Username: Snivy.
Pup name: Conway
Gender: Male
Rank: Novice Trainee
Personality: Conway, Con for short, is a very nice, well behaved little pup. He is quiet, and doesn't like to be around others. He is observant, and loves to watch life go on about him, as if he were not there.
Likes: Conway likes the smell of springtime, the cool breezes of autumn, and just being outdoors in general. Nature is what appeals to him. One of his favourite hobbies is watching fish.
Dislikes: Being stuck indoors, extremely warm or cold tempuratures, and seeing things die.
Promise to take good care of this pup? Yes! He is so cute!
: Art and Story :
Hmmm... is it okay if I coloured in an editable? Because I cannot draw from scratch on ChibiPaint for the life of me. As for the story:
Where to start? I suppose with my name. I'm Conway, and this is my story.
This valley has always been my home. But it hasn't always looked like this. The trees, bushes, and seemingly endless streams, were not always here. You see, one day, my siblings and I were playing in a creek, having all kinds of fun, when we heard a crackling a short distance away, followed by an orange glow. A fire! I stayed clam as my siblings panicked, realizing that, as the eldest, I needed to take control of the situation. As the fire approached, I told them to put their heads under and only come up if you really need air. They did so, and we watched the fire sweep past us underwater. As my siblings and I came up for air, the time we could hold it for grew shorter and shorter. Finally, they all passed out, and I was the only one left. I had no choice but to drag them on to the shore, where I too collapsed, gasping for air. My vision was fading, and it was becoming harder to breathe. Seeing as I could hold on to conciousness no longer, I promptly passed out.
When I woke, things weren't the same. The valley was black and charred. The ground was still smouldering in places, and my fur was singed. Horrified, I ran away, leaving my siblings. I was so foolish.
I didn't care how much my paws hurt from the endless running, didn't care where I was going. I just wanted to get away. I couldn't stand the sight of all that death and destruction, all the animals that were wounded or killed. It still makes me want to vomit, and I haven't even eaten anthing yet! Anyway, I managed to escape to the next valley, at least until everything started to regrow. I can only presume that my siblings died of disease or starvation, having never found them.
So, do you see? A time ago, the valley looked different. But none of us have changed.
Oh, and one question: Will he stay a pup forever, like a PPS of sorts?