Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[vixiebun]

[quote="spike."][size=85]if you like this story, let me know -- i have an idea for part 2. ouo

i am the anomaly.
tiny, stunted, shunned at birth, dolled up with pretty golden thread and cold jewel eyes, nobody wants me.
at least, they wanted me at first.
i watched them all from the corner of the shelf -- kids with sticky-lollipop hands and chocolate lips tugging their moms to the store window and pointing through the glass at my "brothers and sisters".
we were, after all, the newest craze. pocket pets,
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rainbow crazyness && vixy vixen


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Rainbow crazyness was hoping to his den when he spotted his nighbor vixy why are you still out here vix the dark and redbrown rabbit turned her head I just wanted to see the stars before i have go be to bed well there wolfs / dogs are out by this time be careful ill will rainbow crazyness settled down for the when all of a sudden he hread howls the wolfs are comeing he thought that all changed the next morning vixy was out picking her carrrots or was hoping around he turned to the other den where rainbow skittles lived hey skittles yea the rainbow spotted rabbit asnwerd wheres vixy is she with jessica no jessica is still asleep you don't think the wolfs got do you nah she porbly in the Feld later that afternoon ...., vixy still had hadn't been seen crazyness was going crazy !!! Where has vixy gone ?!!!! He went to the den of the wolfs where he saw the bones of his fellow rabbits there were only 5 left him vixy skittes jessica and ladybug a winged bunny there he saw vixy crying in a bone cage the wolfs were in there sleeping with thier young he quickly made his way over are you ok she nodded they were going to kill me lets go he said unlocking the lock and where excatly are you going a voice said behind he turned around there was a small wolf pup he gluped umm don't worry i don't like rabbit just horses and donkeys foxes ok ok we get it theres the exit hurry the leaders will get up soon the rabbits were home hey crazy rainbow thanks for saveing no porblum vixy anything for friend really she winked at him before tending to her carrots who wern't picked yet .

The end

[Wildmagic_warrior]

if you like this story, let me know -- i have an idea for part 2. ouo

i am the anomaly.
tiny, stunted, shunned at birth, dolled up with pretty golden thread and cold jewel eyes, nobody wants me.
at least, they wanted me at first.
i watched them all from the corner of the shelf -- kids with sticky-lollipop hands and chocolate lips tugging their moms to the store window and pointing through the glass at my "brothers and sisters".
we were, after all, the newest craze. pocket pets, i think they called us. the idea was that we were small enough and flexible enough to fit in a pocket. our fur was made with oh-so-real yarn. our ears were set in identical triangular folds to mimic real cats' ears. they made us for years. i was part of the second batch shipped to this store, so i learned quickly.

"when a kid walks by," they whispered, glancing around to make sure nobody was listening, "pout as much as the thread can handle. keep your tail straight up. balance on one front paw."

we weren't alive, but they made us 'posable', so the kids could have 'hours of fun'. we were the toy to have.
at least, my "brothers and sisters" were.

"here, honey, look at this cute kitty," a mom cooed to her daughter. "isn't it adorable, Phoebe?"
the girl's caramel ringlets swung gently, lifting the scent of strawberry shampoo to my shelf.
i stiffened myself, pouting as hard as i could.
suddenly, the thread snapped. my mouth, a black string, gently floated down to rest just in front of the girl's mary-janes.
"but, mommy!" the girl lisped. "look, it'th mouth ith mithing."
she grabbed my nearest "sibling" and skipped off to the checkout.

it's been like this for years. somehow, for some reason, they made me not as strong as my "brothers and sisters". new batches came and went almost as quickly. on the tiny tv on the checkout man's desk, i watched a news report on us --- we were the "wildfire trend". as soon as there was nothing left to burn -- as soon as no one cared about pocket pets anymore -- we fizzled out.

i don't know how long i've sat here. years, i think. my posable limbs are stuck in one position, the one i was assured would get me a home. my eyes are criss-crossed with scratches, now a murky, dusty gray. my fur is matted with dirt and spiderweb trails. i'm so tired.
nobody wants me.
nobody wants me.
i stare at the clear plastic packaging and choking hazard warning of action figures lined up in a row in front of me, listen to bright, cheery theme-tune music, and watch shadows flit in front of harsh yellow light occasionally as someone walks past.
nobody wants me.
nobody wants me.
nobody even knows i'm here.

suddenly the action figure is shoved aside and a curious, heart-shaped face stares into mine. a young girl, maybe 12, with eyes that match mine.
"oh my god," she whispers. "you're kidding me. a pocket pet?"
her hair. i know it from somewhere. long, long curls, but the shampoo's all wrong...
"hey, guys!" she shouts over her shoulder. "come see!"
a entourage hurries up to the girl's side.
"what, Phoebe?" squeaks a tiny blond boy, trying to see to my shelf. i shy away instinctively.
nobody wants me.
nobody wants me.
don't can't won't get my hopes up.
"look, Tyson!" the girl grabs me and shoves me in the boy's face. "a pocket pet cat! the ones i told you about? remember? i used to have one!"
Tyson frowns. "it looks sad. and yucky."
i wilt away in Phoebe's hand.
"yeah, Phoebe, i think it has fleas." the girl on Phoebe's other side laughs. "god, who knows how long that thing's been here? they died out years ago. we should put it in the trash or something."

Phoebe.
the girl who almost bought me.
i am suddenly lost.

"hey, i'm gonna buy it, okay? just for old time's sake."

i don't even fully hear the checkout man's comment about how he can't believe there was one left in the store.
collectables. valuable. even though...poor condition...
i am a dusty, broken toy bundled up in a paper bag. i am thrown in the back of a car. i tumble out, falling to the floor next to a huge stuffed cat.
i strain my shattered eyes to see better. yes, this is a huge stuffed cat. not a real one. i sigh, staring at the irregular, unrealistic patterns in its fur.

"hi, i'm Princess. what's your name?"

the cat's stitched mouth doesn't move, but i hear it anyway. i try to open my mouth to reply, but the string is gone and i think i was built without a voice.

"speak with your heart, not with your muzzle."

i try to find it in me to talk. i try to find my heart and not my muzzle.

"i...don't have a name."

the cat cocks her head. "wow, you're pretty beaten up, right?"

i stiffen.
nobody wants me.

Princess shrugs. "oh well. i'll look after you."

i fall asleep on a pillow of fake fur.

I like this a lot. Especially how the little girl came back at the end, all grown up.

[spike.]

thank you all for the lovely comments. ;n;
part 2 will follow as promised. ^^;

[vixiebun]

[quote="spike."]thank you all for the lovely comments. ;n;
part 2 will follow as promised. ^^;[/quot


Yessss !!!!!!

Loki the child of neglet and laveder the goody tussie shoes



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Loki yelled loki's father loki was very very naugnty boy he went with the rest of the pups who wern't jocks like his brother thor they were called they mob loki the prankster Justin the tattle tail cookie the tough girl One day at school loki was doing his rounds in the school hall ways waterballons the theachers knew loki was just playing but his father wasn't his father called him neglet becuse he ignored loki most of his childhood anyway that when loki spotted lavander the goodie two shoes of the school leave me alone the girl begged loki droped what he was doing and yelled at the bully leave her alone the bully ran away everyone in school hread the yelling the person in chage came what happen here loki other one of your pranks ?! Loki just sighed lavander steped up for loki the saver no he saved me from a bully thats what he did well loki i must say im proud of you loki smiled for the frst time in his life later that day thor told thier father what loki had done at school his father was so proud good job son and patted loki on the head loki felt pride and just becuse he stoped bulling a few years after he met lavander they dated and got merried and had a litter of pups the end .....,,

[Snowseph]

{Its not over yet... >:D}
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5

1 Week Later...
When I got back home the first thing I did was get Shimmer. She obivously went to her friends house, but she returned. I quickly made her go play at her friends house again...
I just sat there. Without Air. The memories rushed over me... like he wasnt gone. Hes not here, but in my heart.
I quickly ran to get his old clothing. He grabbed my needle and thread and start to sew. I was sure what I was going to make.
Hours past, but then at the stroke of midnight, it was done. I had made a replica of Air with his cloths.Of course, this was only a plush. But it would be the closest thing to him. I hugged the plush and it hugged me back. Yet, when I looked up Air was in its place. I gasped and fell back. He picked me up and put me on the chair. "Goodbye my darling" He said, then vanished.

[vixiebun]

Only marconi hes a ghost

Forever in your dept



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Hermes im sorry if u were happy there i jsut thought that you were in trouble and neeeded help but i could take you back if you want

Lotus are you kiding me they won't even let me hunt my own food i just need to mnow what has happen while i was taken away from sight

Hermes

Well pompi was distored and rome is at war with with us so yea that what been happening and stuff oh yea pershone ot merried to hades

Lotus thats horrid

Hermes

I know what werid family tree

Lotus
No i mean about the war and pompi

Hermes

Oh yea sorry

Loyus its ok come show me around oplypus what has changed about ?!

Hermes

Noting much just new tiles and a pool made out of clouds

[thewhitefang]

Sandy (Female) and Axel (Male)

"Oh Daisy I met the most wonderful boy during summer break," Sandy said dreamily.
"What's his name?" The Golden Retriever asked.
"Axel," Sandy replied. "His name is Axel...he was so nice to me Daisy, but I fear I'll never see him again."
"Why's that?" Daisy asked her friend.
"I don't know where he's from... he never told me," Sandy woofed. "Is there anyone named Axel at this school?He's a black dog, with orange stripes and his paws, belly and chest are a grayish brown. Anyone here that looks like that, Daisy?" Sandy had moved here from another town, so she didn't really know anyone. In fact, the only dog she knew was Daisy.
Should I tell her? Daisy wondered. "Actually...um...why don't you come with me, yeah?"
"O-okay, sure Daisy," Sandy woofed, padding after her friend. I wonder where we're going...
Daisy broke into a jog and Sandy hurried to catch up with her. Daisy stopped once they got outside. She scanned the yard of the school quickly, than broke into a fast walk when she found what she was looking for. "Come on Sandy!" She called back to her friend.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Sandy returned.
Daisy stopped running as they neared a cluster of boys, who were talking loudly with each other.
Sandy gasped. "Axel?!"
One of the dogs turned. "Sandy?! SANDY!!" He ran towards her, as she ran towards him. The two dogs brushed their muzzles together. "I didn't know you went to this school!" Axel woofed.
"I just transferred here from a couple towns away," Sandy said, her tail wagging behind her. "Wow this is so great! I...I thought I'd never see you again Axel."
"I thought I'd never see you again too!"
"Who's the chick?" One of the other dogs called from the group.
"Uh, well this is Sandy," he woofed. "Ya know, the girl I was tellin' you guys about. The one I met over vacation."
"Hel-lo Sandy!" Another one of Axel's friends said.
"Back off!" Axel snarled, than turned to Sandy again. "Ca'mon, let's go for a walk, I'll show you around the school."
Sandy beamed. "Okay!"
----

I know it's kind of like the movie Grease, but this dog's name was Sandy before I saw the movie, and I'm not really copying the whole Grease thing, just the part about how they met over summer and didn't think they'd see each other again. I'll make a Part 2 later on!

[F r o z e n.R a i n]

if you like this story, let me know -- i have an idea for part 2. ouo

i am the anomaly.
tiny, stunted, shunned at birth, dolled up with pretty golden thread and cold jewel eyes, nobody wants me.
at least, they wanted me at first.
i watched them all from the corner of the shelf -- kids with sticky-lollipop hands and chocolate lips tugging their moms to the store window and pointing through the glass at my "brothers and sisters".
we were, after all, the newest craze. pocket pets, i think they called us. the idea was that we were small enough and flexible enough to fit in a pocket. our fur was made with oh-so-real yarn. our ears were set in identical triangular folds to mimic real cats' ears. they made us for years. i was part of the second batch shipped to this store, so i learned quickly.

"when a kid walks by," they whispered, glancing around to make sure nobody was listening, "pout as much as the thread can handle. keep your tail straight up. balance on one front paw."

we weren't alive, but they made us 'posable', so the kids could have 'hours of fun'. we were the toy to have.
at least, my "brothers and sisters" were.

"here, honey, look at this cute kitty," a mom cooed to her daughter. "isn't it adorable, Phoebe?"
the girl's caramel ringlets swung gently, lifting the scent of strawberry shampoo to my shelf.
i stiffened myself, pouting as hard as i could.
suddenly, the thread snapped. my mouth, a black string, gently floated down to rest just in front of the girl's mary-janes.
"but, mommy!" the girl lisped. "look, it'th mouth ith mithing."
she grabbed my nearest "sibling" and skipped off to the checkout.

it's been like this for years. somehow, for some reason, they made me not as strong as my "brothers and sisters". new batches came and went almost as quickly. on the tiny tv on the checkout man's desk, i watched a news report on us --- we were the "wildfire trend". as soon as there was nothing left to burn -- as soon as no one cared about pocket pets anymore -- we fizzled out.

i don't know how long i've sat here. years, i think. my posable limbs are stuck in one position, the one i was assured would get me a home. my eyes are criss-crossed with scratches, now a murky, dusty gray. my fur is matted with dirt and spiderweb trails. i'm so tired.
nobody wants me.
nobody wants me.
i stare at the clear plastic packaging and choking hazard warning of action figures lined up in a row in front of me, listen to bright, cheery theme-tune music, and watch shadows flit in front of harsh yellow light occasionally as someone walks past.
nobody wants me.
nobody wants me.
nobody even knows i'm here.

suddenly the action figure is shoved aside and a curious, heart-shaped face stares into mine. a young girl, maybe 12, with eyes that match mine.
"oh my god," she whispers. "you're kidding me. a pocket pet?"
her hair. i know it from somewhere. long, long curls, but the shampoo's all wrong...
"hey, guys!" she shouts over her shoulder. "come see!"
a entourage hurries up to the girl's side.
"what, Phoebe?" squeaks a tiny blond boy, trying to see to my shelf. i shy away instinctively.
nobody wants me.
nobody wants me.
don't can't won't get my hopes up.
"look, Tyson!" the girl grabs me and shoves me in the boy's face. "a pocket pet cat! the ones i told you about? remember? i used to have one!"
Tyson frowns. "it looks sad. and yucky."
i wilt away in Phoebe's hand.
"yeah, Phoebe, i think it has fleas." the girl on Phoebe's other side laughs. "god, who knows how long that thing's been here? they died out years ago. we should put it in the trash or something."

Phoebe.
the girl who almost bought me.
i am suddenly lost.

"hey, i'm gonna buy it, okay? just for old time's sake."

i don't even fully hear the checkout man's comment about how he can't believe there was one left in the store.
collectables. valuable. even though...poor condition...
i am a dusty, broken toy bundled up in a paper bag. i am thrown in the back of a car. i tumble out, falling to the floor next to a huge stuffed cat.
i strain my shattered eyes to see better. yes, this is a huge stuffed cat. not a real one. i sigh, staring at the irregular, unrealistic patterns in its fur.

"hi, i'm Princess. what's your name?"

the cat's stitched mouth doesn't move, but i hear it anyway. i try to open my mouth to reply, but the string is gone and i think i was built without a voice.

"speak with your heart, not with your muzzle."

i try to find it in me to talk. i try to find my heart and not my muzzle.

"i...don't have a name."

the cat cocks her head. "wow, you're pretty beaten up, right?"

i stiffen.
nobody wants me.

Princess shrugs. "oh well. i'll look after you."

i fall asleep on a pillow of fake fur.

Amazing.....Amazing...Continue o_o

[spike.]

if you like this story, let me know -- i have an idea for part 2. ouo

i am the anomaly.
tiny, stunted, shunned at birth, dolled up with pretty golden thread and cold jewel eyes, nobody wants me.
at least, they wanted me at first.
i watched them all from the corner of the shelf -- kids with sticky-lollipop hands and chocolate lips tugging their moms to the store window and pointing through the glass at my "brothers and sisters".
we were, after all, the newest craze. pocket pets, i think they called us. the idea was that we were small enough and flexible enough to fit in a pocket. our fur was made with oh-so-real yarn. our ears were set in identical triangular folds to mimic real cats' ears. they made us for years. i was part of the second batch shipped to this store, so i learned quickly.

"when a kid walks by," they whispered, glancing around to make sure nobody was listening, "pout as much as the thread can handle. keep your tail straight up. balance on one front paw."

we weren't alive, but they made us 'posable', so the kids could have 'hours of fun'. we were the toy to have.
at least, my "brothers and sisters" were.

"here, honey, look at this cute kitty," a mom cooed to her daughter. "isn't it adorable, Phoebe?"
the girl's caramel ringlets swung gently, lifting the scent of strawberry shampoo to my shelf.
i stiffened myself, pouting as hard as i could.
suddenly, the thread snapped. my mouth, a black string, gently floated down to rest just in front of the girl's mary-janes.
"but, mommy!" the girl lisped. "look, it'th mouth ith mithing."
she grabbed my nearest "sibling" and skipped off to the checkout.

it's been like this for years. somehow, for some reason, they made me not as strong as my "brothers and sisters". new batches came and went almost as quickly. on the tiny tv on the checkout man's desk, i watched a news report on us --- we were the "wildfire trend". as soon as there was nothing left to burn -- as soon as no one cared about pocket pets anymore -- we fizzled out.

i don't know how long i've sat here. years, i think. my posable limbs are stuck in one position, the one i was assured would get me a home. my eyes are criss-crossed with scratches, now a murky, dusty gray. my fur is matted with dirt and spiderweb trails. i'm so tired.
nobody wants me.
nobody wants me.
i stare at the clear plastic packaging and choking hazard warning of action figures lined up in a row in front of me, listen to bright, cheery theme-tune music, and watch shadows flit in front of harsh yellow light occasionally as someone walks past.
nobody wants me.
nobody wants me.
nobody even knows i'm here.

suddenly the action figure is shoved aside and a curious, heart-shaped face stares into mine. a young girl, maybe 12, with eyes that match mine.
"oh my god," she whispers. "you're kidding me. a pocket pet?"
her hair. i know it from somewhere. long, long curls, but the shampoo's all wrong...
"hey, guys!" she shouts over her shoulder. "come see!"
a entourage hurries up to the girl's side.
"what, Phoebe?" squeaks a tiny blond boy, trying to see to my shelf. i shy away instinctively.
nobody wants me.
nobody wants me.
don't can't won't get my hopes up.
"look, Tyson!" the girl grabs me and shoves me in the boy's face. "a pocket pet cat! the ones i told you about? remember? i used to have one!"
Tyson frowns. "it looks sad. and yucky."
i wilt away in Phoebe's hand.
"yeah, Phoebe, i think it has fleas." the girl on Phoebe's other side laughs. "god, who knows how long that thing's been here? they died out years ago. we should put it in the trash or something."

Phoebe.
the girl who almost bought me.
i am suddenly lost.

"hey, i'm gonna buy it, okay? just for old time's sake."

i don't even fully hear the checkout man's comment about how he can't believe there was one left in the store.
collectables. valuable. even though...poor condition...
i am a dusty, broken toy bundled up in a paper bag. i am thrown in the back of a car. i tumble out, falling to the floor next to a huge stuffed cat.
i strain my shattered eyes to see better. yes, this is a huge stuffed cat. not a real one. i sigh, staring at the irregular, unrealistic patterns in its fur.

"hi, i'm Princess. what's your name?"

the cat's stitched mouth doesn't move, but i hear it anyway. i try to open my mouth to reply, but the string is gone and i think i was built without a voice.

"speak with your heart, not with your muzzle."

i try to find it in me to talk. i try to find my heart and not my muzzle.

"i...don't have a name."

the cat cocks her head. "wow, you're pretty beaten up, right?"

i stiffen.
nobody wants me.

Princess shrugs. "oh well. i'll look after you."

i fall asleep on a pillow of fake fur.

Amazing.....Amazing...Continue o_o

thank you. .m.

[vixiebun]

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