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wesleydog
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.::Pup/Parent Wanted::. ]
Number 7, Black-Capped Chickadee
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.::Pup/Parent Name::. ]
Basin {Male} ♂
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.::Pup/Parent's Personality::. ]
He's very shy and kept to himself. He doesn't often talk to anyone besides his siblings and he usually acts more mature than his age and avoids his siblings little games. His dad is the person he feels most secure with, and he loves spending time with him. He loves his mom and his siblings, but he hasn't developed that special bond with them. Not yet.
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.::Pup/Parent's Story::. ]
Basin walked to the edge of the field where he lived. It seemed as if the familiar woods right beside their field was changing everyday. No matter how much time he spent there, everything was always different.
Mom was down at the stream -
The water hole, Basin thought with a chuckle - washing his siblings, but he managed to slip off in time. His father had seen him on the way out and winked at him; their signal for
Meet you there. Good luck. kind of thing. Father was right. Basin did need luck to get away from Mom.
Basin stepped into the woods before him very eagerly. It was spring, his favorite season of all! There was no way that anything could change this beautiful, perfect day. His puppy instincts kicked in and he frolocked for a little bit, bouncing with excitement. He saw creatures everywhere. It was different than at night. At night there were nocturnal creatures, just starting their own day. But today, his sort of day, there were different creatures out and about. But he did know one thing. No matter what, there were always birds! And that was all that mattered. Right?
He heard the
whoos of owls during the night while he tried to fall asleep, but now, early in the morning on a sunny day, he heard hundreds of birds shamelessly singing their songs to him. It was like an orchestra, an opera. The music all in sync to make a sound that no human or instrument could make.
Basin was a part of nature. How could he not adore it? He stooped down and picked a piece of mint leaf in his jaw. The taste was indescribable. It was sweet with a minty ting of bitter. Of... cold? Could things taste icy? He loved the plants of the ground because of the healing things that he would one day make of them.
This made him think of his dad.
His father was a great wolf. He up-kept the family. He loved them and spent extra quality time with Basin especially. He hunted for them... there. That was the problem. Basin loved the birds of the trees, the creatures of the ground. How could he possibly kill one for food? He was as close to a vegetarian as a wolf could get. He ate fruits from the trees and things from the ground. He occasionally had a bite of meat when he was too tired; too lazy to 'hunt' for his own type of food. Or maybe it wasn't laziness. Maybe it was the irrisistable flavor. But either way, the birds and creatures he admired could not be made into food. Ever. The sheer thought sent chills up and down his spine on one of the hottest days of spring this year.
And then, there was the time his brother had eaten an egg. Basin had been watching a nest, one egg in particular. The nest and the egg were well camouflaged into the reeds growing up from the ground. He'd never seen this egg before. Hadn't identified this species. He had been sitting there when his brother came up behind him. "Good find," he'd said, and gobbled it down before Basin could stop him.
It wasn't just that there wasn't time to stop him. Basin really couldn't stop him. Maybe it was because he was shy? Lacked persuation? It had been the baby bird's life.
These thoughts and memories passed through his mind as he stumbled across a baby bird. It's wing was terribly damaged and it's cries were sad and pitiful. He stared at it with a questioning look in his eye. The bird had fallen from a nest perhaps? And of course, it was terribly damaged. It was bright red with a little black line on the side. It's eyes were black beads and it stared at Basin, dazed and terrified. Basin scooped up the little bird and ran back to his home. He knew that the mother wouldn't try to save this bird. She'd think it had already been lost. But he was a bird. Kind of. And he could be a... a... mother? Well, he guessed that was what you could call it.
"Yummy!" called one of his sisters as he reapproached his field.
"Has the vegetarian gone carnivorous on us?" his other sister inquired.
His brother looked at him spitefully. "You could have at least done well enough to catch one that isn't half dead," he said, his voice full of scorn.
"No, no, no! You've got it all wrong! This bird is hurt. Is damaged. But, he has a whole life ahead of him. I'm naming him Robin and he will be mine. Mine. And if you touch him..." Basin said.
"Then what?" his brother cut him off challangingly. "What will you do if I mash his bird brains?" He said with another fierce glare.
"The only one with bird brains is you," Basin said as he walked off. It had felt so good to stand up for himself. He was saving a bird's life.
"You don't like him? Tough luck. He's part of the family now."
[ .::Other::. ] Here's some additional things! ^^
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.::Likes::. ]
He loves being alone or spending quality time alone with his dad. His father to him is the world. He uses him as a teacher, a role model, each day. He can never see anything that his father could do wrong. His father did the work for the family and spent time with each one of the pups, especially with Basin. It doesn't matter how shy Basin is! One day he wants to grow up into a strong family leader like his dad. One thing different? One thing not about his dad that he wanted to do? Wanted to be? He loved the rich earthy smells and the plants that grew up from it. He wanted to make healing things. Make the things that would heal things.
He loves birds and is very drawn to them. He knows that somehow he takes after them. He loves to watch them spread their wings and fly.
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.::Dislikes::. ]
He hates crowds and the rough games that his siblings play.
It really bothers him to have flight-less wings. Why have wings and not fly? If he could fly, he'd fly somewhere to hide from people. Embarrassment.
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.::Favorite Color::. ]
His favorite colors are bue and red. He loves his coloration pattern, but the colors that he's seen on the birds around the woods look very beautiful. It's astonishing to him. He'd like to take after a little red bird. Or maybe a little blue bird.
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.::Favorite Season::. ]
While winter may seem that it would be his favorite, it's not. Winter the whole world is at rest. Not many creatures are awake; make sounds. It's hard to be a loner and entertain yourself when there is nothing happening. No, spring is his favorite season, and summer follows after it. He loves the warm weather. The birds returning from the south, and of course, the beautiful flowers blossoming. Nature astonishes him. Nature is him.
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He loves the outdoors and sometimes likes to explore around by himself. He studies and loves the birds. How could they not be his favorite animal? His favorite thing to do with his dad is to walk the woods to spend time with each other. During the time they are out there, Basin loves to bird-watch and tell his father things about each bird.
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.::Would you like to see more bird-themed canines?::. ]
Y/Yes. Definitely! Like I said before, the idea is so unique and well executed. I will always want to adopt from you! :'O
