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[SnowStar]

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First Kit:

Username: Raegami
Kit: First
Name: Samhain
Gender: Male / Todd
Adoptive Parent(s): Gabriel - owned by me

Personality:

you'll find out soon enough.

in the Forest of Souls

Relationship with Siblings and Parent(s):

everyone wonders why in the world would Gabe want to care for a child. in the end, it wasn't what the child looked like that struck him. more so the fact that he could teach his odd ways of soul collecting to him. to have an "heir" to travel in the normal DVF world, while he worked on wrangling souls in the Soul Forest*. Gabriel is a shell. a coffin, with nothing in him. he is hollow. his raven, a black nigthmare raven, named Demetrius teaches Samhain. Gabriel does not speak, Deme, does. Samhain doesn't mind being around the coot. he's a little unnerved by the black drool, and the nightmare raven, but he's comfortable where he is.

*disclaimer: *no one knows how to get there. only i, and gabriel know how to get there. this place is for the dead. don't ever use this idea without my expressed permission.

Extras:
to do list:
[url]- art[/url]
- history
- more art
- ref of him
- show ref of Deme
- items

Second Kit:
None - nobody entered for it.

Third Kit:

Username: PixieStoryteller
Kit: Third
Name: Pounce
Gender: Male
Adoptive Parent(s): Dandy & KaiLee

Personality
When KaiLee first found him, Pounce was a rather sober infant. True, he
could only just barely open his little tiny eyes, but still he was missing
the curiosity and energy expected in young kits. In his defense, he was
also rather malnourished after his mother had passed away since there
weren't any really good substitutes for mother's milk.
However, as time went by and he grew stronger, Pounce began to regain
his natural effervescence of spirit, and quickly picked up KaiLee's love of
life. His youthful energy would not allow him to be a mopey kit. Soon he
was plaguing Dandy by knocking over his fresh pile of herbs or beetle shells
he had collected because he was playing tag with KaiLee.
Pounce is usually very easy-going, and never starts trouble with Dandy or
KaiLee. With Bane, however, Pounce often can't resist the urge to argue and
tease in a younger brother fashion. When this happens, the results tend to
keep Dandy busy learning new ways to cure cuts, scratches and bruises.
Pounce is rather resilient in battle and not easily conquered as Bane has
come to learn and Dandy has come to resent somewhat.

Relationship with Siblings and Parent(s)
With his true parents, Pounce only has a vague memory of his mother's soft belly and warm milk. He remembers a gentle tongue, a sudden feeling of being torn away and the scent of blood. Pounce does his best not to contemplate what exactly happened when she was taken away from him. When he gets older, he might ask KaiLee for the story behind his rescue, but for now KaiLee is very happy not to have to tell him and Pounce is so happy with his adopted family that he doesn't want to think about anything sad happening to his previous one. He does generally believe his birth mother was a good fox and harbors a loyalty to her deep in his heart.
His father he knows absolutely nothing about and really doesn't think about him except when he sees a kit interacting with their father. And then it is only a faint longing to know what it might be like to have an older male to look up to. Of course, he has Dandy and Bane whom he idolizes, but neither could ever really be considered a father figure to Pounce.
As for his true siblings, again his memories are vague: something about snuggling and warm bodies, a little bit of play fighting just before the separation. As such, he knows that he didn't hate his siblings, but he doesn't know enough that he feels a desire to find them. He would be happy to meet them again if they ever crossed paths. He assumes that they would feel the same. He also assumes that they all found happy parental replacements like himself.
Speaking of which, Pounce's relationship with his surrogate family is very stable. Pounce dotes on KaiLee, respecting (almost) her very command and looking up to her as he imagines he would have looked up to his mother. His favorite thing to do is play games with her, especially tag. He wants to be as strong in spirit and body as she is when he grows up.
As for Dandy, well, he's a little too introverted and focused on his own agenda to really have time for mentoring a young kit. Pounce knows that Dandy is experienced in life and is very wise, so he respects Dandy and listens to his advice, even when he doesn't intend to follow it. Dandy doesn't care to exert himself to partake in the harum scarum pranks which KaiLee and Pounce get up to so Pounce leaves him alone most of the time. Though it is kind of fun to see Dandy when he's flustered about his collection of beetle shells getting knocked over, Pounce doesn't knock them over on purpose, most of the time.
Finally, Bane, in Pounce's mind, is an older brother. As such, Pounce enjoys teasing him ceaselessly and trying to get him to play. The only time he will hold off is after Bane has gotten sick of him and rough-housed him till he was too tired to be a bother anymore or when KaiLee gets sick of the whining and tells him to knock it off. Bane, for his part, is actually pretty patient and gentle with Pounce, despite the all of the play wrestling they do. Bane plays with Pounce a lot, mostly because there's nobody else to really wrestle with as KaiLee's a lady and Dandy's a wimp. But Bane also enjoys the mentoring aspect of hanging out with Pounce and Pounce considers Bane to be the toughest and smartest fox out there, besides Dandy. So Bane will occasionally critique Pounce's approach to a play-fight in order to teach him different wrestling techniques (usually after a wrestling match in which Pounce got the worst of it) or else will redirect Pounce's occasionally obnoxious energy into learning hunting techniques.
Ultimately, Pounce loves his mismatched family despite their not being blood related and he wouldn't trade them for the world, but that doesn't mean he has completely forgotten his original family. They too have a place in his heart, even if that place is not quite as prominent as that in which he holds his love for his "real family" as he thinks of his band.

Extras

Dandy's & KaiLee's Relationship to Each Other
In Relation to Pounce
Dandy and KaiLee are not a couple, or at
least they are too young, even as adults, to
really think about that as yet. However,
KaiLee has a mothering spirit when she's
not prancing about in the grass and Dandy
is more of the grounded of the two, so the
kit would have something of a "mother" and
a "father" even though the two might never
be mates. I suspect that the kit would
quickly call KaiLee "mother" but Dandy
might be considered more of an uncle over
time.

How Pounce Got His Name
It had only been a little over a month since
KaiLee had rescued the little kit from the
pit of devastation she’d found him in. Since
then he had grown a bit, but not enough for
KaiLee, and his lack
of playfulness worried her as well. He had
begun to be able to do more than roll and
crawl around which was a success, but he
didn’t seem interested in the games KaiLee
tried to play with him. If she tossed a ball
of rolled up grass at him, he would just look
up at her with a comical expression of
confusion.
KaiLee sighed as she stared at the infant as
he slept, curled up against her warm body.
She felt again the warm sensation of
happiness that she was his caretaker and at
the same time the bite of apprehension that
he would always be tainted by the darkness
she had rescued him from.
But she knew she shouldn’t despair. After all,
he could just be a late bloomer. KaiLee shook
her head to get rid of the doubts and curled
herself tighter around the little bundle,
letting herself fall into a peaceful sleep.
She was awoken abruptly by a sharp sting on
her nose. KaiLee jerked her head up, sneezing
with surprise and blinking sleep quickly from
her eyes. All she saw as she glanced blearily
around was the young kit, staring up at her
with an expression of innocent excitement.
KaiLee forgot her discomfort in her surprise at
the new expression of glee the youngster was
wearing, his tail waving slightly in his joy.
“What’s up?” she asked, her tail waving slightly
in response to his delight.
“I pounce!” was the happy squeak that replied to
her.
His communication was still rusty, but he had
been learning the basics lately and KaiLee loved
the challenge of trying to interpret his first
attempts. This baffled her, though.
“What?” she asked, her head tilted in her
confusion.
“I pounce!” was the slightly unintelligible
answer.
Then, to demonstrate, he scooted backward, a
little wobbly, and crouched down. Next, he
bunched up his little muscles and launched
himself into the air. He couldn’t get enough
umph to get him very far, but he was close
enough already that he easily landed on
KaiLee’s paws, crossed over each other as she
was in the habit of doing when she slept. His tiny
kit claws dug somewhat painfully into KaiLee’s
fur and she realized what had woken her up. After
this he looked up at her with a triumphant
expression.
“I pounce!” he declared proudly.
KaiLee barked with delight, scaring the kit a little
with the noise, but she then nuzzled him
affectionately. She was so pleased that he had
finally shown some gumption on his own.
“Perfect!” she praised him, and then turned
around, finding the ball of grass she had been
trying to get him to chase earlier, “Now pounce on
this!”
It didn’t take long for the kit to begin pouncing on
just about everything, announcing after each
successful attempt, “I pounce!”.
“Yes, you pounce!” KaiLee finally responded after
the fifth time; she was a little exasperated.
But then she got an idea. So far, the band had been
calling their little bundle simply “Kit” or “the Kit”.
But KaiLee had never intended that to be his name.
Now she knew the perfect name for him, and he
had really picked it out for himself.
“Yes, you are Pounce.” KaiLee declared, tongue
lolling out in her pleasure.
The newly christened Pounce looked up at KaiLee
in confusion. It took him a while to understand,
but when he realized that he was to be named
after his first great success, Pounce seemed very
pleased.
The name amused the others but no one objected
and Pounce grew to be as boisterous as his name
implied he would be.

How KaiLee Found Pounce
The whole event happened one afternoon
while KaiLee was out scavenging and
hunting for food. Dandy had thought their
little band would have better luck if they
split up and KaiLee didn’t see anything
wrong with his suggestion. So now she was
wandering a small copse of trees where she
hoped small animals might be bolder about
wandering away from their burrows in the
thicker underbrush as opposed to the
exposed grasslands where KaiLee’s band
were currently residing.
KaiLee hadn’t entered the woods for very
long when she thought she heard a squeak.
Eagerly she paused and sharpened her
senses, hoping the squeak was from an
unwary vole or mouse.
However, what KaiLee first sensed was a
smell that sent a chill down her spine: it
was the smell of blood, fox blood. And it
was nearby.
KaiLee shuddered, immediately deciding
that it would be best to leave, prey or no
prey. She would have too, if her
heightened sense of hearing hadn’t
identified the origin of the squeaking.
KaiLee could tell now that it was the
distressed whimpers of an infantile kit,
hungry for his mother’s milk. She had
heard that sound plenty of times
growing up with her large family. Only
this time the whimpers were feint: the
kit was becoming weak.
KaiLee shook herself in momentary
indecision: should she go after the kit
when there was a potential fox killer
present somewhere, maybe close by?
Another outbreak of whimpers helped
KaiLee decide she couldn’t turn away
from a kit in need and she began
following the sound. Not to her surprise,
KaiLee found the smell of blood getting
stronger as she padded closer to the sound
of the kit’s cries.
The smell was strong enough now that
KaiLee could tell that the blood wasn’t as
old as she originally thought it was, it
could only have been shed but a day
before at most. KaiLee paused as she
realized this, letting her senses take in
more of her surroundings, searching for
the scent of the killer. All she could smell,
though, was the scent of fox. KaiLee
shuddered again and moved more quickly
to the growing sounds of desperate kit.
Finally, she arrived at what appeared to
be a large tangle of vines behind which
KaiLee knew there must be a den of some
sort. Once she pushed aside the vines, KaiLee
was faced with the entrance of a cave. It
looked like the open mouth of some monstrous
beast and the smell coming from it like rotten
breath. Of the whole ordeal, KaiLee worst
memory of it was stepping into the cloying
darkness of that cave. She cautiously began
making her way into the old den, unable to
see much in the utter blackness. The kit, she
could tell, was somewhere further into the
den, possibly close the back of it.
KaiLee almost groaned with the terror of
having to make her way so far into this
horrible place where the scent of blood was
almost choking her.
Suddenly, KaiLee tripped over something stiff
and cold. She realized that it must be the dead
fox she had been scenting. KaiLee yelped
squeamishly and stumbled her way past the
corpse, realizing with pitying revulsion that it
must have been the mother due to the sour milk
smell that also wafted through the cave.
Having hastened to the back of the cave,
KaiLee bent her nose very cautiously toward the
increased wailings of the kit. Her nose now
touched something soft and warm and a tiny
nose gently touched hers. Instantly KaiLee’s
fears and anxiety retreated; now she only
wanted to get the kit safely from the cave.
Gently KaiLee sniffed the infant over, looking
for it’s neck fluff so as to carry it out. Once
she found it, she gently lifted the kit off the
ground and began carrying it cautiously out of
the cave.
KaiLee was prepared for contact with the dead
body this time and she only flinched when her
paws brushed it as she walked back out of the
main cave and into the entrance tunnel.
Quickly she jogged out of the depths of death
and devastation and out into the living warmth
of the woods.
Still remembering that the fox killer could be
nearby, KaiLee continued at a fast pace towards
the edge of the woods. KaiLee felt calmer now
that she was away from that horrible place and
decided to stop, rest, and clean up.
Gently placing the little bundle of fur down in
the grass, KaiLee realized that it too needed to
be cleaned. KaiLee began running her tongue
over the young scrap’s fur, soon finding out that
he was a todd.
As she performed the calming motion of washing
his fur, KaiLee wondered about him. She didn’t
worry about what would happen to him because
she already knew that she would raise him. She
remembered how often she had helped her dam
with raising her little siblings and felt pleasure
at the idea of taking care of a kit again. Dandy
might not like it, KaiLee knew, but he would get
over it. After all, what else could they do with
the little tyke?
Finally both she and the kit were free of the
stench of the death cave and KaiLee picked
up her little bundle again and wandered off to
find the others.
Now, if only I knew what to name you... she thought.

Forth Kit:

Username: FiveSecondsToFly
Kit: (first, second, third, or fourth) Forth
Name: Thunder
Gender: Male
Adoptive Parent(s): (link required, must be a DVF you own) Draca
Personality: Thunder is very quiet and shy, he tends to cling to Draca like the very shadows he is terrified of
Relationship with Siblings and Parent(s): Like I said, Draca is the world to the young pup, he was never close to his other siblings as he was too young to remember them
Extras:

Draca trotted through the huge trees, her pawfalls muffled by the damp leaves of countless autumns before.
She tipped her head upwards, squinting against the lightly falling grey rain. Was there another sound in the forest, besides the light patter of rain and gentle singing of the wind?
Frowning slightly she swiveled her ears in all directions, then locked them still when she heard the faint cry.
It sounded like a kit, but the rain was interfering with the scents.
With greatly mixed emotions, she vainly tried to peer through the thick underbrush, that obscured the creature.
She decided to push forwards a little ways, but froze after only three paces as the sickening scent of death hit her like a collapsing cliff.
The cries where louder now, fearful and pleading, tearing a hole in Draca's heart, but her head vehemently opposed any more approaching movement.
But Draca's heart had always spoken louder then her heart, and her conscious pulled towards helping the crying creature, whatever it may be.
So, with slow steps, she inched forwards, ducking under the tangled vines to allow herself clear passage.
When the vines lifted high enough for her to raise her head, she found herself in a den of a sort.
Blood stained the earth and swatches of fur were caught on a snag formed by the overhanging vines, but there was no sign of a body...
Wait.
A tiny pale form quivered on the edge of sight, nearly hid by its mere smallness.
Quietly, Draca crept over to the kit, and nuzzled it gently.
It yelped in fear, but calmed as it recognized Draca as one of its own kind.
"Come on little guy," she breathed "Let's get outta here before it comes back."
She didn't know what it was, but something had killed this little guy's parents, and could come back.
The kit whined in terror as Draca nudged him towards the exit.
"Its ok," she assured him "You'll be fine."




The first day
"You'll like it at Dellhaven," Draca promised "There are many other kits to play with, we'll have a nice dry den, and you won't be alone when I go hunting, how's that sound?"
Thunder whimpered anxiously, pressing himself in between Draca's legs, nearly tripping her "I don't want to go, I like our home to be by ourselves."
"Oh, Thunder," Draca sighed and stopped walking "Do you like being hungry? Do you like it when strange foxes try to hurt you? Do you like the scent of leviathans around every other tree?"
Thunder's eyes widened at the name of the dreaded beast and he gave his head a small fearful shake.
"I don't either, that's why I joined Dellhaven, they care about each other, and there are many of them, they protect each other from harm, its the best thing for you and me."
Thunder regarded the older fox seriously for several solemn moments, then nodded his head very slowly.
"Good boy," Draca nuzzled him lovingly "Now come on, we're almost there."

The clan dens where strange and new to Thunder, huge rocks tumbled over on top of each other as if a huge fox had been playing with them like pebbles and had grown bored with his play, so he'd dropped them there to become dens for the tiny little foxes who lived there.
Thunder didn't really like that idea.
There where also more foxes then he'd ever seen, certainly more then he could count.
Draca greeted a large fox with great respect, tucking her legs under her body and bowing her head; Thunder didn't know what she was doing, but he though it might be a good idea for him to do the same thing.
"Sir, this is Thunder, the young kit I spoke to you of," Draca spoke quietly, almost reverently, still in a subservient pose.
Thunder dared himself to peek upwards; he found the strange fox was smiling at him.
"Yes, Thunder wasn't it?" the strange fox asked kindly, bending his neck to look at the kit "He looks like a fine young male."
Then he turned to Draca, who had straightened up a little and they began to talk about things that Thunder didn't understand; they went on for a quite few minutes before the strange realized that Thunder was still huddled next to Draca.
"Thunder," he said, pausing his conversation with Draca "There are some kits playing over there, why don't you go make some friends?"
Thunder glanced at Draca for confirmation; she nodded and winked "Go have fun."
Thunder didn't really want to play with the strangers, but he trotted over there anyway.
He watched them play for a while, but couldn't figure out what they where doing, so wandered off aimlessly.
He was careful not to attract any attention, he didn't want to get into trouble, but he also was too shy to play with the kits like he'd been told.
He found his paws carrying him down a barely discernible path, out to the very edge of the dens.
He could see for miles, miles and miles of grass and sky, it was bigger than anything he'd ever seen, more magnificent than anything he'd ever experienced.
He felt accepted, the wind in the grass and the clouds in the sky wanted him to be there, they didn't mind if he was shy or different.
The stones on the ground and the birds in the breeze didn't mind that he didn't have any parents or siblings, they where happy that he was with them.
And Thunder knew that he was supposed to be there, at Dellhaven, with Draca and all the other foxes there.

[TheSongOfTheStars]

Poor second kit...

Anyway.
I'm so happy I got Thunder.
!!!!!!!

[PixieStoryteller]

Yes!!! So excited to start playing with Pounce! Thank you!

[GallopingHowl]

Is the second kit still open? I see no one has entered or won, but I certainly would!

[SnowStar]

Is the second kit still open? I see no one has entered or won, but I certainly would!

His adoption is currently on hold at the moment.
On June 15th I am going to try to grow him and on his growth thread his adoption will restart since he got no entries on here. c:

[justatiredboi]

Is it to late to enter for kit two?

[SnowStar]

Kit 2 has been grown and put for adoption Here.

[koegami]

Aah I've just saw this!
Thank you!

[koegami]

Can I have my first kit grown?
Or do I need to wait?