[♥HollyBerry♥]

Pup #: male

? pup number male?

[fleatato]

Your username:fast wolf
Pup #:2
Pup's Name: alaya
Personality: sweet gentle and very kind to others except if they get on her nerves
Story or history: she endend up in the adoption center because her parents really couldnt take care of her so shes here to get adopted by a loving owner. she always tried to get an owner but nobody wanted her because they just want the diffrent gold one with silver which she is the majestic one.but then a human comes and fills out a form to try to adopt alaya.
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[♥HollyBerry♥]

Your username: werewolf
Pup #: 1
Pup's Name: truka
Personality:
Story or history: I walked in the forsaken lands. Alone. Alone. Alone in the desert. I really am alone I thought to myself. After my parents died I never saw my siblings. But while i was thinking i wasn't paying attention and someone .... or something .... knocked me out. When I regained consciousness I saw two other pups looking at me. They said that they saved me from the desert thugs when they heard me scream. I didn't believe them. But then they told me that when the thugs' backs were turned, they grabbed me and ran. So i decided to stay with them in they unusual small tropical oasis.
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[Ivara]

Pup #: male

? pup number male?

The older wolf that adopted them, I didn't give him a number so he's number male.

[Ivara]

Your username:fast wolf
Pup #:2
Pup's Name: alaya
Personality: sweet gentle and very kind to others except if they get on her nerves
Story or history: she endend up in the adoption center because her parents really couldnt take care of her so shes here to get adopted by a loving owner. she always tried to get an owner but nobody wanted her because they just want the diffrent gold one with silver which she is the majestic one.but then a human comes and fills out a form to try to adopt alaya.
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Since a few of her markings can't be seen, just know that the markings on her back paws are the same and that she has 3 bands on her front legs, not two.

[aceria]

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[karmagrindle]

Your username: karmagrindle
Pup #: I was kind of hoping to try out for the foster Father
Pup's Name: His name will be Kerrigan
Personality: Soft and gentle, yet firm and demanding. The brute is the epitome of the father-figure, for his soft demeanor to all at first is that of a caring and soft soul. When endangered, or in trouble, the brute is firm, dangerous, and lethal; wrapped in muscle and strong wings, the male is a perplexing and vigorous brute whose able - if not more than willing - to fight or flight when necessary. To the children he adopts, the male feels for them, alone in the world and left without the guidance of another, and is gentle to all, if not passionate to them. He would do anything for them, and respects the decisions they make when they grow older. He is intelligent, and soft spoken, with a deep rustic voice that also adds to the 'father-like' quality. The softness intensifies at those pale blue eyes.
Story or history: Born from love, the boy was instantly feared, for his wings were unnatural. Because of this, he was locked away, and hidden from view, forced to serve out his days either inside dens, or far from the lands of the pack his parents resided in. Upon reaching two years of age, the den was not enough for him, and his thirst for sunlight was damning. Being born in the dark and left there, the brutes' eyes were forever scared a light piercing blue, and when emerging on a fateful sunny day, the whole pack ordered him to take leave. Without hesitation, and a soft sorrowful glance to his parents, he leaped into the sky and flew, for miles, hours, until he could go no further. He did not find peace, and continuously traveled. Upon coming to this brood, he became a father, and vowed to never abandon the children like he was, for their difference was not a curse, but a victorious evolutionary stage.

This is his story; It was a dark night, the first night I opened my eyes. I could see the sheen of two others, and I could smell them, and then I felt them. At first, they were loud, really loud, too loud to comprehend, and then... Words. Instantly. They were my parents, they said that they were sorry, so sorry... I was confused, so very confused. I soon learned though, for my mother drew herself around me, and she licked my head. My father, had disappeared, I could see now, my eyes adjusted, and then I heard his gruff voice, "Kerrigan, son, come... Come." He had such and urgency I wiggled myself from my mother, and made my way to the den entrance. That's when - involuntarily, I might add - it happened, and my life was changed forever. They opened, and I felt as if I were stretching for the first time. When I saw them, I was scared, but my father tried to tell me everything was okay. I learned later on it would be okay.

It took me years to get used to these wings, each day I would sleep, and sleep hard, real hard. I didn't want to hear their snide remarks, but sometimes I would hear it. "Poor parents..." "Demon thing." "Why are they keeping it?" Once more I was thrown into the blackness, and at night; Night I strove. I worked on my wings, I learned them. Everything. I learned my strengths, my weaknesses, everything. I was the demon thing, the 'it' child. I was... But that day I came out in the sun, I couldn't help myself. I was unable to see myself in color, for two years, two full years now knowing who I was, what I looked like... Everything. I had to see, and to see, I was forbidden. So I rose, I strove, and I soared. And in the storm, I found a new light, and all of which were like me. Unknowingly I had stumbled upon the best thing that had ever happened to me, those bundles... I loved them more than I could explain. They were me, they were everything I had wanted to be and more. Intelligent, beautiful, free.

Art(not required, but helps): -may make some if I get him-

[LadyChinaAru]

username:LadyChinaAru
pup #:3
pup's name:goldenwing
personality:friendly and willing to help,but is a little clumsy and protective of her fiends.she loves to fly around dunring the dawn,dancing,singing and making persents for her friends and family

[Sylveen]

I want Puppy #4!

Your username: Sylveen
Pup #: 4
Pup's Name: Sylvia
Personality: Sylvia, Often called Syl, is a very quiet and calm Puppy. Unlike her crazy and energertic siblings, she has a way with nature. She is amazed by all Protection and all that it provides for them. She is very brave and as smart as a whip. She never likes to see her loved or close ones in pain. She is Very sweet but also can be demanding in order to help. SHe never wants to harm others. She wishes to study the natural forms of medicine too.
Story or history: Sitting there felt so good. Almost like home. My real home. So many things had happened in the past weeks that I had no idea where to begin explaining. So I decided to start at the beginning. The VERY beginning.

The milk, I thought. I must have the milk. I started sniffing around. Everything felt so new and different then it had in my mother’s womb. The ground smelled much cleaner, fresh and new. My mother had told us it was Spring, and that meant all the flowers and blossoms had started to flow from the ground. That part confused me. How does anything just pop out of the ground?

I could feel the warm pelts of my siblings around me. There were 3 of them and including me 4. I was the oldest in my litter. It made me very protective of my siblings. Especially the youngest, Little Rose. Our mother had named all of us the day before, I was called Sylvia, my brother was Bolt, My twin sister was Golden Ray, often called Goldie, and my youngest and most adorable sibling was my baby sister, Rose. Although we were all littermates, My and Goldie look like opposites with my Silver Coat and Golden markings and her Golden Coat with Silver markings. Rose had a coat of red as did Bolt. Although we all looked different, we had the same thoughts. Our home, could not be beaten.

The following day, I started to venture out of our lovely camp. It was a mistake I lived to regret forever. Outside was even more beautiful than in. There were more flowers and trees and the scents, oh the scents, were amazing. There were so many I got often confused. I recognized the brown pole-like thing with the green tops as trees. Our mother had shown them to us since they made up the inner-most layer of our private camp. The flowers bloomed even more beautifully in the sunlight. The bloomed much more than I ever thought possible. They were all so beautiful.

Then I heard her. The loud, angry step of my mother. “What are you doing away from camp?” She demanded, “I told you never to leave!” To frightened to respond, I just ran back to camp. Once there my sibling stared at me with wide eyes. When our mother came storming back to camp, I was scared. More scared then I had ever been. But she smoothed her voice over and hide her emotions very well. Her voice sounded sickly sweet. “My children,” She said, “Let us go for a nice walk down to a beautiful tree hollow. It is much better that this camp.” I wanted badly to warn my siblings. It was obviously a trick. But I saw Rose’s gleaming eyes and knew there was nothing I could say that would convince her otherwise. I had no choice but to follow.

Once we reached the hollow, our mother sat down and her sides started heaving. “Sylvia, why don’t you watch your siblings while I go find some meat for me? After all, I cannot provide your milk without it.” I did not trust her. Not one bit. But how could I disobey her without directly stating my distrust? I couldn’t. Then she pushed her way out of the hollow, not even waiting for a reply. Little Rose started yawning. She was so tired she could barely keep her little eyes open. “Go to sleep Rose,” I whispered to her, “I’ll watch out for you. Bolt, Goldie, why don’t you try to rest too? You need to restore your energy before you have to walk the long trek back home to camp.” Too tired to bicker, all three of them closed their eyes and feel asleep.

After Six hours of waiting with my resting siblings, I made a conclusion. Our mother had abandoned us. And it was all on my shoulders. I would never look into her adoring eyes again. My mind kept replaying the evil look in her eyes when she had left though and I decided I did not want her to return. I never wanted to see her again. I started crying quietly to myself although I appeared not to be quiet enough. “Sylvia, what is wrong? Where is Mother?” Asked a questioning Rose. “My dear sister, she has left us. We are never to see her again. I will take care of you though. I will leave right now to find you food. I will not let anything happen to you, or Bolt, or Rose. You are my only family.” And with that comment, I pushed through the open hollow.

The next 3 weeks dragged by. By then, we were half-starving, and half-frozen to death. The hollow provided almost no warmth. Though several layers of leaves made up for it. Little Rose had devolved an pneumonia. I feared she had a numbered amount of days left. Then he came. He was tall and Lean. He had beautiful strong-cored wings and a lovely Brown pelt. “Pups,” he mused “All alone in a freezing hollow with no parents. And where might they be?” He asked. “Sir,” I replied being the bravest of my siblings, “They…. They have abandoned us. Our dad never stayed with us and our mother abandoned us here 3 weeks ago. We have no family.” He stared back at us, wide-eyed and shocked. For several minutes, he just started. Then finally, He replied, “Well then my children come and join me and my pack. You will enjoy it. By the way, my name is Cervas. I will welcome you into my pack if that is what you wish.” “Yes!” We cried to him.

And now sitting in my new den with the other pups and Mothers, I knew we had made the right choice. They would train us and feed us as long as we served them loyally and well. They would heal us any time we got sick. They would love and care for us like any other member of their pack. In several week, they would start our training. We could pursue anything we wished within reason. Personally, I wished to study the art of Medicine and become the next Healer. I knew my siblings would all wish to train as Warriors or Hunters though. Rose had become so fit and lean, some Hunters had already started a little bit of early training with her. No sign of her pneumonia was left to show. This was where we belonged. We had found our place in this wonderful world.

Art(not required, but helps): I will work on a piece now :3

Other: I hope this is enough to your liking! I wish everyone the best of luck at this beautiful litter :3

[Ivara]

karamagrindle and Syleen, you've both got really amazing forms, as it currently stands, you both have a really high chance of winning.

LadyChinaAru, you really need to add to your form if you want to win.