[Vayentha]

closed

[kafka]

reserved with Cherry Blossom as the flower <33

[icseal]

Reserved with name miyu sakura

[.Sweet-Paradise.]

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flower;; Peach flower tied on her tail with a string.
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other;; idk do whatever you want here ahaha

dropping

[MegaCherrio]

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other;; idk do whatever you want here ahaha

[The Glass Doe]

name;;
Yuki
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other;; idk do whatever you want here ahaha

[Koily.]

light pink Azalea, http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3622/3340101192_a5407ed614_z.jpg
Dropping out.. eAe
Good luck on the winner! ^u^

[jern.]

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wip XD

[ruse]

name;; primrose

the meaning of this name is 'first rose'.
I didn't choose this name for its meaning; it just seemed to fit this girl well.

personality;; shy, naive, curious, quirky

when I first laid eyes on this sweetheart, I knew she was a shy soul.
Primrose is one who cares for your well-being; regardless of whoever
you might be, on the outside and interior. Despite this caring demeanor
of hers, she can be known as careless and naive, with her stuttering
of words and constant clumsiness, two of her quirks.
Prim's a curiously-inclined spirit, always looking for something new,
often caught up in her adventures.
In all, this bee cat is a gentle kitten with a love for everyone and
a thirst for adventure.

art;;

text

flower;; dandelion

Primrose's flower is the dandelion; it, most of the time, gets cluttered
in her pink lace-like string, often because of her sneezing and wheezing.
Primrose is a bit sensitive to many things, including her birth flower, which
causes her to sneeze.
When the flower's not hopelessly tangled in her string, it's held in her paws; gentle
enough not to crush the delicate thing, but firm enough so it won't take flight.

story;; pollen sprinkled on my nose

Primrose's petite paws held the thin-stemmed flower, the wind ruffling
the pretty dandelion's seeds, sending them aflight. With a soft sigh, she
shut her eyes, hoping glimpses of memories would show.

And the nostalgia came.
- - -- - -- - -
The days of running past flowering plants and blooming blossoms were
coming to a stop; leaves began taking on the characteristic tangerine hues
of autumn. The sun began to take on a less warmer approach towards
Mother Nature, in preparation for the season of orange and crumpling
leaves underfoot.
Primrose fluttered by the plants, passing them quickly enough to send them
whirling about for a decent amount of time; she was on one of her many
venturings, this one especially daring.
A little patch of small pink flowers nabbed at her attention, so strange to
little Prim's eyes; the flowers stood high and defiant against the transitioning
between seasons, the petals of each individual blossom seemed to sparkle
like the sequins on a young human's blouse.
Prim squinted at the petite wildflowers, shutting them closed as if to think
more clearly. She knew she had seen, no, heard of these tiny spectacles.
From the stories her family cooed lovingly to her, like a lullaby to a child restless
and in need if sleep.
Budding flowers whose age seems to never show, invincible against Mother Nature's
forces; the one who holds the defiant wildflower in their paws is the one with the
wish fulfilled.
The pure white feline cautiously approached the small meadow of pink, grabbing an
individual flower in her palms, hoping she wouldn't sneeze as she always did when
picking flowers.
Prim rolled the glistening flower in her palm, examining it; its pink-hued petals sparkled
as its other companions down in the patch, sunlight catching. A small circle of gold was
the center of pink, a bright splash of color in a habitat of pink.
Prim wrinkled her nose, breathing in the wafting fragrance of the flower dangling in her
petite paws, not knowing what would happen a few seconds after.
A sensation had built inside of her; the need to sneeze overwhelmed the floating cat,
until it all came out in a high-pitched sound followed by a bit of spittle.
The sudden burst of the sneeze blew the pollen to Primrose's face, sticking onto her
once pure features, sprinkling her cheeks and bridge of her nose with little dots,
along with her knees, tail, and elbows, resembling freckles. The fluffy white cat
admired the flower some more, not knowing her face was no longer plain, then
stuck the petite wildflower in her mess of string, flying herself home afterwards.
By supper, Primrose knew what had happened to her formerly pure white facade,
a little horrified at the news, but more surprised that she didn't notice.
Fr days and nights, the bee cat took the time to attempt to cleanse herself of
the little freckles on her features; no luck. After a few weeks of spending an
hour a day doing that, she accepted that she had freckles now, making her stand out
from her ordinary, plain family. On the day she gave up, Prim closed her eyes to
remember the day when she became a freckled bee cat.

other;; quick art

sorry for the sucky traditional art; I didn't have time to get it in, without a laptop
and all. ;m;
link

everything is still in a work in progress at the moment.

[siennacereal]

name;; Narciso, which means daffodil in spanish
personality;; she is very sweet and caring. She loves helping others that are in need.
art;;
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flower;; Her flower is the pink daffodil. She wears a necklace with a pink daffodil attached to it.
other;;
Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attain'd his noon.
Stay, stay,
Until the hasting day
Has run
But to the even-song;
And, having pray'd together, we
Will go with you along.

We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you, or anything.
We die
As your hours do, and dry
Away,
Like to the summer's rain;
Or as the pearls of morning's dew,
Ne'er to be found again.

i didnt make this poem, just thought it would go with my form ^U^