
A switched form of the word "Terra Cotta" which in italian means baked earth. Cotta sounded like a better boy name than Terra and his nickname is K.T. as he prefers the sound of K.T. over C.T.(plus C.T. sounds like city and those nature killing environments aren't in his favorite spots in the world.)
Cotta Terra wrote:Cotta was wielding a gift of orchids for Heart’s birthday extravaganza and was heading quickly towards the location.
Veering his head towards the strange cries and harsh whispers, Cotta realized the source. On the edge of the thin deer trail like path grew two vernacular wild flowers. One considerably smaller than the other, Cotta halted his journey and changed his objective to soothing the sprout. Kneeling he whispered, “Hello there…? What seems to be the problem, little one?” he cooed gently. The sprout’s voice echoed into the head of the Kiamara and answered whimpering out his reply, “I’m not growing! My big brother is and I’m stuck like this all small,” the sprout choked. And rudely was interrupted in the midst of its tears by the crude tone of its brother, “Complain, cry, complain. You are short, squirt. Deal with it. You aren’t going to grow unless you grow up mentally.”
Cotta eyed the situation and couldn’t help, but chuckle. “I am so sorry to laugh, but I had a situation like this once, it feels silly that we bickered on it before. Maybe the story can solve your problems, young one.” he suggested with an inspiring tone. The two plants agreed to hear it as Cotta terra sat done the orchids and himself.
“Well, back when I was younger and had just turned four years old and received my feathers, I was ecstatic. I thought I was grown up and was for to mature for the fun and games of my younger days. This notion went far above my head in concept, really. See, I’ve always been that little bit of the eccentric type and didn’t have too many friends, except a pair of sisters. One of those sisters had PPS and was forever stuck in that premature state…The day after my day of age, she came of over wishing to play. Her name was Heart and that same day I broke her’s. I refused to play with her as I assumed that as a grown up, playing was for grown fools or children and I considered myself neither. I declined her offer to play, but she pressed on… My refusal became coarse and crude and it basically became a giant complaint on her child-like personality. Not like she could help it. I ridiculed her being a child, which is more childish of the ‘adult’ in this case. She ran off bawling and only her spot replaced with her irate grown sister. She chastised my actions and emphasized my over dramatic and unacceptable behavior towards a simple play-date.
The words were true, but it stung. I’ve never really had anyone mad at me before, really. I sat for a while dumbfounded, contemplating on what to do or if I was wrong or right. Wandering off from the scene and separating myself, I sat by an elder oak tree. I was alone with no guide or friend, the only other option left was talking to myself. I sat there pointing out my obvious faults and contemplated any other misgivings during that brief time frame. As the time I sat there, the deeper I fell into my own feelings and became engulfed in sadness. Until the tree whom I was resting upon told me what to do. He mentioned that he had already heard the whole story and provided me with simple, but helpful advice. He also gave me three seeds that would do something amazing when I finally ‘understood’. At the time I didn’t know what he meant, but I accepted it all graciously.
I searched all over for Heart in hopes to apologize to her. And I found her teary eyed y the edge of the forest that stretched into a small meadow. Beside her sat a terra-cotta pot and watering can. These were apparently homemade. When I consulted with her, she explained that they were a late birthday present. And that our play-date would end with my surprise. I felt terrible after that and apologized, she gladly accepted. When she told me to give her handiwork a try, I planted the newly provided seeds with my own paws and planted them. When I was watering them in front of Heart, her face lit up in surprise as the seeds became to instantly sprout, forgiveness was a necessity as well as friendship and hope. I didn’t realize these things at the time, but that’s what the sprouts were.” concluded the out of breath Kiamara. The two young plants were amazed with the little story and cheered at its relevance. With a wink the ground holding the smaller plant rose in elevation to allow it to reach the proper spot for nutrients that were blocked by its elder’s brother, before heading off with his gift to Heart’s own party.

Cotta's Theme Song(instrumental), Self Made
Life's FundamentalsThe sudden upbeat, more newer bounces in the song represent his upbeat personality. While the drums, cymbals and wind instrument sounds represent or tie in with his appeal to the natural world. The old style eastern sound shows his cultural, oldie preferences and ways which giving it a laid back point/feel within his personality.
Song Composed in Rytmik Music Maker
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