[Dewy Feathers]

user + ID#: Dewy Feathers 998285
name: Juliet
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what makes them happy: (300 word max)
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Juliet likes birds. Birds of every kind. She is a birdwatcher, it might be her only hobby besides playing the violin. She has a pet cockatoo named Clockwork. She has a strong pair of binoculars to go bird watching, and a couple of bird books as well. She keeps a list of birds she has seen, and so far she really really wants to see the Cebu Flowerpecker, but it only lives on Cebu Island, in the Philippines. She wants to be an ornithologist when she grows up, and she has already made a plan for that dream.

[SilhouetteStation]

user + ID#: SilhouetteStation + 676516
name: Khalesi

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what makes them happy: (296/300)

The sun.

It's all well and good being the daughter of wealthy rulers, but when it's a snowy, mountainous kingdom they rule, what good is that wealth? Of course it can buy books, and clothes, and tutors, and all of those great things, but...when you're forced indoors because of the weather, you can't seem to enjoy them as much. Blizzards and howling winds make the castle seem cold and isolated. And even with all of the fur coats and cozy fireplaces, there's always the chill of loneliness in the air.

But oh, when spring comes! When the winds are replaced by the first warm breezes of the season, chasing away the last tattered dregs of a cloudy winter and replacing it with mellow, pale blue skies. When the frost begins to thaw, the pale trees unfurl tiny blossoms, and the birds begin to sing and play in the snowdrifts. Thick slush is cleared away for tiny flakes to flutter down and carpet the land in a crisp blanket of white. Jagged icicles become glittering, dainty ornaments on doorways and window frames. Brooks begin to murmur, rivers begin to run. The first fox kits are born and begin emerging from their dens with stumbling, eager paws and bright eyes, ready for adventure under the watchful eyes of their mother.

Color begins to appear in the land. Pink in the skies, green sprouting from the hard earth. Khalesi is among the first to throw open the doors and run out into this new, inviting world. She bathes in the season of spring, drinks it in with each breath, and lifts her face up towards the warmth of the sun. Oh, the sun...she shakes the season of winter from her shoulders, and welcomes the sun with arms open wide.

[kolyakun]

Mark!!

[Kyar]

user + ID#: kyar 320861
name: rosha
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what makes them happy:
frigid dew clings to silvered blades of uncut grass
bows shiver overhead
i feel my breath pull in icy air
releasing in a cloud of man-made fog
just above the treeline, like my bare toes, the sky begins to break red
i hear so much about watching the sunrise
but i prefer to feel it

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[Cyrano]

thank youuuuuu

[skywalker,]

user + ID#: skywalker, ( 585245 )
name: Giselle
gif: wip !
what makes them happy: (300 word max)

[Lemon Coyote]

user + ID#: Levani 841851

Bumble - it/its

What makes them happy:

The smell of lavender and roses fills its room. It has many hobbies, but its favorite is making soap.
There's something about the smells, the process, and how good it feels when it washes its fur with its
homemade soap that makes it filled with joy. One of the best parts is gifting the soap to friends.
It wraps the soap up in such a beautiful way. That way, its friends could see how much love and effort
it put into making the soap. Its friend adore the soap it makes for them, and they will always treasure it.

[néktar]

user + ID#: néktar | 217991
name: cosmo
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what makes them happy: (300 word max)

[Fallendownut]

dropping out, they do look pretty cute though

[Ucanthandleme]

user + ID#: Ucanthandleme + 809102
name: Mauvais
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what makes them happy:
Mau held it closely, the little light in the darkness. A spark, a flash of red before their eyes, the thrill he felt when the little light lit up. He kept it close, but far enough not to burn himself. He’d stare carefully, entranced at the small flame. He’d watch as the flame rose, then slowly dwindle down, until the light went out and the last spark vanished. Every time he lit it up and then watched it go out, he would stare at every detail. Every flame that licked past his eyes and every little piece of ash that floated to the ground.

Mau had never seen something like this, so beautiful, so raging, a small spark would light everything up in flames, but the moment he held it, it was all in his control. A flash of light in the darkness of his home. What a magical creation this little flame was. If he were to describe what he felt when he saw the light, the sparkle of flame held at the end of his fingertips, he could only use happiness. Happiness from seeing the light. So Mau would sit in the dark with a box filled with matches, then one after another, after another, he’d light them up, then watch them go out, until a pill of ash lay at his feet, only then he felt truly happy.

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