Simple little bab <3
To win this ceiral, tell me a story about when it was a child.
To win this ceiral, tell me a story about when it was a child.
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If I win this Ceiral, I would name him Jake.
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█████Jake had lived under a willow tree for most of his childhood. His parents abandoned him when he was only three and left him under a large willow tree. Why they abandoned him, no one knows. Jake thought it could only be one of two options: Either they didn't want him or they just couldn't take care of them. He always wondered whether he actually had parents in the first place. With no one to care for him, no one to fight off the other animals of the wild, no one to show him the way to survive on his own, he was all alone. The willow tree provided enough protection during the frozen winter and the scorching summers, but it didn't keep other animals out. Scavengers wandered in and out of Jake's home under the willow branches freely, occasionally bumping into Jake. Scaring the scavengers away was hard for Jake. He would manage a slight growl every now and then to scare them off, but the rest of the time was spent batting the animals away with his paws. Finding food was also a hard task for Jake. He sometimes found things to eat around old campsites, but when the scavengers came to his willow tree, he would lose the little bit that he had. Jake had a hard time surviving in the woods without his father or mother to protect him, but he always found a way. When he loses all hope, something always shows up to help him: Another abandoned campsite, more rain to bring the soft grass up beneath his paws, or sometimes even something as simple as a rainbow that cheers him up. Somehow, though the days were long and tiring, Jake survived the harshness of the wild. Eventually, some other Ceirals came by the old willow tree and found a muddy, bruised, and tired little Ceiral. The spent a long time questioning him about his name, where his parents were, what happened, and many more. Jake just looked up at them and with a long sigh, he curled up into a ball. "We'll call you Jake for now." They said. Jake nodded, then started sleeping; dreaming about where he would go, who he would meet, and the new friends he would make.
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