[Eremite]

Owner; Birman Kitty
Kennel; Frosted Forest
Full Name; Walking Thunder
Call Name; Uila (means Lightning)
Gender; Male
Age; 6 Years
Colour; Copper Irish
Genotype; kk/away/dd/EmEm/gg/II/SiSp/tt
Harness; Surprise me with something special like him!
Stats;
speed- 27
stamina- 27
strength- 28

[olivionary]

This dog is to be seized by it's artist.
The artist has the chance to keep ONE of their seized dogs, but must readopt out the rest as normal adopts.

*Please update to the normal 'healthy' lines HERE*

[Eremite]

Open to forms!

[Yodel]

Owner; misswarrior123
Kennel; Red Robin Kennels
Full Name; Escape Artist
Call Name; Quin
Gender; Male
Age; 6 Years
Colour; Copper Irish
Genotype; kk/away/dd/EmEm/gg/II/SiSp/tt
Harness; surprise me ^^
Stats;
speed- 27
stamina- 27
strength- 28

Story; My claws scrapped on the concrete of the ground, pawing through wire, the hole getting slightly larger for me and my slick copper coat to fit through. When I was satisfied, I crawled through the hole and I was free. I trotted outside the kennel area and went up to the house, stood up on my hind legs and looked through the living room window. I only wagged my tail faster as Danica looked up from her laptop and smirked at me. She got up and opened the door to let me in, "Escaped again Quin? How about going for a run?" She asked, I tried to hold back but I ended up not being able to and jumped up on her.

"Guess that's a yes?" Danica laughed, before she put my collar on and a leash. She brought me out with the other dogs and got me set up to the sled. Of course, I was in the lead dog position, because I was the best at it. I looked back at my friends, Ashe, Ace, and Kodi. They all looked up to me, and it felt good, I was a role model of sorts. "Hike!" and I sent of, the sled trailing behind me, the freshly fallen snow crunching under my paws, the icy wind blowing in my face, and the panting of the sled dogs. This is why I did sled racing, this experience, the sights of the white horizon, the smells, and sounds, it was new each time. The post-training naps, bragging with the others, it was all great.

[Kallisto Moon]

Owner; Birman Kitty
Kennel; Frosted Forest
Full Name; Walking Thunder
Call Name; Uila (means Lightning)
Gender; Male
Age; 6 Years
Colour; Copper Irish
Genotype; kk/away/dd/EmEm/gg/II/SiSp/tt
Harness; Surprise me with something special like him!
Stats;
speed- 27
stamina- 27
strength- 28

story;

I felt the snow dancing off my whiskers as I dashed onward. The never-ending barks and howls of my powerful team coaxed me on. I flexed my ears forward listening for any distant cries or sounds from the leading sled-dog teams in the relay. I knew the importance of this race, we had been corally invited to this because of our oustanding record of wins. This race was in rememberance of the race that Balto and his team once run, and I, Uila, am following right in his paw-steps. I pushed myself harder and harder, feeling the cold spark of the frozen snow under my paws, letting the sting go as I moved forward. My tail brushed against the muzzle of the dog behind me, Breeze, who was always working hard enough to be congratulated by master. I listened for the commands of her as she shouted another call, and I leapt to the side, my dogs in my footsteps.
The snow was turning into a blizzard, and with so few miles left to go, we had to push on. I sped up my pace, letting my tongue roll out and catch the cold snowflakes. The rest of the team started to pant even louder, and their footsteps began to falter. I knew if we went any faster we could have dogs collapsing, but I didn't acknowledge that thought.
"Three more miles left!" - Master bellowed, and I glanced upward to see the finish line in sight. I started spriting, my team closely following. I could feel a sharp tug on my harness, and I looked back to see Cambridge stumbling. He was the runt of his litter, and unfortunatley had shorter legs than the rest of us, making his journey double ours. I barked an order to Cambridge, and he tried his best to keep his paws in rythmn with ours. Master started to lean forward, asking us to move faster. My paws were already gliding against the snow, and I used my last drop of energy to quicken my pace.
I was on the brink of exhaustion when we crossed the finish line, landing in first! We were almost beat by a new team to the race, one with an unexperienced lead dog. Fourtunatley we surpassed them right before the line, and won by my nose-length.
I felt honored as they placed the ribbon around my neck and trophy's at my paws. Master came and kissed me on the nose, and then dolled out treats to everyone. Cambridge was being seem by a vet, he tore his paws during the race. I felt a sudden pang of sorrow for the pup, only two years old and a runt. He has so much potential that gets pushed down by this one factor.
My lead was clipped on my harness as Master joyfully took us home, to our warm beds, with Cambridge following on his wrapped up paws.

[Eremite]

Owner; Birman Kitty
Kennel; Frosted Forest
Full Name; Walking Thunder
Call Name; Uila (means Lightning)
Gender; Male
Age; 6 Years
Colour; Copper Irish
Genotype; kk/away/dd/EmEm/gg/II/SiSp/tt
Harness; Surprise me with something special like him!
Stats;
speed- 27
stamina- 27
strength- 28

story;

I felt the snow dancing off my whiskers as I dashed onward. The never-ending barks and howls of my powerful team coaxed me on. I flexed my ears forward listening for any distant cries or sounds from the leading sled-dog teams in the relay. I knew the importance of this race, we had been corally invited to this because of our oustanding record of wins. This race was in rememberance of the race that Balto and his team once run, and I, Uila, am following right in his paw-steps. I pushed myself harder and harder, feeling the cold spark of the frozen snow under my paws, letting the sting go as I moved forward. My tail brushed against the muzzle of the dog behind me, Breeze, who was always working hard enough to be congratulated by master. I listened for the commands of her as she shouted another call, and I leapt to the side, my dogs in my footsteps.
The snow was turning into a blizzard, and with so few miles left to go, we had to push on. I sped up my pace, letting my tongue roll out and catch the cold snowflakes. The rest of the team started to pant even louder, and their footsteps began to falter. I knew if we went any faster we could have dogs collapsing, but I didn't acknowledge that thought.
"Three more miles left!" - Master bellowed, and I glanced upward to see the finish line in sight. I started spriting, my team closely following. I could feel a sharp tug on my harness, and I looked back to see Cambridge stumbling. He was the runt of his litter, and unfortunatley had shorter legs than the rest of us, making his journey double ours. I barked an order to Cambridge, and he tried his best to keep his paws in rythmn with ours. Master started to lean forward, asking us to move faster. My paws were already gliding against the snow, and I used my last drop of energy to quicken my pace.
I was on the brink of exhaustion when we crossed the finish line, landing in first! We were almost beat by a new team to the race, one with an unexperienced lead dog. Fourtunatley we surpassed them right before the line, and won by my nose-length.
I felt honored as they placed the ribbon around my neck and trophy's at my paws. Master came and kissed me on the nose, and then dolled out treats to everyone. Cambridge was being seem by a vet, he tore his paws during the race. I felt a sudden pang of sorrow for the pup, only two years old and a runt. He has so much potential that gets pushed down by this one factor.
My lead was clipped on my harness as Master joyfully took us home, to our warm beds, with Cambridge following on his wrapped up paws.

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