Staff Litter Discussion Thread

[AnewLeif]

Reworded it a bit, so now it's
Riddle me this. A track came out in June. It didn’t inspire me. The year you seek is here, but can you find it. Everything is deliberate. My outcome has something in common with one but not year, find it. Good luck, you’ll need it.

Maybe "A track came out in June."?

Is there any way we could get the last hat?

[GreatWhiteDragon_1]

I am going to drop this now.....the caterpillar/butterfly dog is mine^^
ehehe
hope you enjoy their little story c:

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Lyrics & Theme: Benjamin Wallfisch and Dísa - New World Coming

She was flying, her wings strong and silent with feathers made of starlight. Around her swirled the soothing night; a storm of deep blues; an endless ocean full of stars, dreams, and hopes.
Wings moved without the slightest efforts, carrying her deeper and deeper into the warm hands of the darkness until all she could see was the golden sparks of the stars as she passed them.
Faster and faster, deeper and deeper until the sky around her exploded into light.

Cold. A soft but chilly breath tickled her fur, carrying the smell of frost. She could not tell what it was that woke her in the end, but she silently cursed it, pressing her eyes together in the faint hope she could simply slip back into her dream. Ever since she was born she had dreamed of flying; the idea of just leaving the world behind caused her heart to ache every now and then.
“Etessia?” A soft voice called out to her, careful and gentle.
A tired sigh escaped her mouth before she started to blink, allowing the early light of the day to enter her eyes. Only a few inches away from her nose sat a caterpillar, his soft yellow colour glowing faint golden in the sunlight. The pair of small black eyes looked up at her, full of expectations.
“You are up early, Jack.” Her words were unable to decide if they wanted to be a question or a statement.
“I want to show you something,” he replied gently.
For a little while, Etessia eyed her friend with suspicion before she nodded in agreement.
With tiny feet, he slowly climbed up her muzzle, moving to the top of her head, the place he always took when they were racing through the endless fields and forests into the open arms of their world.
“Lead the way, little man!” Etessia teased him cheerfully.
“Down these hills.”
“Alright.” Without any further notice, the young dog stormed forward.

The earth underneath her paws felt cold but soft, and the tips of the grass were sparkling like little diamonds from the early sunlight gathering on the little drops of dew. Her warm breath drew little white clouds in the air. The trees around them had started to turn red and orange a while ago, forming a sea of fire each time the sun would light their crowns.
Their way led them through the depth of the forest, over small meadows and little brooks gurgling cheerfully as they followed the old paths to the wider and even older rivers.
More than once she wanted to ask him about the place he was leading her to, but there was something about him, the way he barely talked at all, a silent melancholy that made her keep the words to herself.
It took them a while to reach the destined place, but she knew they had arrived the moment her eyes fell upon it.

It was a huge meadow, a soft green grass hill, with a huge willow tree on top of it. A green island within the red ocean of dying leaves. Not far away a little brook with crystal clear water silently passed them before vanishing in the forest.
She slowed down, walking up the hill till they reached the willow tree. It was ancient and majestic, and if you listened closely you could hear it singing stories of long forgotten times.
“What is this place?” She asked, her voice low in respect of the magical feeling running through her veins.
“I was born here,” Jack revealed, slowly climbing down her and wandering towards the tree.
“You know,” he continued, struggling to find the right words. “My time as caterpillar has come to an end.”
Etessia sat down, resting her head to the side as she watched her friend climbing up to one of the lower branches.
“What?”
“I have come here to sleep; to change. I will be gone for a long while.”
“You can’t leave me!” She called out, unwilling to listen to his words.
“But this is the circle of life. We all have to leave one day.”
“But…” Tears ran down her cheek, a stream of pain dropping down to the soft ground.
“I will not die. I will come back. I don’t know when, but I will.”
“We still have so much to do. So many adventures.”
“We will go on these adventures. Just not now.”
Etessia swallowed heavily, trying to ignore the feeling inside her chest, the stone that was pushing her towards the ground.
“You should have told me earlier.”
Jack didn’t reply. Instead, he started spinning a cocoon as golden as the sun.
She wanted to yell at him, scream about how he dared to do this to her. But she couldn’t.
Instead, she only watched with wet eyes as her friend slowly vanished behind a thin wall of light.
“Goodbye, Etessia.”
“Goodbye.”
With these last words Jack closed the last open spot in his silken cage, leaving Etessia with nothing but silence.

She missed him from the first day on. His voice ringing in her ears, his laughter filling the air. She had been so used to his company that his absence hurt like a thorn inside her heart. The only comfort came when she would greet him at the start of the day and later lay down underneath the willow tree at the end, the cocoon right above her head, and tell him about the wonders of her day. She told him of the last leaf slowly sailing towards the ground; of the ocean of fog covering the fields and meadows. She told him of the frost, lining every blade of grass in silver shimmers. She told him of the first snow; of her surprise when a little delicate snowflake landed on her muzzle, remaining there for a second before it slowly melted. She told him of the storm that left the world in a deep white cover, swallowing every sound. She told him of the green lights that lit up the sky in the middle of the night, dancing in the sky together with the millions of stars. She told him of the sun setting the world on fire when her golden light touched the snow or when the moon turned it into diamonds. She told him of the ice that swallowed the rivers and lakes.
She told him of the first flower breaking through, a daring gesture against the cold. She told him of the snow melting to make a place for all the new life rising out of the ground.
She told him everything; and sometimes she cried silently when her words had faded into the soothing night.



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There's a new world coming
And it's just around the bend
There's a new world coming

This one's coming to an end

There's a new voice calling
You can hear it if you try
And it's growing stronger
With each day that passes by

There's a brand new morning
Rising clear and sweet and free
There's a new day dawning
That belongs to you and me
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Like every day in the morning, the sun reaching out with warm hands to melt away the frost that once more had covered the world over night, Etessia made her way down the hills to the willow tree. Sleep still in her eyes, she nearly stumbled over a few branches when she saw it.
The sunlight touched the cocoon like every morning, but something was different this time. A glow seemed to come from the inside, so bright it could easily win over the sun. Carefully, she stepped closer, her paws making no sound on the soft earthen ground. Emerald eyes scanned the cocoon, taking in every edge, every curve to determine the cause of the glow only to come to the conclusion that the golden shine came from inside. Like a heartbeat the light pulsated within the thin walls, brighter and brighter with every beat.

Suddenly, making Etessia stumble a few steps backwards, the outer skin of the cocoon broke. A thin crack ripped the fragile wall in two, breaking into two what had been one for so many months. Panic rose inside her heart, her breath quickened as the blood rushed faster and faster through her veins. The light emerging through the crack nearly blinded her in its brightness. A light like liquid gold exploded into dust as soon as it left the safety of the cocoon, filling the air around her with kind laughter and cherished joy. A feeling of comfort spread in her chest, driving away the panic before sweetness could lay warm hands around her heart.
Once more, a faint crack reached her ears as the walls gave in completely, freeing what had been hidden there for such a long time.
With the freed forces of a storm, wings unfolded; wings wide and fragile, yet strong. They were the colour of a pale yellow, the wind slowly drawing a green pattern on their surface.

Etessia took a step backwards, confused and uncertain of what she just had witnessed. She was afraid and curious at the same time, her heart racing as she eyed the butterfly in front of her, scanning his appearance from the tips of his wings to the end of his antennae.
Only when she looked into his eyes, a pair of small, warm black eyes, she finally understood.
“Jack!” She called out in disbelief, taking a daring step closer.
“Of course,” the butterfly replied, smiling down at her from the depth of his heart.
“I…” She started, but her words fell apart as she took in his changed appearance over and over again.
“You…” Etessia started to grin. “You look amazing.”
“Thank you,” Jack replied, taking a few first attempts with his newly earned wings, feeling the soft air carrying him without any effort.
“Thank you also for telling me your stories.”
“You heard them?” She called out in disbelief.
“Of course I did. Every single one.”
He took a few flaps towards her, slowly sitting down upon her muzzle.
“You grew as well,” he noted, smiling widely. “You are not the pup I left when the frost came.”
Etessia couldn’t help but giggle.
“I guess we both changed. But you know what? I am still more than ready for an adventure.”
“Adventure, eh!”
“Yep.” She grinned widely, emerald eyes glowing in excitement.
“Where do you want to go?”
“The stars?”
“The stars it is!”
And with a strong beat of his wings, the butterfly raised into the air, welcoming the soft breeze warmed up from the sunshine.
Etessia didn’t wait much longer to jump to her paws, racing over the soft green grass.
Together they chased after the sunlight, over hills and rivers, up into a new adventure. A new journey with only the wind as their loyal guide on the way to a new world.

I just got goosebumps! So pretty a story, raey!!! <3

[ShutterIsland]

There is raey's they made te adult butterfly one based on Life Is Strange ((love the game too BTW it was so gooood!))

[Coco Bunny]

Oh, raey's pup is beautiful!

[ProjectIcarus]

You guys, I have a prediction. The last pup will be Lillian's. Perhaps she wanted it to grow on the last day possible because everyone would immediately recognize it as hers. (At least I hope this is the case :>) I'm calling Berkshire out on the Fox one. Just doesn't seem like Lillian's to me.

[Clawdina]

atwood...
I blame YOU for the pps
Reason 1 - the trees look like grapevine trees/plants
Reason 2 - the flop dog lineart!!!
Reason 3 - all your staff pets use all colors provided and so does this pet

[Resplendent]

@raey

You made such a cute and beautiful story raey!! <3 I love how the events were so intricate and detailed. They really drew me in and the detail is one of the things that make your story outstanding!!

[ps4 kid]

I don't know, someone may have found this out, but in swift's sig it says '' Program system reboot complete '' or something like that in transparent o3o

[Birchii]

My predictions for some of the staff pets so far are (forgive me for any wrong use of pronouns!) ;
Bentley
Previous Puppers

• Most of his pets have some form of edit
• Line edits look similar to other pets
• Symbol on the shoulder is similar to his 2014 pupper

Not too sure what to make of the frequent mention of pie, the appearance at the word 'cryptid' or the transparent letters (I believe there three letters hidden throughout his texts in this thread, z,b,x ). I'm not too sure how many people have guessed which Bentley's pup is, but the only one I saw him reply to was this pup guess up above, for similarities to the 2014 pup ^^
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Coalchaser
Previous Puppers

• Doesn't have red eyes (which she said her pup didn't have), and instead has purple eyes, which are cool-coloured (in my opinion).
• This pup doesn't hate floppy ears or a bobtail, which she confirmed her pup doesn't have.
• Similar colouring style to previous pups, very bold and blunt looking.

Not sure how the "isn't eco-friendly" fits in. I know that someone has guessed it correctly, but there are so many posts that suggest why, I'm just not too sure. The correct guess for the eco-friendly hint was made before Wed Sep 14, 2016 5:25 pm, CS time, and could be any. She also told us to not take it so literally, so I'm stumped on that. My guess is that it's obvious when the dog matures, or is a part of the pupper's backstory.
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Jadeghost
Previous Staff Puppers

• This hoard. I feel like this is hint enough. Maybe she just likes the design? I feel like her previous staff pet hoards back me up on this one B)
• All of her previous pup stages were very simple, with minimal lineart edits, and this pup's markings seem to fit into her previous pup looks too.

"keep on climbing though the ground might shake" and "My dogs do tend to have plant themes, don't they?" suggest to me that her pupper will be some sort of climbing/high growing plant theme. "I was slightly more adventurous this year" and "But when have I ever done line edits *whistles innocently*" pretty much say to me that she has edits on her pup this year (beyond the flowers drawn on last year's, or the closed eyes of the year's before), but we'll have to wait and see, as she did say that her adult dog has a theme (specifying the 'adult' part!)

[Bernouli]

I'm off work today and I'm so bored. If you guys want hints, you can ask me some yes or no questions. I'll decide which I want to answer because I don't want to give too much away.