[jumu]

Username: Lioth
Name: Sitka
Gender: Female
Most prized item: A notebook

It's not just any notebook, though. This notebook is made of leather. The paper is a fine, smooth stone paper. The pen she uses on it is smooth and puts out a lighter grey ink. She loves the notebook very much. It came from a friend long gone, but they live on in the smooth stone pages of her notebook.

[ShadyBro]

Username: ShadyBro
Name: Faun
Gender: DFAB Male
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Most Prized Item:
A lovely yet dull green and black silk cape. The long draping material drags behind him with a flourish, and the hood peeks over his eyes gently, a lovely attachment of drab looking little horns stitched into the seem. Green spots flutter around in twirls, spiraling from the right shoulder and adoring the tips of the cape like flames. Though Faun dosnt remember much from his childhood, this cape has been symbol of his amnesia, keeping him centered and at the same time feeling safe and beloved. Over the years many repairs have been made to the torn and dirtied cloth, all of which Faun has learned in time. Aided by his experience driven skill, he wishes to one day make more capes like this to share with the world, perhaps in a little shop or storefront. But this one is all his, and it will always remain that way..

[iBrevity]

Username:
iBrevity

Name:
Suzume
(a Japanese name meaning 'sparrow')

Gender:
genderfluid (bio female)
(he/him or they/them pronouns)

Most prized item:
Suzume's most prized item is a female house sparrow, though he does not consider the bird an
item in any sense of the word. Rather he sees the bird, so named Queen for her regal attitude, to
be moreso a companion. 'Pet' would not be the correct term either, for he views her as a friend.
They often have one-sided conversations, Suzume talking about the world or the weather or other
birds he might hear and Queen cheeping sleepily in his ear, nestled somewhere in his tangled mane.
She frequently rides on him and despite being fully flighted and capable of leaving whenever she
wants she has never ventured far. She shows little interest in other birds, let alone socializing with
them. When they stop to eat she forages for insects and seeds but she does not chirp to the birds
in the area. She likes to preen Suzume's mane and gently comb through his fur, particularly on his
ears and face. If she requires his attention she will fly erratically around his head and then light on
his snout to yell at him. She lets Suzume touch her and allows him to ever so gently run a claw
through her head feathers to preen her in return.

Suzume does not fully recognize this but to a point Queen's odd behavior is his own fault. He found Queen
on the ground when she was very little, perhaps even barely hatched. Her eyes had not fully opened
until he stooped down beside her and leaned in close to see if she was alright. It was then she looked
at the world for the first time in her small life, and it was then she saw Suzume. Unsurprisingly she
imprinted on him, and saw him as her mother. Suzume set to the less than ideal task of chewing insects
up to allow her to eat from his mouth and in that sense she saw him as her provider. When she was old
enough to experiment with flying it did not occur to her to leave the safety of Suzume; he kept her safe
from predators, fed her when she could not find enough, allowed her to sleep in the crook of his leg
so she did not get cold. She sees Suzume as her flock, and that is quite enough to satisfy her.

[BlackWren]

Username: Dave Egbert
Name: Saeki
Gender: Female
Most prized item: A large piece of paper. It's not colorful or have anything writen on it - it's just blank and folded many times over and nearly soft. No one knows why she has it or what importance it is to her, but she once mentioned that she hasn't found the right words for said piece of paper... Whatever that means.

[Zee999]

Username: Plop splotch
Name: Tolkien
Gender: Boy
Most prized item: just a little bottle cap pin that he found. Strangely, it has his initials it and he thinks I is an invitation to a secret organization- he simply has to find it. Okay, not so simple.

[Dragonets-of-destiny]

Username: Dragonets-Of-Destiny
Name:Twig
Gender: Male
Most prized item: Twig isn't very confident. It doesn't help that he has a stammer problem he was born with. But there is one thing that helps Twig feel confident. It's his pet ferret, Coconut. Twig found Coconut when she was a little baby. The burrow was empty, all except for Coconut, who Twig believed was abandoned. Right away Coconut took to Twig and Twig thought of her as a pet. He took care of her, and now Twig has more confidence in himself, even with his stammering problem.

[Razors]

Username: Razors
Name: Six (Yes, Like the number.At the fourth kid, Sixs' mom just started naming them after their place in line. Six has a brother named five, and two sisters named seven and eight. )
Gender: Male
Most prized item:
A red dog collar.
Six is not a pet, despite the fact that he wears a (tight fitting) red dog collar. He is a wild Viscet, and has always been wild.
Something else he has always been, is alone. Though there was a brief pause in his loneliness, when he met a stray dog, which he referred to as 'Lunch'. Such a simple thing...something so extraordinary. Six did not intend to make friends with the dog, in fact, he had come very close to eating the dog. It was often that humans chose his home to dump their unwanted pets. He could never understand how easily they claimed to love something, or someone, just to toss it away. And toss it away, one man did. Stopping his truck and letting his dog out. A tennis ball was retrieved from the mans pocket, and soon it was thrown out into the forest. The instant the dog ran after the ball, the man was back in his truck and speeding away. Six had watched this from his resting position some distance away. The man had never noticed him, and the dog hadn't either. That was, until Six finally rose, his aim being to head home. The moment the dog heard him, it was hurrying in his direction. Six was perplexed, as usually dogs, and most other animals, avoided him. Not this dog....This dog stood before the Viscet with ball in his maw and tail waggling excitedly behind him. For a moment the two did no more than stare at each other, Six feeling quite irritated in the process. Turning again to leave, the dog drop its ball and bark at Six, causing him to turn, lunging forward with a threatening snarl. The dog lept aside, barking playfully and dropping into the typical doggy play stance. Hind end in the air and upper body low. Glee shown clear in the dogs eyes, leaving Six terribly confused. It was then that the dog got its name. For Six threatened to make it into Lunch. The dog did not understand, though, and insisted that Six play with it. The Dog pester Six until the Viscet finally took the ball and toss it as far as it could. Turning and hoping to flee before the dog could return, he found himself cut off by a ball wielding dog some few paces away. Irritation continue, and a small fit occurred, the simple dog all the while treating things as if they were a game. In the end, a tired Six gave up. Laying himself down and finding the dog eager to curl up beside him. Six protest, only to find the dog once again eager to make things into a game. Yet again Six ended up giving up, the dog finally settling in next to Six and relaxing. Six could see why the human wanted to get rid of the dog....

As time went by, Six found himself oddly attached to this cheerful and optimistic dog, which became named Lunch. (He would threaten to make it lunch when it got really annoying to him.) The ball was eventually torn to shreds, so they would end up using bones, sticks, or whatever else they could find, to play fetch. They wrestled, played chase, hunted together. It was an odd sensation. To no longer be alone, but to be friends with something that was not his own kind. Sadly, all things must come to an end, and the story of Lunch was just another circle of how careless humans could be. The forest they live bordered a road, and Lunch was known to stray close to it searching for food that humans had tossed out of their cars. It was on one of these days that a car happened by, hitting poor Lunch. By the time Six found him, the dog was already gone, leaving Six, once more, alone. Death is a common thing in the wild, but this circumstance hurt Six deeply. His beloved Lunch was gone, and the time they spent together left a gaping hole in his heart. From the body of the dog, Six removed the collar it wore, placing it about his own neck as a reminder. There are no tags upon it, it is simply...a dirty dog collar that belonged to his Lunch.

[MouseyLavi]

Username: Mouseylavi
Name: Sale
Gender: Male
Most prized item: Sales most prized item is his Hasbro FurReal sparrow. He often talks to him and named him Jack. Sale loves Jack and always plays pretend with him.

[Bean_Cake]

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U s e r n a m e;-------ˣ--------------------Bean_Cake

N a m e;-------ˣ--------------------Tate

G e n d e r;-------ˣ--------------------Male

M o s t P r i z e d I t e m;-------ˣ--------------------
Tate's most prized item isn't something he won or something that was even given to him. Tate wears a rather big white and blue bell around his neck attached to a rope. Tate is a tracker; but not for hunting, he enjoys tracking and watching feral animals such as deer and rabbits. it was on a cold snowy day that was tracking a doe and its fawn through some thick woods, when he finally caught up with them he found the fawn all alone in the frozen snow. at first he was scared that it had gotten lost from its mother but then a twig snapped and he could see the silhouette of the mother in the distance. Tate reached into his bag and pulled out some rope and a bell that he kept to tie on trees to mark trails where deer roam the most. he tied the bell onto the fawn as it sat frightened in the snow, as he backed away from the young deer it took off to its mother.

By the end of winter Tate had been tracking his young friend for some time but had lost the fawn and had been searching for it for the past few weeks. as he came to a frozen stream something flashed in the sunlight sticking out of the snow. as he dug up the object he noticed that it was same bell he tied onto the fawn a few months back. Tate wasn't sure if it had just fallen off or if maybe the fawn or its mother tour it off, but he smiled looking down at it and he tied the bell around his own neck. it would make a lovely keep sake to remember the small lost fawn that he once cared so much for, and to remember all the little reasons why enjoys tracking in the first place.

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[Mint Chip]

Username: Mint Chip
Name: Zeal (meaning "with passion")
Gender: male
Most prized item:
A pair of black boxing gloves.
It might seem odd for a viscet to own a pair of boxing gloves, but for Zeal, nothing could make more sense. The gloves themselves are a sort of token, an item full of memories that he keeps with him always. He doesn't wear them himself, he keeps them tied together and carries them around his neck as thy remind him of his late father. His father was a strong viscet, with power in both his legs and arms. His father was used for entertainment of sorts, as Zeal was born in captivity. His father a trained boxer, who fought in fist matches against other creatures - sometimes other viscets, but usually kangaroos or more easily accessed fighters. The arena and almost palace like place that Zeal used to call home has now been abandoned by his human counterparts, leaving him and his father behind. Being kept as pets and prize fighters neither truly knew how to survive in the wild, but Zeal's father did his best for his son until he could no longer. Now Zeal is on his own and the only item he has to remember his father by is those boxing gloves which his father wore so proudly. Reminding him of one of the greatest lessons in life - "It ain’t about how hard you hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward; how much you can take and keep moving forward."
(quote is from Rocky Balboa)