homes, carrying bird-nest baskets. On each of
their heads was a crown of flowers. Small, white, strawberry blossoms. They carried
their baskets down to the meadows that were on the bluff, and the harvest began.
Petals from blossoms filled the air, along with the smell of strawberries and plants
and life. It was a huge event, and the noise never seemed to cease. Birds soared
over the field, dropping more baskets to whoever needed them. More and more
animals joined in; chipmunks, badgers, skunks (though the skunks stayed off on
a small corner of the field as to not be spooked and irritate anyone with their smell),
and even a deer came over and gingerly picked a few.

The harvest lasted until sunset, when the swans gave a few last, gentle notes, and the
squirrels, chipmunks, and any other animal that had gone to join in the harvest
retreated, most with numerous baskets of strawberries. All of the animals seemed
tired, but they still had energy in them. They took their picking home to their family,
and in about half an hour the first scent of fresh-baked strawberry-rhubarb pie
began to fill the cool night air. Sooner or later, all of the animals joined together
to have a huge feast, in honor of the strawberry festival. Everyone was well-fed,
happy, and the entire forest had an amazing strawberry harvest that year.


The robin chirped.The... end, little one.

'Sani yawned. .. Do you think that I may go to
the strawberry harvest one year, mumma bird?

Maybe one day, my dear... the bird said,
as the young Kiamara drifted off to sleep.

Presani dreamt of dancing, and lights, and the smells of
strawberries in the air. Along with that smell, there was the sound of laughter,
and the feeling of life glowed inside of her.

Poem;
Flitting high through the trees I see

Something I thought never existed

a whole new world

lay at my fingertips,

waiting

for me to discover it.

[papaya.]

Name:
{Scarlet

Gender:
{Female

PPS or growing:
{Growing


Favorite Memory:
{Scarlet was wondering in a meadow seeking adventure, she breathes in the cool morning air. Loving the smell of dew droplets that have appeared on the grass blades. With the sun beginning to rise, ray's of sunshine break through the tree tops causing a radiant glow to bounce off the droplets
and focus upon Scarlet's fur coat. Startled at first she jump's, trying to sense any danger. The sun's
light slowly begin to warm her causing such a comfort she relaxes and spends the rest of her day, playing with the blades of grass, watching the critter's around her do there daily routine and having found a bush of her favorite treats; strawberry's. Devours them for lunch.This memory is very dear and her favorite because when Scarlet is ever approached with
uncertainty or anxiety from meeting stranger's or having to face her fears. She simply's remembers
the comfort the sun gave her and the precious smell of drew droplets to regain her strength and
its her against the world. <3

[Cupid]

name;; Milele
prounounced;; ME-Lay-Lay
name meaning;; Milele means "Forever young" In swahili
nickname;; Milly "Please call me Milly!"

gender;; female
PPS or growing;; PPS
theme song;; Forever young, One Direction

a little about her;; Milele is a cheerful and sensitive, forever young Kiamara. She has an older brother. Her and her brother used to play and laugh. Until he grew up and became mature. He left little Milly without a friend. He's still around her but she doesn't see him as her brother anymore, now that he's grown up. She misses the past him. The brother that would play games and cry. Milly knows she'll never see the brother she loved so dearly ever again. He is forever gone. Oh, how she longs to see her brother again.
favorite memory;;

[cmichb]

Name: Berrytastic (Berry for short)
Gender: Female :p
PPS or growing: Growing C:
Favorite Memory: Her favourite memory was the first time she saw sunlight. She was born and lived in a cave with her family for about 3 years. When she was finally allowed out, it was very warm and sunny. Since she looks like a strawberry, she must have the needs that a strawberry has. She needs a lot of sunlight and the occasional rain.

[plum]

First off, I apologize for how boring my form is! I'm not very good at 'prettying things up' so I just left it plain.

Name: Ananassa
That's a bit of a mouthful, though, so just call her Ana.
Gender: Female
PPS or growing: Growing.
Favorite Memory:

"Ana! Come on, Ana!" the melodic voice of my mother called out. We were going to the fruit orchards for the last time this year, before we moved away. I carried two little baskets in my mouth as I stumbled after my mother, trying my hardest to keep up with her. My mother's really beautiful, I thought as I reached her, slowing my steps to match her's. She looked around the fragrant orchards with loving green eyes. Her soft, apple-red coat glistened as the sunlight filtered through the healthy green leaves of all of the trees. Tied up in her lush mane that was as green as the leaves around us was a delicate glass flower. I nearly dropped my baskets as I admired it. Her pleasant voice asked me, "Ana, are you ready to help me pick the fruits?"
I nodded eagerly. "Yup, mama!" I confirmed to her with my young, squeaky voice. We spent the whole day filling the baskets with all kinds of fruits. My high pitched laughs and my mother's gentle instructions filled the air. As we walked back to our old country house, I looked up at her with bright eyes. "Is the place we go to live next gonna be this fun, mama?"
She looked down at me affectionately. "Of course, Ana." We both smiled and I giggled lightly. "But just so you remember this place, I'll give you this." She put down her baskets full of apples and pears and took her beloved flower from her mane, and gently tied it into my bright green mane. "Never forget, alright?" I nodded, determined to never forget the orchards. My mother took back up her baskets of fruit and we continued back to our old country home merrily.

I hope you do not mind how I wrote her favorite memory! We recently did something similar to this in my creative writing class, and I decided to use the "show, don't tell" method in my writing again. X)
Extras:

Art:
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And then for the other drawing, which isn't finished. It's part of her favorite memory, walking down to the orchards with her mother. I only have Ana sketched in, though, and I didn't have time to finish it.
Here it is. :>

[Melonbread]

Name:

Mae

This little girl's name is Mae. Mae is the goddess of spring growth.
Her parents loved spring, and this little girl was born on "the first
day of spring".

Gender:

Female

I won't go too far explaining why she should be a female,
it's simply because she looks like one. I can't imagine her
as anything else!

PPS or growing:

Growing

Mae has big dreams in a tiny body. If she wasn't able to grow up, she would be C R U S H E D.

More info:

Mae loves soft, sweet music. She is attracted to flowers, fruit, and sugar.
She has a soft, kind voice, and is innocent, and rather oblivious to the nastier
sides of the world. She likes to spend her days frolicking in her warm forest
home, gathering nuts and berries, or fishing. She catches rather small fish
though, the big ones are left for her father. She is very intrested in crafts
and art, but isn't very well educated in them quite yet, as after all, she is
mostly a wild kia. She is a bit on the small side, but she'll have a growth spurt,
or so her father hopes.

Favorite Memory:

Hmm? Mae's favorite memory? Oh, it's a good one, a memory filled with joy and wonder. But first, I'll tell you a little about Mae. Mae was born on a special day. The first day of spring. Now, Mae was born a wild kiamara, and her parents had no way of knowing when exactly the first day of spring was, exept for counting all the days. But, they didn't know the "official" first day of spring that us humans created. So, Mae's parents had a special way of remembering the first day of spring. Something quite special would tell them, " Spring is here!" However, when raising children, they stopped going to see this very special thing, to dedicate their time to their child. Sadly, when she was very young, Mae's mother died, leaving her father all alone, to take care of their young daughter.

Mae sighed. She was with her father, trekking through a cold snowy forest. She wished she was back home, where it was warmer, and there was more to eat. Her birthday was coming up, and her father was taking her... somewhere. He didn't tell her where. They had stored up lots of food, and carried it the best they could, but the pair often had to stop and gather some roots and berries, and sometimes Mae's father went out to hunt. Mae was weary, cold, and hungry, but she didn't want to dissapoint her father, so she kept going.

As they slowly made their way through the huge forest, snow began to fall. The little flakes distracted Mae, who chased after them, while her father watched from a distance, a warm smile on his face. As the snow grew heavier, Mae liked it less and less. Soon, she wished it would go away and never come back! The 2 kiamaras sheltered underneath a bush and fell fast asleep.

A few days passed this way. On the 7th, Mae was completely miserable. She was wet, cold, hungry, and tired, as always, but it was her birthday! She couldn't imagine a worse birthday. Mae usually loved her father, but now she was irritated, he had dragged her out here, and for what? All Mae got was hunger, snow, and fatigue!

Mae and her father climbed up the last hill. Well, more like some dirt and rock buried in snow, then hardened by the wind. Mae's father found a more sheltered spot, then sat down, wrapping his tail around his paws, staring at the sky. Mae huddled up next to him, enjoying the comforting warmth.

" What are you looking at pappa?" Mae asked, turning her eyes to the stars, wondering what was so special.

" Not looking at, but looking for." Her father answered, then said no more.

A while passed, and Mae became tired, her eyelids heavy. She was just about to nod off to sleep when her father nudged her and whispered "Look." Then he turned his gaze back to the sky.

Mae looked up. What? Oh! There! There was a faint green ribbon of light, flickering across the sky. Curious, Mae kept her eyes trained on it, and watched it flow and swirl, some parts brighter than the others. The light steadily grew brighter, until ribbons and swirls of light filled the night sky. It was a beautiful sight. There were pinks, and purples, and blues, all mixed in with diffrent shades of green. The stars seemed dull, but the brightest added some sparkle to the spectacular light show.

" What is it?" Mae asked, transfixed.

" It is the Aurora Borealis. The time when the spirits dance in the sky." Her father answered quietly. " It is the beginning of spring."

" Spirits?'" Mae questioned, glancing at her father.

" Yes. Those who have passed on. Some of them descend from the heavens, and come to call out the spring, and tell winter its time is over. Your mother is in there, I should think." Mae's father answered.

" Wow.... I can't remember Mum very well, just that she was bright red, with a pretty teal mane. I think she had white spots."
Mae whispered.

" Indeed. Look, there she is. Here to see her beloved daughter." Mae's father gestured to a swirl of pink, green, and blue, with white speckles. Mae opened her eyes wide, and began to pick out the spirits. There was a very pale, almost white wolf, and a green owl, racing each other through the sky. A fearsom bear, swirled together, then dissolved. It was truly magical.

Suddenly, nearby, there began a yipping sound. It soon died away into a smooth, arcing howl. A white bear lumbered over a hill far away, and stood upon it's hind legs for a moment. When it came crashing down onto all fours, the ice splintered, and the wind carried it away, relecting the bright lights. A snowy owl threaded it's way through the aurora, and the colors blazed on it's once white feathers.

"Happy birthday, my young child." Mae's father said. "For this is the beginning of spring." Mae was filled with wonder, and joy, and warmth, even though the air was cold.



Now, you may be wondering, how did Mae's father know the aurora was happening on that day? After all, the date changes every year it seems. Well, I don't understand it too well. We will never know all there is to know about something, and this will remain a mystery. All we know is that, when winter starts to melt away, the aurora appears in the sky.

Please note that I did a rather horrible job on Mae's spots, I was just randomly putting them down. Also, her father is not a kiamara that has been made, so I didn't color him in with any colors or designs, just something to tell him apart from the ice and snow. Plus, the eraser hates me, so there is that little dark corner that I can't get rid of.


Other Art:

[Puffcorn]

Name: Maryith
(Mare-ee-ith)
Gender: Female
PPS or growing: growing
Favorite Memory: (long story coming up to wip)