Interview Name of the person hoping to adopt:Plop splotch
Sport Foxes name:Nefertiti Aerini
Gender of spirit fox: Female
how old are you, and how many years have you been writing?: Humanspeople call me 14 years old.( I'm maybe three in SF years?) My birthday is January 19. I started poems when I was eleven, and short stories just last year, let me think...*
she pauses to calculate* i' ve been writing for about three years. I started adding drawings to my poems, but they aren't good yet.
Name meaning:Nefertiti( she goes by Nerie or Aerini) means " the beautiful one has come" and originated in Egypt. Queen Nefertiti was the royal wife of Akhenaten, an Egyptian pharoh. Nefertiti went by many names in her time, wich was from about 1370 BC. to about 1330 BC., including Great of Praises, Lady of Grace, and Sweet of Love.( true story!) Aerin is a Tolkien Middle Earth invention, supposedly an Elvin name. It is also, in Nerie's case, a variation of Erin. So Aerini is a variation of Aerin, wich is a variation of Erin, wich is sometimes a variation of Eric, wich could be a variation of Erica, if that makes sense. What Aerini actually means is Ireland, becouse she spoke Irish when she was a baby, trying to copy a music CD.
I guess you could call this an intro:
That is my friend, Hero. He and I are poets. Here is my confusing story.
I am Nerie- or Aerini, whatever.
Lonely? Never!
Olways misspelling...
Vaguely remembering things I should know.
Everything is
not awesome, tho.
Aanything is better in a poem.
Can you say you agree?
Reading is best when you wrote what your paper says.
Oobviously, you love me dearly.
So why would you have read this far, if not?
That's my reasoning.
It makes sense, I truthfully say.
Can you believe that I am almost done?
Such a poem! All about me? How sweet!
The poem is true,
I do love acrostics.
And haiku,
and cinquain, too. But freeverse is fine, as well.
Personality:Random~ I love limes. Oh, and quoting, and anything on my list at the bottom of this entry! Here's one of my favorite quotes:
" personality cannot be photoshoped" I don't know where I found that but..... I'm gonna go find a lime. And maybe a bannana, as well.
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Rarely Ryme
I rarely ryme,
But it does take time.
All evening as birds chime.
I ryme now.
Oh, wait, no I don't.
I think so much my mind might explode.
I need to stop thinking, it doesn't work.
Nothing is inspiring.
I watch my own tail flick.
There are a few flowers to be picked.
But nothing is interesting.
Nothing is amusing.
Look what a mess I've made of this script!
It is almost done.
Here, now it's time to finish.
...........
But how is that done?
Why not make a haiku?
Do you want me gone?
Alright, I'll start a new one ^^
Trickster~ I lived in Egypt for my first 12 years of life. Not exactly, I just pretended that I did with Hero. I recently moved to a Native American reserve with Grumble Macky and my cousins, Luke, Luie, Lake, and Lexis. Oh, my, I keep saying things wrong. Grumble Macky is my godfather. His nefews and niece( the annoying quadruplets) live with him, so we call them what they call him, " Grumpy" or " Grumble Macky". Lake tried to say " Gruncle" but ended up giving Mack a nick name.
I walked into the tribe reserve of Odawa, expecting Ottakoothan to be waiting for me. He is one of the only people I know who still have Indian names. Could you guess that his name is means poet?
Poet
Writing such rymes
Thinking, carving pencils
Obviously, was born from ink
PleaserIf you couldn't guess, I'll tell you now. You have been informed. But.... He wasn't there. He was probably working on his novel in the scroll room, his office. I didn't dare bother him, not just yet. He is cranky every morning, only the quadruplets would risk it! Speaking of which, I have to go trick them in some sort of way. They got me in trouble last evening for spilling the whole tribe's corn flour.(
They did that together, while I was in the woods, where I was not supposed to be. It was all perfectly planned out to earn me a painful lashing.) I went to the waste tent to find Luke's tooth cleaning stick , and replaced the majority of his paste with wasabi. I figured I would get on with my day after that and cleaned my own teeh, to no avail. They felt...
slimy.
* Hehaaaeeahhaaggeg*snort*Lexis?
*snort* hooo, heeeeehaahahaha*gurgle-snort*You sound disgusting, Lexis.
I wiped my tongue over my teeth, wondering what was on them.
Luie told her to calm down, and eventually, she did. Ottakoothan walked in soon after she was calm, and stared at my teeth, then glared at Lexis. He told me that I had ink on my teeth, and I saw that he was reaching for the wasabi paste. I ran out, grabbing Lexis on my way, who took hold of Luie' s hand, who took hold of Lake, who seemed to appear out of the shadows. Luie stoped running, causing Lake to crash into him, pulling Lexis down and somehow sending me flying 6 feet away.
Suddenly, Ottakoothan was hovering over me and pulled me up.
Tricksters get trouble
Punishments are not subtle
Just training for life~
Bold~
" I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear" - Nelson Mandela
Courage
Brave'ry, triumph
Seeking, Learning, Earning
You stumbled and pushed up again
Boldness
Repeat
Eventualy
It's OK, it will end
So keep seeking, learning, earning
Alright
Likes:
Limes
Bannanas
The color Lime greenThe color Bright yellowHero, of course.
Plop splotch' s only other spirit fox, Cobalt( he comes in later)
Poems, specifically haiku's, cinquains,acrostics, and freeverse.
Emojis!!!
Over use of emojis...
Drawing angels
Quotes
Making paper
Carving pens and pencils
Grinding ink ( from berries and nuts)
Making glass jars, wich are usually used for holding ink
Trading glass, clay,and wood sculptures
Trading and selling her poems
And bunches of more things, of course. If I listed everything, I could go on forever.
What I don'tlike:
Long, boring articles with no poetic form
Luke, Luie, Lake, and Lexis.
A bunch of studying
Annoying sounds
Vegetable
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Flowers that smell like snot- probably becouse they make me sneeze.
Being forced to eat meat. I am mainly fruitaterian.
Getting bad grades becouse I make up words
Hunting.... I can't kill things.
When anyone mispronounces cinquain.( sin-cane, not sin- kwan or kwain)
And other stuff, too.
Veiw on life:" life is to short, grades are a waste of perfect happiness.
Laugh when you can,
apologize when you should, and let go of what you can't change.
Love deeply and forgive quickly.
Take chances, give everything, and have no regrets.
Life is to sort to be unhappy.
You have to take the good with the bad.
Smile when you're sad,
love what you got,
and always remember what you had.
Always forgive and try to forget
learn from mistakes but never regret.
People change,
and things go wrong, but try to remember that
Life goes on!"
I don't know who wrote that either. It's my life motto, I guess.
How she got back to CS adoptables:I decided to take a ginkgo walk about a month ago becouse it was a sad- looking morning and Grumpy had just left. For good. He was old. So was Ottakoothan, so old that he couldn't raise me. It simply wasn't possible. I finished my mourning, with the supervision of Chief Raven Feather, and then got permission to go into the woods for a few hours. My real plan, see, was to meet Hero and go back to C.S., where I was born. But I couldn't find Hero for the life of me!

Sorry, wrong expression for the surcumstance. I heard something moving a few feet away when I entered the woods, possibly 8 ft., maybe? I looked around, expecting my friend, - i do way too much expecting- but whoever it was disappeared agian. Perhaps it was the ghost of Grumbly Macky? I wasn't sure weather to be stunned by that thought, or overjoyed.
You know what, Nerie? You need a lime. You're talking to yourself, for gosh sake's!
I sprinted down the well- known path leading to limes and bannana trees. The grass- rustling thing followed me.
ARE YOU A BANANA??????
I screamed at it. Grumble Macky or Hero would have laughed. Instead, he just rose from his crouch and replied by tossing me a banana.

No, I am not, but I have one if you're hungry.
Hmmmm..... Ok. I'm Aerini. I'm going to get limes, but thanks for the banana offer. I gave the banana back and scurried away, hoping he wouldn't follow. I had no idea where I was going.
I'm Cobalt, Aerini! You aren't going to limes, though!
No, I'm Aerini! How are you CobaltAerini? That's not even a name. In my tribe, we use real names!
No, I just mean-
And he was out of earshot. I ran for about fifteen minutes, until I found a clearing.
I heard Cobaltaerini from behind me.
The lime vines are that way--->he pointed to his right.
Silly! Everyone knows limes grow on flowers! But, um... Hey, you know your way around here, don't you?
(.. he was silent for a while) I think limes grow on vines..
Great! Is this C.S. user- made adoptables page?
Oh, yup! I can navigate! This is the adoptable Oekaki, where are you going now?
Remembering that I wasn't supposed to talk to strangers, I tried to decide weather or not to tell him. Eventually, I just said " Thanks!" And ran towards the forum. Err.. What I thought was the forum. I ended up in Flurbfur' s pets. Then I remembered that Hero was visiting his owner, Plop splotch, so I went to her pets, then to Hero' s group and asked him for directions to the Spirit Foxes page. He took me to his " New Friend" , ( Cobalt) and introduced us for the second time. After that, Cobalt and I became good friends and he guided me to the rest of the Spirit Foxes, where i hoped to be adopted.And i found that my ginkgo walk, wich is a walk that people go on to find inspiration for a haiku, did help.
Honorable death
With mis'ry and gloom I ran
But discovered friends. it doesn't make much sense if you don't know the story, but I sort of like it.
If you had to write a Sonnet about your whole life, what would it be?:I was born in Egypt,
Or so hoped that I was,
But my life was a code I had to encrypt;
And tragedy abuzz.
I moved to India, but not really,
I did chores like anyone else.
And my pen and paper marked the best place to be;
For poetry was my impulse.
I found a poet- a mentor.
Only to be lost from him again;
And my sorrow was as as cold as amber.
But all of my doings have not been in vain,
I have trust, I have accomplices.
And they have unbreakable promises...~
I'm done being interviewed. I'm going to take a nap.
Key????:I wrote the poems in bold and the acrostic as well as everything that is not
slanted, like this. Anything in this writing style is a quote.*with the exception of what has a star by it.*