[Mima]

Username; Izurude
Name; Hydrangea (Ange for short.)
Gender; Female
Career path; Arts (She is particularly into pressed-flower candles.)
Story; The outskirts of town were peaceful, and a good place to seek inspiration. On her walk today, Hydrangea had brought along a canteen of lemonade and a floral sun hat to fight off the sweltering summer heat. She greeted everyone along the way merrily, and was in a good enough mood to try looking around where she hadn't before. Certainly there would be something interesting to see somewhere around.

She was a little ways out of town when she stumbled upon a little barn. The barn itself was uninteresting, and she didn't pay it much mind. What did interest her about this barn, however, was the big patch of clovers flowering nearby. They were quite beautiful- ranging in color from pure white to mid-purples in color. Just the perfect shades for starting a new project. Certainly the owner of the patch wouldn't miss a few, would they?

Hydrangea knelt down and picked about a dozen or so clover flowers. After some thought, she took a couple of leaves too, for good measure. It was around this time she heard some buzzing by her canteen. Must have been a fly. She blindly swatted at the thing, managing to kill it before even turning to look. It was only when she did turn that she noticed this was a strangely... yellow and black fly. And it had brought friends. That were approaching fast. To avenge their fallen sister.

Oh. Oh no.

Oh god, not the bees. They were everywhere.

She made a break for it, giving it all her legs had. Still, she ended up taking a good half dozen stings right on the face and a couple more on her paws. Eventually she seemed to lose the swarm, and she took this as her time to tuck her tail between her legs and go see the doctor.

Her face looked like a balloon for two weeks, even though she had gone to the doctor immediately after the incident. She had been prescribed some sort of herbal cream that had made the pain and itching fade, but had not particularly helped the swelling. After about three days, the townspeople had quit coddling her and began to find amusement in watching the poor girl try to emote with a marshmallow face. It had taken her two more days to lighten up about it herself, especially after having to reimburse the homeowner for messing with the bees.

But she had learned her lesson- never swipe flowers from the beekeeper's garden.

Extra; While she isn't a firm believer in conspiracy theories, she likes reading about them because she thinks they're quite creative and engaging. She is a voracious reader in general. Her mind wanders a lot, and this is easily noticeable by how often she'll randomly change the topic in a conversation. Despite what you'd think of the artsy creative type, she's very extroverted and pretty much never shuts up about stuff she's interested in. However, her feelings are also easily hurt, and she takes a lot of things personally. She's an ENFP 4w3.

[JaxCatt]

Username; JaxCatt
Name; Kali
Gender; Female
Career path; Food
art/story; Kali was just a regular farmer. She never expected anything important to happen in her life. She just called herself 'that average tomboy who farms like any other normal katkin'. But she did not expect a surprise to come to her. One sunny day, Kali was planting corn in the backfield near the wheat field and apple orchards. She continued planting until she caught something in sight in the corner of her eye. Her mouth dropped when she turned around to see it. It was a katkin kitten, and it was mewling for food. It was near the apple orchards. "Did somebody just leave their kitten in the apple orchards on MY fields?" she thought. She slowly approached the kitten, waiting to see if any of its parents were nearby. However, there was no sign that any other katkin was there. Once she was close to the katkin kitten, she noticed a small piece of paper next to the kitten. She retrieved the paper and read it. "Please take care of him" it read. As soon as Kali finished reading, she quickly grew excited. Kali always wanted to have kittens of her own, but no male katkins actually had feelings for her. They were mostly attracted to the katkins with more rare features, or just plain snazzier fur patterns. She gently lifted up the baby off the leaf-covered ground. She named the katkin kitten 'Rick', and to this day, she has a crush on an unknown katkin, and Rick has grown to an age where he can leave Kali now. Kali misses Rick very much. She never forgot that one exciting moment of finding Rick near the apple orchards.

[Wafflez2]

good luck guys c:

[boat]

Username; Izurude
Name; Hydrangea (Ange for short.)
Gender; Female
Career path; Arts (She is particularly into pressed-flower candles.)
Story; The outskirts of town were peaceful, and a good place to seek inspiration. On her walk today, Hydrangea had brought along a canteen of lemonade and a floral sun hat to fight off the sweltering summer heat. She greeted everyone along the way merrily, and was in a good enough mood to try looking around where she hadn't before. Certainly there would be something interesting to see somewhere around.

She was a little ways out of town when she stumbled upon a little barn. The barn itself was uninteresting, and she didn't pay it much mind. What did interest her about this barn, however, was the big patch of clovers flowering nearby. They were quite beautiful- ranging in color from pure white to mid-purples in color. Just the perfect shades for starting a new project. Certainly the owner of the patch wouldn't miss a few, would they?

Hydrangea knelt down and picked about a dozen or so clover flowers. After some thought, she took a couple of leaves too, for good measure. It was around this time she heard some buzzing by her canteen. Must have been a fly. She blindly swatted at the thing, managing to kill it before even turning to look. It was only when she did turn that she noticed this was a strangely... yellow and black fly. And it had brought friends. That were approaching fast. To avenge their fallen sister.

Oh. Oh no.

Oh god, not the bees. They were everywhere.

She made a break for it, giving it all her legs had. Still, she ended up taking a good half dozen stings right on the face and a couple more on her paws. Eventually she seemed to lose the swarm, and she took this as her time to tuck her tail between her legs and go see the doctor.

Her face looked like a balloon for two weeks, even though she had gone to the doctor immediately after the incident. She had been prescribed some sort of herbal cream that had made the pain and itching fade, but had not particularly helped the swelling. After about three days, the townspeople had quit coddling her and began to find amusement in watching the poor girl try to emote with a marshmallow face. It had taken her two more days to lighten up about it herself, especially after having to reimburse the homeowner for messing with the bees.

But she had learned her lesson- never swipe flowers from the beekeeper's garden.

Extra; While she isn't a firm believer in conspiracy theories, she likes reading about them because she thinks they're quite creative and engaging. She is a voracious reader in general. Her mind wanders a lot, and this is easily noticeable by how often she'll randomly change the topic in a conversation. Despite what you'd think of the artsy creative type, she's very extroverted and pretty much never shuts up about stuff she's interested in. However, her feelings are also easily hurt, and she takes a lot of things personally. She's an ENFP 4w3.

congrats! I really liked this idea, and it was very well developed!
you also receive 200PK to start you off c:

Galaxy~Nova, your art was amazing and the idea was unique as well. i'm awarding you with 50PK which will be kept in the archives for you ^^