[list the unknown]

WINNERS UP
have fun growing up little pups. Your parents will miss you always :')

Pup 1 -XxShiaxX
Pup 2 -shadow9119
Pup 3 -HellBabe
Pup 4 -Beautiful Nightmare/Peppermint Wolf
Pup 6 -V i o l a f
Winners have been added to the "colour me in" to get the pups colours and to do a tranparent background etc.

Yes, I know pup 5 doesn't havea winner posted, don't freak out at my plz. I know what I'm doing and it is being held aside for a certain someone right now.

[r a d i a n c e]

Username: V i o l a f
number: 6
pup name: Hazel
pup gender: Female
pup personalty: Hazel is a very curious pup, and she often wanders away from her siblings, due to a sound she heard, or some scent she had caught onto. She is very free spirited, and if she has an opinion about something, you'll know about it.
STORY: WIP (Will finish this tonight- Sep/20/13)
What will you do with this pup: WIP
Also, should the parents have a second litter? : Yes, this littler is just adorable. I can't wait to see the second

[Isis Wolf so Pure]

Username: Alantia
number: 3
pup name: Elsie
pup gender: Female
pup personalty: Hyper and playful
STORY: Born in a liter of 6, now a lovely fursona
What will you do with this pup: fursona
Also, should the parents have a second litter? : sure, these are beauties
Keep up the good work!

[not a talking cat]

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{ -- U s e r n a m e ; ;
yo! i'm clannad. in case you haven't seen my username to the right. anywayyy,you're totally free to call me clanny,clan,or clam. my friends mostly call me clam,Nai or just plain clannad. i'd go mostly with Nai and Clam though ^^. if you don't feel very comfortable with the names i've provided,you are sooo free to cal me anything you want,like bacon or nagisa { totally not referring to clannad or Free! or anything else pffft what } or spiderman or something like that,as long as i know it's me!
{ -- N u m b e r ; ;
I believe the number I am trying out for it number two {2}. That one caught my eye immediately,and when i compared that one to the others,I was fascinated at how he looked so much handsomer than the others! No offense to the others ^^"
{ -- P u p N a m e ; ;
i'd name that pup.. Mystery. But why Mystery? Because it's design is so difficult and hard to do,it's kind of like a maze,and mazes are mysteries,am i right? So I think Mystery would go great because of the design on him,and possible because of his personality.
{ -- P u p G e n d e r ; ;
Mystery is a male. He is a male because of his sneaky and idiotic personality,and because of his looks.
{ -- P u p P e r s o n a l t y ; ;
Mystery is kind of an idiot,though at times he is very smart. he tries to act mature when they are in a serious case or problem,so he starts saying big words,ones some of the other pups can't understand,sometimes he makes up the words himself. he' sort of a jerk,and he is pretty mean to females. he is a lot meaner to the females he likes,it's the pup-elementary-school thing~ the boy that has a crush on the girl picks on the girl. hehe c:
{ -- S t o r y ; ;
wip
{ -- W h a t ' l l Y o u D o W i t h I t ? ; ;
i'll probably make him a fursona because of his design. i'll also add him in role plays,get art of him,put him in my signature,post him on the CAAA {character adoption addicts anonymous} and possibly make a lot of stories of him. when he grows older i'll get him a mate,and they'll probably have pups ^^
{ -- S e c o n d L i t t e r , M a y b e ; ;
i think another litter would be great! they'd be very cute and Mystery would have more siblings! C:

[HellyBoo]

Reserved number 3



{ ~ Username ~ }
You know me. I'm your number one stalker and someone phobias to adopt one from every litter. So I'm HellBabe

{ ~ Number ~ }
Well I've fallen for the beautiful number 3 this time round. She stands out so much so me. She has this look that tells me I have to have her, have to own this beauty in my collection of characters. So all in all, Number 3.

{ ~ Pup Name ~ }
Names usually come easy to me but for some reason I've had quite a few names pop into my head and now I have to rule it down to one. She had a Critical look for some time and I believe that name is what will have to stick. Her name will be Critical.

{ ~ Pups Birth ~ }

Crit is a Virgo.

Critical was born on the 9th of September, a perfect day for a litter of pups. Not hot but not cold with an amazing breeze to keep the pups cool but clouds rolled over, threatening to rain over them.

"If you're born between the 4th and 14th of September you are a quick thinker, can reach a decisive viewpoint without too much trouble and at times you have moments of intuition that surprise you. Watch that you don't become bogged down in a serious way."

{ ~ Pup Gender ~ }
Well I've been saying 'She' this whole time so I'm guessing Crit is a female but I'm not sure, you may have to ask her yourself. For some while I was thinking Male but I need more female characters and she has a feminine ring to her design.



{ ~ Pup Personalty ~ }
Critical is Hyperactive, without a doubt that is her main trait, her ability to just, move. She never stops moving and is always going, ever since she was a pup and even when she gets old she will always be moving, running, playing but despite this Crit is very shy, often sticking to herself. She can be overwhelmed but a number of others nearby so would rather stay away to help herself. Critical has a large anxiety issue, which means that sometimes she often just breaks down for no apparent reason.

Critical loves her family, loves her friends and loves nature, often just wishing to watch the birds fly or the deer run but this can cause of lot of issues with her food, she doesn't like to kill. She stays strictly to a rotten meat diet, basically a scavenger of anything that's older, so as she doesn't feel she has destroyed a life, someone else did.

Crit's bonds to thoughts she loves can be strong, often hard to break once they are in place. Crit has a strong bond towards her siblings and parents and despite leaving she still adores them, commonly regretting her choice. Critical has the same bond woth her friends but can get over possessive of them, usually causing arguments when she comes to a point where they can be her friend only.

Everyone has there issues but its the imperfections that make a huge difference and Criticals perfection is her amazing voice. She can howl like now other, often just singing or human to herself. This is her talent and perfection and she loves it, using is as much as she can.

But Critical isn't perfect, she has some flaws like anyone else but hers can be a little over the top at times. You see, Crit is terrified of the dark, strange but she is but has no idea why, just a phobia that occurred at some point in her life. Critical can be very nervous when the sun begins to fade and will often be found standing in the open, the mood rays lighting her path.

Critical is is part of a Tribal Pack, which gives her a lot of strength and allows her to grow and develope from her down sides. Her goals are too face her shy side, Allowing herself to venture into the world more. She also wishes to conquer her fear of the dark but she is in no hurry to make herself perfect or to prove herself to anyone. She is a strong independent young canine.



{ ~ Story ~ }
(WIP)

“Life a bitter game but with someone by your side its not so lame.”

I sat with my tail tucked away, the sun beginning to redden behind the mountains, the Sunset beautiful to some but terrifying to me, I knew why but never shared it, kept my mouth shut, trying hard to just fight it, keep myself calm around others. My pack was great, never bothered me when i didn't want them too and always knew my mood without having to ask, they were perfect, I never had to feel alone even if I wasn't fully near them but that wasnt how it was as a puppy.

When I was a pup I was almost always alone, my siblings often tried to socialize with me but i didnt like to, i didnt want to play with them like they wanted to. I would much of prefered to lay with my mother then play, much more interested in running on her own then playing with a companion. I was happy to just run, to move around but you see, my parents were protective of us all and we were allowed to do too much roaming, we had to stay fairly close by to the family den.

“When you’re alone, life can be a scary thing,”

When mother and father kept us close it meant i had limited escape points, very few options to leave the ones I didnt really want to be around, to move away from the family and leave for just a few hours. The lake that split into the human lands was lovely, not too deep so that even young i didnt need to stress about drowning, not that it stopped me from worrying, it was my duty to worry about my life. I was somewhat fearful, thought I’d do anything to keep on going but if something stopped me, it stopped me.

The main thing i remembered as a pups was my dear young siblings and their attempts to lure me into their games, none of them worked as well at they would of liked but sometimes i would think about it, wonder what it would be like, opening up and now as an adult I wish i did it more, I would of learnt the joys of playing, of socialising but instead i am stuck inside my own world, Immobilized by fear.

"It makes you feel like you're paralyzed."

My sibling, #2 tried his/her hardest many times, often attempting to lead me places, to hope that i would follow, i would obey although he/she didnt command, they simply let me follow if I liked or to hide if i didn't want to. Sometimes i wanted to see His/her plans for the day and other times i just wanted to be alone. I was just lucky that #2 understood that, understood my boundaries. When i followed it was usually fun, often just moving, exploring while mother and father werent looking, I think that was the most fun, trying not to be caught.

While i was shy i didnt enjoying just playing, running and simply moving with #2 the most, I tried hard to socialize with them but it was sometimes hard, my fear taking over my body, knowing that not many of them liked her but i didnt honestly mind, if #2 thought like that i didnt see it. #2 was probably my favourite siblings, Thought i loved them all.




{ ~ What will you do with this pup ~ }
Well.... Crit will belong in a story with my characters and will become a strong role in the Tribal Pack. Critical will also be in art(Like Ren was ) as well as get her own character page(As soon as I get my website done up). She will no collect dust or fade away, a design like that imprints in a head, never to leave their thoughts again. Critical will be overly loved with me and will never be forgotten and if that day ever comes I'll make sure to inform you.

{ ~ Also, should the parents have a second litter? ~ }
You don't want to over breed them, you'll shorten their lives lol. But for sure, a second little would be amazing, a little sibling for Critical.

[Ardra]

Sorry, I didnt have time to work on this. Its been a busy week.

[shortstop]

(I apologize if the story is too long, I can shorten it if you want c: )

Username: shadow9119
Number: 2
Pup name: Khoshehk (kOh-sheh-kh)
Pup Gender: Male
Pup Personalty: He is more of a follower than a leader, preferring to follow directions rather than tell others what to do. He is never the first to try something new or dangerous, and will watch others do it first so that he can be sure it is safe. Despite all this, he is highly intelligent, and exceeds in areas such as problem solving, and logic. He likes to find the logical explanation for everything, and refuses to believe that an explanation cannot be found.

That fact that he is never the first to try anything sometimes causes problems. If he wants to do something, but doesn't know if it's safe, he will often push his friends or siblings into trying it first, putting them in danger. This isn't intentional; he cares deeply for his friends and family. It's just that he is often unsure of what to do in a situation, so this is his normal reaction to that.


STORY: The noises in the night, his mother had told him, were the spirits of the forest calling out to each other and keeping the forest safe. When he was still very young, he loved to sit and hear the stories of these strange beings, all of their adventures. But as he matured, these stories became less magical, lost their flair and just became fairytales. Still, his mother insisted that forest spirits were the cause of the strange noises at night. He didn't believe her, of course. Logic had long told him that these so called spirits did not exist; there was no proof.

He had to investigate. However, he wasn't about to go alone; the forest was dangerous at night, full of the beings that nightmares were made of. And he was still so young, he would be picked off easily by a predator. He would have to convince one of his siblings to join him on his great endeavor. When morning came - the day before he planned to embark - he first asked his (brother/sister), #4. He tried telling (him/her) that it would be fun, that they would play hide and seek in the dark, and scare rabbits from their hiding places. #4 abruptly refused, saying that it was a terrible idea and they would surely get hurt. Not to mention how angry their parents would be if they found out. This refusal continued with most of his other siblings, who all proceeded to tell him that it was a terrible idea, and that if he had to make the journey, he would go alone.

By late afternoon, he had almost lost hope of being able to find out what was causing the noises. He was sat in his favourite spot under a tall, shady pine, studying a spider's web and wondering if maybe his father would go with him. He was so lost in thought that he didn't realize that his (brother/sister), #3, was trying to get his attention until (he/she) almost knocked him over. "What is it?" Khoshehk asked, wondering if #3 had also come to laugh at his quest. "Well." #3 said, (his/her) tail twitching nervously. "I heard you were going to explore the forest tonight, and I wondered if I could come with you?" (He/She) asked. Khoshehk nodded eagerly. "You can come." he said. "But we'll have to be quiet; mother and father can't find out or we'll be in huge trouble." #3 nodded, and they agreed on a place to meet.

Night came too slowly for Khoshehk. He lay silently at their meeting place, hoping #3 wouldn't back out of this. His worries were soon dismissed, however, as #3 arrived just as the last of the stars revealed themselves in the dark sky. "Ready to go?" Khoshehk asked, standing up. #3 nodded, and Khoshehk could see the excitement in (his/her) eyes. They looked back at their parents, both fast asleep, and then headed down a small dirt trail that lead into the deepest part of the forest. The first part of their journey was mostly uneventful. They encountered a few rabbits, and #3 almost stepped on a sleeping snake hidden in the undergrowth. Suddenly, when the moon was highest in the sky, the noises started. Low, hooting sounds that emanated from the darkness. #3 let out a tiny growl and stepped behind Khoshehk, (his/her) fur bristling with excitement and terror.

"Hush!" Khoshehk whispered urgently. "Listen...what is that?" he asked, not expecting an answer. Another hooting noise joined the first, and he listened carefully to both of them, trying to find out exactly where they were coming from. It seemed to be coming from above, so he guessed whatever was making the noise was hidden in the tall pine trees. "Come on." he whispered to #3, who reluctantly followed him. They stopped at the base of a pine tree, where Khoshehk was sure the noise was coming from, and he pushed #3 in front of him. "You go first." he said quietly. #3 nodded and slowly walked forward, stopping at the base of the tree and staring into the branches. (He/She) caught sight of something on the middle branch, and looked harder, only to see a huge pair of glowing eyes staring back at (him/her). "Monster!" (he/she) cried, and dashed away from the tree and back to where the rest of (his/her) family were sleeping. Khoshehk followed in a panic; the forest was not full of spirits, but monsters! As he ran into the clearing, he saw his mother sitting at the entrance, waiting for him to return with a stern look on her face.

What will you do with this pup: RPs, lots of art, possible new fursona?
Also, should the parents have a second litter? : They'd be just as stunning as the first litter, so yes. c:

[list the unknown]

WHAT THE HECK?! WHERE DID THESE POSTS COME FROM??????

what happens while you're having dinner amazes me

[IamRedRum]

< - Username - >
XxShiaxX

< - Number - >
One(1)

< - Name - >
Sam

< - Gender - >
Male

< - Personality - >

The shy one, Thats the easiest words to describe one of his most noticeable traits. Sam is shy and often found hanging in the background, never one to step foot around others often. Quiet shy and happy to stay in the background makes Sam innocent. But sometimes its not always that way.

Often when others get to see him, they get the real side of him. Up close and personal Sam can be arrogant and hot headed, one who is quick to snap at those who annoy him. With his quick temper Sam is not one other try to befriend in a hurry.

What makes his annoying temper even worse is his issue with overreacting. Little things, big things, Everything becomes a serious issue to him. it makes most nervous to be around him and somethings it just drives them all away, not that he really cares about that.

The few friends Sam does have are ones he plans on keeping, Ones he can be open around, have a little bit of ease. He is loyal to them and is content to have at least a few friends that he can connect with, though the conversations are still short and uneasy, they are possible.

Lols ok hes rather shy and generally doesn't like people tends to stay away and when confronted has a quick temper and overreacts. But underneath it all he is loyal to who he cares for.

< - Story - >

I sat with my rump planted firmly on the grass, my body itching for something to do without the effort of doing too much. I could feel the eyes of my parents on me so taking off wouldn't be too easy. I glanced over at my siblings, most of them running and dashing together, rolling under the legs of others. It made me slightly sick, watching their fun, watching them move.

I turned my head away from them, my nose slightly lifted high above the rest of my body, somewhat proud that I was on my own, not getting involved with the things they were doing. I wasn't a fan of playing, well, i guess I just didn't like being around others, family included. It was just me.

But sometimes I had no choice to be around them, My mother was serious about the times we got together, she feared for when we left, for the moment we grew up and left the pack. I didn't blame her but I didn't like the idea of her affection. "Come on guys! It's lunch time!" She called out to us, setting herself down in the lightly dug out den.

All of the pups dashed to her and i just watched them, the pups all getting settled to nurse and as i stood up I heard it, I heard the cry out of something, Something that was in trouble. My father must of heard it too cause he was moving towards the noise and I followed him, interested in figuring it out.

My siblings followed us as well, much despite a now annoyed mother. “I wonder what it is!” Came the over bearing squeal of #4, followed by the excited yip of #2. Those two had a way of making any scene annoying.

The small whine belonged to #3, her/his small noises were obvious while at the same time not half as annoying as his other sibling. #5 was just walking along side mother, keeping quiet, i guess every family needed the quiet yet social member, I dont know, he/she was sometimes annoying. Then again most of them annoyed me. #6 was running ahead, fast and agile as she/he ran.

I was somewhere nearest the front and at this moment I was quite content to be near the others, my curiosity calming me enough to allow me to be close enough to them to sneak between my father and #6, whose yips and padding paws ran through my ears.

When my father came to a stop I slid behind him, the now set screams enhanced. I saw the body of a young wolf clinging to a rock in the middle of the water.He wasn't much bigger than myself but a little bit more obvious was how he looked. The young wolf had a black body and what looked like a white face with red on him. But that was more, he had wings.

My father dived into the water, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him from the water to the shore where we stood, watching him and the movements they both made, it was slow as we waited for something to happen, my sudden nervousness of being around everyone was coming back and hitting me hard and i moved again but soon the lone pup moved.

He was dripping wet and shivering, obviously cold and he looked thin, small and unwanted. I moved slightly towards him, watching him closing the wings keeping me fixated on his body as i moved.

“What is it!?” My mother cried slightly, looking at her mate and the strange pup and i looked back at her, watching her movement, like she was ready to kill, the facial expression showed it all. I moved again and dropped back again, leaving the large mass and sat at a distance, ’The pup will be killed or just thrown back in,’ i thought to myself.

Sure enough i heard the spit of the words from my fathers throat, “He cannot live. We must kill him,” he said simply,

< - Likes - >
- he enjoys the rain while everyone is inside nice and warm he would sit there enjoy the droplets hitting his fur
- he likes being alone and away from people
- He enjoys hunting, The thrill of the chase and the reward that follows

< - Dislikes - >
- hes not a big fan of swimming will almost avoid it at all costs
-he dosent like many people they all tend to irritate him
-he also dosent like people that go out of there way to bully others

< - Theme Song - >
Imagine Dragons - Demons

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< - What will you do with this pup - >
One of my characters and probably stories.

[sicknasty]

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