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Im so sorry its so short, if i win i'll add more, but i doubt it. That other form is pretty good. <3

Username: Funsized Kitkat
Name: Little Kricket
Gender: Female
Personality: On average shes pretty smart with a tendency to be a tad bit absent minded. She's small framed & Fragile so she trys to prove herself worthy but can only do so to a certain extent due to her "Disadvantage" Flexiable she is, she can make one of the fastest turns or make the sharpest corner, she's quite the airodynamic atheltete. She seems to be very affectionate but doesnt tolorate those she doesnt know getting too close. She's adventerous, but she's also accident-prone. She's just down-right clumsy.
Story: As I began to creep closer my wings started to ache and my mouth watering. The quail was completly unaware until, that is, I clumsly stepped on a leaf. Once again, making a wrong step. The quail was mid-way in the air when I bounded upward, jaws clenched around the soon to be lifeless birds neck. With a snap of a bone, and the force of gravity bringing me back to earth without my wings pressed against my side, I plopped back on the ground. Proud of my catch, I lay it in front of me an took a look around the admire my surroundings. The leaves were changing all kinds of different colors as they fell to the cold ground. It was Autumn, winter was comming soon. I smiled secretley and picked up my quail, making my way to the elders to listen to their storys of when they founght with their gleaming armour shining brightly against the sun. As well, someday, I hope to be like them. Standing there, with my armour, with nothing in the world to prove me wrong.
Art: None yet, im sorry :c
Armor concept: I'll show after the results are posted on who one her. She's gorgeous. I say goodluck to everyone. <3
2 facts about W.A.F.:
Characteristics
Glowing markings light the way during flight and provide their bodies with an unlimited power source.
Wings grew in not long after, but can be tucked away. Wings are a thin filmy like material but extremely durable.
Fur is short, which is a positive and negative thing. It helps the wolves to be more arodynamic, but at the same time provides little protection against the harsh cold.

Arial wolves strongest points are their jaws, and their wings. Both are extremely powerful and have to be.
Lean and stalky
-ntelligent
Organized
Brave
Honorable

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Username:

KitKat

Name:

"My name is Amber, matches my colors. It's decent, could be better, but it my name. It describes my gold markings."

Gender:

"If you haven't noticed, I'm a female. But I guess you've been breathing the toxic gas for a bit too long. Heard it does things to your brain. Might want to get it checked out,"

Personality:

"Well, I'm a proud wolf, with a tongue prickly like a hedgehog. I can be nice, but don't count on it. I'm good at taking charge, but I will step down and let others lead. But you can expect a few remarks from that. I'm very stubborn, and not afraid to challenge anyone. But I'm smart enough to step down, and my quick reaction is great during times of trouble. No matter how bad I can get, I'm the most loyal wolf you'll ever meet, I can promise you that,"

Story:

"A story? Like, a life story? You're pretty brave asking me that, kid, but I'll tell you none the less. You better sit down.
So, I'm just going to outline it for ya. I was born in a litter of three, two brothers, and an older sister from another litter. But our core group was very close, so I didn't treat them much different from my non-blood brothers and sisters.
When I was a few months old, my older sister was transferred to another team. She and I were the best of friends, so seeing her go didn't make me too happy. But I learned to toughen up, and started to become more closed off. I was learning to be independent, a lesson every wolf has to learn.
As soon as me and my brothers were old enough, my mother had to go as well. She was more of a tunnel wolf, despite her shift to our current cliff side. I wasn't that close to her, so parting with her wasn't as bad. But she was my teammate, my mother, so it stung a little. But what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, even if it hurts. That's my motto.
I was nearing adulthood when my brother disappeared. He was the runt, the weak link of our group. So it wasn't as surprising when he was taken by the creatures of the forest. My older brother, Hawk, had been with him when it happened, and had tried to save him. But they had got Hawk by his wings, and he just barely escaped himself. He was horrified that he couldn't save him.
My father grieved over his youngest son, for they were probably the closest. It wasn't as hard for me, like my mother's move, it still hurt. But I was more worried about my older brother, who had suffered severe damage to his wings. They determined it was permanent, to our dismay.
After the incident, I was always with Hawk, trying to cheer him up, trying to keep him happy. But losing our wings, it's like losing part of our soul, our existence. Combine that with his vain attempt to save my younger brother, he went into a depression.
I tried, I tried so hard to help him. I was torn, seeing my older brother like that. And then, one day, he asked me if we could go on a walk. I eagerly agreed, hoping it was a sign he was feelings better. We walked along the cliff side, gazing at the blue skies, the fluffy clouds. But then, he told me how much he loved me as a sister, and how much he loved our team. I started asking him why he was saying all this, but then he ran.
He ran, right off the cliff side, and spread his broken wings. Of course, they were horribly damaged and mangled, so, you can guess what happened. And I just stood there, watching with unbearable pain. Crushing sadness. My brother had taken his life before me.
After, I had to break the news to my father. Can you imagine, describing your brothers death to your father? After this, I decided to go flying, to clear my head,
When I fly, I feel free, so very free. It's like, indescribable joy, that can lift me frm almost any sadness. By now, the fluffy white clouds had been replaced with darker, stormy clouds. But I thought I would only be out for a little while, a short flight. This wasn't the case.
I got lost in flying, just above the dark clouds, in the lue sky above. It was beautiful, and I hated having to leave. But I knew. Had to return to my grieving core group, and face the world once more. So I was scanning the clouds, looking for a gap. I was taught never to fly through clouds, it can be quite dangerous. And especially not thunder clouds, full of electricity.
Unfortunately, all I could find was blankety layers of dark clouds. But I refused to be trapped above. When I was taught how to fly, I was shown how to find thin, light clouds to fly through in cases like this. They were wet, and somewhat confusing, but I knew how to. The only difference here was that these clouds were darker.
So, I adjusted my wings, and headed for a small patch of the storm clouds. It looked thin enough for me to fly through, easy and painless. But the instant I touched the cloud, I knew something was wrong.
Electricity buzzed in the clouds, making my fur stand on end. But I was already deep in, my wings being pulled in to the moist shadows. Then I realized the pull, the thickness of the clouds. As the lightning began to fizzle near by, I found myself lost in the layered darkness. Confused, I began to spin out of control.
Help! I thought to myself, trying to find which way was up. Flapping my trapped wings, I headed towards a lighter color. And I burst out of the clouds so suddenly, I hardly realized I was going down. Straight towards the cliffside.
I tried to flap my wings, but they were pinned back, plus the fact I was sideways. I yelped, trying to straighten myself, unfold my wings. I tried not to yelp again from the pain as I managed to extend them out. But it was too late, and I careened into the cliff.
I hit the side of the rocky hill, a couple feet above the ledges. I had walked those paths so many times, and this would probably have been the last time I saw them. So I hit the face of the wall, face first.

I woke up a couple days later, all banged up. My face was bruised and stinging still, and my fur was still singed from the lightning. But that wasn't the worse, by far.
When I did awake, I instantly tried to stand up. But I quickly realized something. My back left leg refused to budge. What the heck? I thought, trying to push up again. But all I get was the slightest tingle sensation, before it numbs again. Something wasn't right. And I was going to find out.
It took me a little while to realize I was in a friend's den. She was an expert on injuries, so it was no surprise I had been taken to her. I was thinking of this when I heard voices outside.
"Will she fly again?"
"I can't tell now, she's been through a lot of trauma,"
"Can I please see her?"
"She has to rest, she probably won't be awake anyways,"
"But I have to leave today, if I don't see her now, I never will. It's the least you could do. My sons died not to long ago, and my daughter just received life-threatening injuries. You have to let me see her!"
I could tell by now that it was a conversation between my dad and the family friend. But life-threatening injuries? Surely it couldn't have been that bad? Then again, I had been writing my will before I had hit that cliffside... I didn't have time to ponder more before she responded.
"Only for a little bit. Only if she's awake. If she isn't, you'll just have to go. I'm sorry,"
"Thank you!" And then my father rushed in, surveying me. I was tucked in the corner, head on my paws, looking towards the entrance. As he arrived, I lifted my head. "You're leaving?"
He had started towards me, but then he stopped, looking at his paws ruefully. Guilt, a trait I hadn't gotten. How could he leave me, when this had happened?
"Yes. I was going to tell you, I promise! It wasn't going to be for another week, but they decided to move me early. And you've been out for a couple days, I was going to tell you..." I could tell he meant that day. A chill crept down my body, but skipped my damaged leg. My saddened gaze hardened, realizing what would be happening. I was losing my main family, my bloodline. My last connection was about to be severed.
"So you can't call it for leave? You're just going to leave, after I almost die! I might never fly again, and you're just going to go, fly away, back to where? The tunnels?" And it hit me. "You're fleeing to mom!"
After that, I sat sulkily while he tried to redeem himself. Vainly, I may add. How dare he, take off, at my time of need. I had lost my sister, my mother, my brothers, and now him too.

It wasn't until a couple weeks later that I had been allowed out of the den. But when I did leave, I had armor, specially designed for my leg. Turns out, it's mostly paralyzed, I can only controlled certain joints. I'm lucky I can walk. But that's why I have the unusual armor on this one leg. Oh, and I got my goggles that day as well. They say I earned them through pain and loss, but I survived. Just like I survived my accident.
I still have trouble occasionally. My armor will stiffen, leaving me immobilized. Or I'll have horrific episodes, crippling memories, flashes of pain. But I survive. I can still fly, I've worked hard to excercise my wings. It took a while for me to grow strong enough to fly with the extra weight. But I survive. Because that's what I am, what I've always been. A survivor. A fighter. Independent.

Art:

Will make later.

Armor concept:

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2 facts about W.A.F.:

• "My back left leg is paralyzed,"
• "I am extremely proud,"

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Armor concept, what do you mean by that? Do you mean what it looks like or why it looks as it does.
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Oh, okay, I'm doing that now. Can't wait for November 15th.
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