This got much longer than expected, sorry >>
Username:WajaGirl
Name:Maekune, but her nickname is Mae.
Gender:Female
Personality:wip
Why this Solkon got its designs:(written as if a story being told by an older solkon to younger ones)"I know you have all heard about the legend of Maekune. But did you know how she got her lovely design? I suppose not, so let me read to you a little passage.."
She saw the pollution coming.
It came in great billowing waves of grey that darted as if giant clouds where hurling upon the earth. The darkness choked the life out of everything it touched, and Mae knew she had to warn the other solkons in her soulk before it was too late. Thinking fast, she dropped everything she was doing to run to them. Her pure white fur rippled as she gasped for breath, straining all of her muscles to the point she thought she would collapse. Gathering all the solkons together, she pushed them towards shelter. She was the last to enter, but the small, cramped opening would not allow any protection from the pollution. Sacrificing herself, she ran back out to get a fallen log to plug the hole with. Without her filling the hole with her fluffy fur, she could easily keep the others safe by staying outside. Knowing she would die in a matter of moments, she watched the lavenders at her feet blowing in the wind. Picking one, she held it in her mouth and closed her eyes.
The pollution struck swiftly, and in a matter of seconds the gust had passed over. A lifeless white shape lay on the ground, still clutching onto the hope that the others had survived. As the solkons cautiously emerged from the hole, they noticed the sky starting to glow a bright white. A mist sucked up from the ground, pulling lavender into the air as it started to grow. The fields grew back in a bright purple haze, and a white figure suddenly darted upwards into the sky. There was a bright flash, and Mae was suddenly alive again and safely on the ground. Her coat had changed from white to a beautiful lavender pattern, representing the selfless sacrifice she had made for the solkons in her soulk. They all ran up to her, and since that day she has become a legend to solkons everywhere.
"So you see, she saved the future of the soulk she belonged to and earned her coat's pattern. Many solkons still debate what happened during that time long ago, it seems like a great fairy tale to tell. Would that ever be possible? Well, what do you think?"