[Swiftalu]

A little scottish fold bab! ;;v;;

To win it, you need to write a story about either the plume exploring the big world or the plume coming home to its owner's place and exploring. You can only choose one, not both. This plume has the choice of being a PPS, which means you may let it grow or have it remain a PPS.

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[b]Username;[/b]
[b]Name;[/b]
[b]Gender;[/b]
[b]PPS?;[/b]
[b]Story;[/b]

There is unlimited amount of words you can use, but don't think just making it super long is going to be good (In fact, I discourage it as I'm not very good at keeping focus, unless you make it engaging). nvn

You cannot make extras or art for this contest

Ends November 28th

Feel free to ask for extensions

[Jaskiest]

Username;
~Stormfly
Name;
Magaret-Amanda Prince
Gender;
Female
PPS?; Yes
Story; wip
reserve <33

[Amberlilli]

Username; xXAmberlilliXx
Name;
Gender;
PPS?;
Story;

Reserve. ;v;

[prisms]

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Name::
Ovile Breach

Gender;
Male

PPS?;
Nope

Story;

The sun was just starting to shine into the young plumerian's dark room,
when suddenly the door creaked open a bit. Ovile's eyes opened, but shut
quickly again. Turning to his side, he tried to sleep again, but his mind
was full of the adventures he could go through today. He turned so his
body was facing the door. "I want too.." Ovile muttered, "But I'm too lazy
right now..." After a moment of muttering, he decided to set off on an
adventure somewhere. Pulling off his blanket, Ovile wrapped it around
his neck like a cape and ran down stairs quickly and quietly. Munching
up some good breakfast, he pushed open the small door to leave the house.

Outside was a beautiful sight. Colors flew everywhere Ovile looked around.
He breathed a single wow, before he headed out of his backyard. No-plumie
was outside at this time, no sounds to interrupt the peace (just the occasional
bird croaks). Ovile was marveled by how beautiful nature could be.

Heading toward a stream nearby, Ovile leaned to see his reflection; His face
got real serious as he looked at himself. Of course, he has looked at himself
many times before, but he always seemed surprised or notice. Ovile was
different. His floppy ears stood out so much, his mother named him because
of it. Ovile had meant Folded in his mother's language, Latin.

He closed his eyes and turned his head away from the water. The little
plumerian continued along the stream looking at all of nature once more,
before heading back to his house. Ovile noticed a faint smell coming from
inside of the house. Curious, he looked in from the window and saw his mother
making some fruit salad. Smiling, he rushed into the home and sat down just
in time for breakfast.

[lonk]

Username;
Name;
Gender;
PPS?;
Story;

possible res quq

[yeena]

nvm backing out

[epimetheus]

ghhhwhwuujj dropping

[waterstar.]

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Username; river styx
Name; Samantha
Gender; female
PPS?; nah
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Story; It was early on an August morning when Samantha Burly woke up. She lived in a nice two floor home with people always milling around the thousand rooms in her rich parent's large house. The house was a light blue, but not pale; most people mistook this description and pictured a pale blue mansion, but alas the house was a rich light blue with really bright color. She, on stubby toes and short legs, tiptoed to the window of her room to see a fancy car pull in the circle driveway. Sammy was in her favorite pink and blue pajamas when the man exited the car and knocked at the door. Samantha heard it well considering the fact her basement was next to the door on the first floor. She heard her father open the slightly creaking door and heard some mumbling about something. Then she heard him yell for her. Samantha clumsily tripped over herself until she started to run out into the living room, bursting through the closed door. "Yes Daddy?" Sammy quietly asked. She observed the man her father was talking to. He was a tall and stout man which a chiseled expression. His chin was covered in faint bristles as if he forgot to shave two days in a row. Her father motioned her closer. "Dear, meet Mr. Kitley." her father said in a tone much too familiar, Samantha knew her dad wanted something from her, as he was normally cold and uninviting towards her.

Within the next three hours Sam was explained to that she would be taking a short trip somewhere.

[O b l i v i o n ☯]

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Story;

[Guest]

this is gourgeous!
My birthday is on the 20th, and this is awesome so possible reserve.