[Mint Chip]

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name; reese iver
gender; female
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So national puppy day was 2 days ago, and I had meant to do some PPS babes to celebrate it. I decided that it's really never too late for puppies, so prepare for several pups to show up! All of these are based on purebred dog breeds that ranked in the top 20 or below list of most popular dog breeds in 2016!

This babe is based on a Rottweiler!
All the contests for these PPS babes will be short competitions, most only lasting roughly 24-48 hours. Also some of these may receive RUs (based on a similar dog breed or a color variant of the breed), so do your best!

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-their dream / aspirations should be what they want to accomplish/do with their life. max of 400 words.
-history / childhood experience can be good or bad. max of 500 words.
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End Date: Mar. 27th, 2017 @ 9pm CST

ear variation (rottweiler) - uncommon
docked tail - rare

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[grifforik]

username; Grifforik
name; Tig
gender; Male
their dream / aspirations; To be part of the Guard. (400 words)
history and/or childhood experience; lots to here x.x (500 words)

Dropping to focus on a diff one XD G'luck guys!

[Strudel]

username; Strudel

name; Warren

gender; Male

their dream / aspirations;

For a long while, Warren didn't see a reason to aspire toward anything. After all, he would look like a child for the rest of his life. Who could take a child seriously? Even one who was not, in fact, still a child? With that hanging over his head, and his own self-esteem issues, he never tried to even hoped to find any real and lasting purpose in his life.
But eventually everyone has some desire for their life, a need for some kind of purpose, and so it was then that he set out to find one.

It didn't come at first, he did many things and saw many places before the thought first stuck him.
It was in the dead of night, on a cool autumn evening, that he finally decided what he wanted to do with his life.
He was traveling, he often did this at night, when he came upon a viscling. The viscling was slumped in the path, a gash across his brow. He wasn't moving, he was still alive. Immediately Warren jumped into action. He took supplies from his sack and gathered wild ingredients as he set to work on cleaning and covering the wound. When he was done, he waited by the viscling's side until he awoke in the morning. He learned that the viscling was not indeed a viscling but simply was much like him, permanently stunted (although still quite a bit younger than Warren himself). The viscet, Basil, thanked him before continuing on his own way.

And now Warren had his purpose, he would be a healer, a medic of sorts just as he had seen in the war. He would heal those injured and sick. He would just have to find someone that was willing to teach someone like him. Someone who could overlook his outer appearance and see the potential hidden within.

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history and/or childhood experience;

Warren was raised by his grandmother, in a loving home. At first, he thought he was simply stunted in growth, but into early adulthood it became obvious he would never develop any further. Because of this, his grandmother still doted on him and treated him as if he were a child.
Warren realized that his grandmother would never see him as an adult, and so he decided to leave home and strike out on his own.

It wasn't easy, everyone he met believed him to be a child and no one would take him serious. Soon, however, that would be the least of his troubles. Among the people there where whispers of war, and the land only suffered further when the real fighting began.
It wasn't long, and most able-bodied viscets were drafted to fight in this human conflict. There didn't seem to be a young adult male or female left that wasn't crippled, carrying, or caring for young. Aside from himself, he still looked like a pup, they certainly wouldn't draft him for their war. He was useless to fight, he couldn't stand up to one of his own kind, let alone humans with their terrible weapons of destruction.

Warren felt utterly useless and alone. And so, once more, he left his life behind to start somewhere fresh. Somewhere further from the war where perhaps the new region wouldn't be plagued by problems and he could find a real life again. Or at least he hoped.

It didn't matter where he would consider settling, still the able were off to fight and the settlements were beset with war. Eventually, he gave in and simply settled anyway. It was then that a soldier found him, and his life would change forever.
"A runt."
The soldier had looked him over, held him in his arms. Warren hadn't cared, he was sure the soldier would put him back down and continue on as they had before.
"Take him anyway." another soldier said with a shrug "He'll grow, after all."

Warren didn't try to fight away until they locked him in a cage. By then it was too late, and he was on his way to the barracks.
He lived there for several months with several young pups, he told them stories and tried his best to watch after them. It wasn't until almost all the pups had grown into adulthood that the humans caught on that he would not change as the rest of them had.
"It's not as if we can just release him, he won't survive. Not here."
They allowed the soldier that had found him initially to keep him. It wasn't a common practice, but he was useful in calming the incoming pups, and the soldier who had found him was one of the trainers. He was well cared for, and he helped however he could with the pups.
He served in the capacity until the military released all viscets from service. He's drifted from pack to pack since.


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[Hail.]

username; howlingtothestars
name; Jin
gender; female

their dream / aspirations;

It was quiet tonight, more so than usual. Jin didn't mind, though. The quiet was always a welcoming thing to the small viscet and helped her to clear her mind and focus on the world around her, which was something that the little one had to do quite often.
She sat atop the broad post which indicated entrance into the territory of the dog pack which she reigned over, her eyes reflecting the heavens above. Her mind swirled like the light of the Milky Way galaxy as she pondered her pack and the paths they ought to take. It was difficult to map out the lives of hundreds of lives which did not share her species, but not possible. At times that her mind grew dark on the differences, she reflected back on how and why she was chosen to rule over this pack and her mind returns once more to its bold position.
Jin's ears flicked up and she turned to face the shepherd mix which lanked up to her, his gate swaying and his tail low, a sign of peace. "Couldn't sleep?"
The shepherds eyes turned to her as he approached and sat beside the post before turning his head up and reflecting the stars in his brown eyes. "What did you see tonight?"
Jin turned her gaze from him to the world of stars. "I know our path. No longer will this pack cower in fear from others and tremble at the sound of nearby animals. We are strong and our numbers are great." Jin turned her eyes to the shepherd, who was now gazing curiously at her. "Tomorrow, we strike Tutamin. We conquer his pack and take it for our own, and take our rightful place as the alpha pack of the west. We will sit idly no longer."
The shepherd nodded slowly before standing. "I'll gather the warriors, then." In silence, he padded back into the territory, his tail high in excitement for the future of his family.
Alone again, Jin gazed ahead into the woods. Her dream? To build this pack up to its full potential, to restore this group of once proud dogs to their home again, the one which they thrived in before the rival pack struck. It was her dream, her goal, her purpose, and what she would achieve.
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history and/or childhood experience;

I wasn't strong. I hatched last in my pack and earned the title of "runt." I was trodden on, and ignored, even by my mother. Eventually, the pack moved, and I was left behind. I didn't mind, I wasn't close to them, but it still hurt to be abandoned.
I searched for food after they left but instead, found Him. He was younger then, and stronger. A shepherd who was wounded from combat and separated from his pack. We spoke, and while I cannot remember what was said, it resulted in an offer for me to become the alpha. It was a strange offer but I could see reason behind it.
Despite several differences, I heavily resembled a dog. He hadn't known I was a viscet until I made a sound, so he'd traine me to mimic dogs so I could trick his pack and lead.
I was smart and could outthink the rival packs, particularly the one which had overthrown them.
If the pack didn't have an alpha, they would have no order and die. Their alpha was killed before they were scattered, so the need for one was urgent. After further planning, we decided to begin training the next day.
We trained as we traveled and I learned the sounds mixed with commands of a dog. My vocal chords adapted quickly, allowing me to learn rapidly. By the time that we met the first group of dogs, I had nearly mastered their sounds.
The first group was weary of me. They didn't suspect that I wasn't a dog, but they were cautious of a stranger becoming the alpha, but as we traveled together they grew to trust me more and more. The more dogs we met and recruited, the easier it was for other dogs to feel comfortable with me as alpha. Before I knew it, we had reunited the whole pack again and they accepted me as their alpha.
That night, I led them to a resting place, which would become our territory until we were strong enough to overthrow the other pack. It was this night that I realized the depth of the water I had dove into. There were easily a hundred dogs in this pack, many were wounded, and all relied on me with their lives. Sweat began to soak my fur and I looked down at my paws while panic consumed me. Then, a voice. "Look up."
I turned and gazed into the mismatched eyes of an Australian shepherd. After a moment, I turned my head to the heavens and my breath was whisked away as I gazed at the world of stars above me. "They're looking out for you. A viscet runt wouldn't have lived this long, let alone lead any pack. Look to them often for guidance and comfort, and they will lead you down the right path." I turned to her, startled, and watched as she walked away. "Fear not, Jin. I'll keep your secret. Just remember the stars."
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[astrohund]

username; ✨Moon✨
name;
Reba
gender;
Female
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history and/or childhood experience;



res!

[DragonCave]

Yeah boi definitely reserving

Hecking heck I just realized I have like 4 assignments I gotta do ;-;

Good luck everyone! I'm already seeing some real good forms!

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Username
Wolfenhimer

Name
Ange des Enfers
(Angel of the Underworld)
(Goes by Hades)

Gender
Male

His Dream/Aspirations
400 Words Max
"I'm going for a walk, dad!" Hades called out to L'hiver, who perked up at that.
"You know how dangerous it is for you to go alone! I'm-" He started, but Hades cut him off.
"It's fine, dad, I can do this; after all, I'm too 'vicious' for them to get any closer." He smiled.
"What if they do get closer?" Winter frowned.
"I'll act rabid if they aren't nice. Okay, bye!" He said before running out the house.
"Be safe!" Winter called out from behind him.

Trotting down the sidewalk happily, Hades had his ears perked and tail wagging. People stared at him as he walked by, the chain around his neck swinging side to side. He stopped in his tracks, though, looking up at a man who stepped in his way.
"No canines allowed." The boy spat at him. Hades frowned, with a slight smirk. He's seen this kid before.
"Wow; never knew an idiot like you knew what a canine was. Quite a surprise, if you ask me, Kane." Hades spat back, then continued on his way, leaving the kid in shock over a talking animal.

Few people came by to pet him as he sat alone by the streets, staring at nothing. He watched as some gave him disgusted looks, as well. He got up and wandered over to someone giving him a rude glare, and put his front paws on his lap. His tail wagged as he nuzzled the man's hand, getting the man to pet him. Some stared in disbelief, others just adored it. The man got up and left, leaving Hades to sit down again, alone. To his surprise, people came over to him and gave him hugs.
'What did I do?' Hades thought, staring at everyone.

Night soon came quickly.
"Just a pup, aren't ya?" The familiar voice of the boy, Kane, rang out of the silence. Hades was suddenly hit to the ground, but he got back up and stared straight into the kid's eyes.
"No one likes you, rottweiler. Hence the name." Kane glared, arms crossed.
"No one likes you either, Kane. Being a bully to a-" Hades was hit down again before he could finish. He sat up quickly, though, not standing. Suddenly, Kane was on the ground, too, nose bleeding.
"You can't just hurt a defenseless pup." Said a man, the same man that Hades was pet by.
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Past Life
500 Words Max
"Useless!" "Deadly!" "Vicious!"
All of these words, not even close to the truth.
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"Quiet, eh?" A man said, looking at his daughter.
"Yea, dad, very. At least he's not yapping." She said, looking at Hades, who didn't even had a name yet.
"He's not bad." The father said with a shrug.
"Dad, you adopted one of the most vicious dogs in the world." She scoffed.
"Look at him, he's doesn't look vicious at all!" The father said with a smile, them both looking at Hades. He perked up quietly, staring at the two before getting up and trudging into the next room.

-Years Later-

"Quiet, eh?" The girl said, remembering those two words from years ago, when the father was still here. Hades grew up since then, only a bit bigger, but more intelligent and mature. He stared at the girl with no emotion, as the girl picked him up.
"Since dad's gone, let's get rid of you. Can't have a deadly dog in the house, can we?" She said, opening the door and throwing out the pup. Hades yelped when he hit the ground, but snarled afterwards.
"Good riddance." He grumbled to himself as the door slammed, "I'm not even a 'dog.'"

He wandered around in the forest for days, shaking off dead leaves and whatever got caught in his fur. He made his homes in trees, and, like a nomad, continued to find new homes like that. Though, that changed pretty quickly when winter came by. He woke up in a tree, it being dark. Feeling around for the exit, he felt something soft, wet, and really cold.
"Snow.." He said, then barked loudly. He tried calling for help, howling and barking, whining and yelping. He gave up a little after and sat down, head lowered. He wasn't used to anything like this.

Suddenly, light broke into the darkness. Little by little, then the light grew. A viscet with a blue parka was looking at him.
"Oh, dear! Bleu, I found them!" He yelled back to another viscet, who was brown and had a blue mane.
"H-hey! Put me down!!" Hades barked as the male picked him up.
"Sorry, but we have to get you out; it's freezing. Call me L'hiver or Winter." Winter said with a smile.
"Call me Bleu!" The cheerful female said, then looked at him. "Do you have a name?"
"Well, no, but..." Hades started, then jumped as Bleu started again.
"Ange des Enfers! Angel of the Underworld. People think rottweilers are scary, so I think it's perfect!" Bleu yipped.
"Can.. Hades be my nickname? I've heard my past owner say something about the 'Underworld' and 'Hades', so..." He started, but stopped.
"Of course. Maybe you can be friends with Circe." L'hiver said.
"What-"
"Nothing, Hades. Right now, what we need to do is get you cleaned and healthy." Winter said with a smile.
"Oh, alright... What will being healthy have to take?"
"Exercise and rambunctiousness! Let's go!" Bleu said, as they went home.
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[jello]

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username jello
name reese iver
//iver means hunter
gender female
dream olympic rhythmic gymnastics!


reese's lean, fuzzy leg trembled as she held it out. her paws grasped the silvery bar, determined expression reflected back at her in the tall mirror. the room was empty as usual- everyone was in school. reese usually sneaks into the studio on schooldays, grabbing her grubby pointe shoes and slipping through the hole into the bathroom. vines hiding the hole were thick, yellow flowers sprouting around the doorway. reese dropped her leg to the white tiling, exhaling with a huff. her hair was shiny with sweat and grimy with dirt as she turned towards the mirror. reese's mouth turned down in a frown. a pink poster of a beautifully groomed viscet stared back at her, the old tape peeling back from the bare mirror. the viscet's dress gleamed in the stage lights, a white shiny grin. a golden medal hung from her neck, and reese envied the cet's talent and stature. she shook off the negative feelings and straightened her back. a mapping of different moves and tactics hung on the back wall in form of a purple poster, and reese padded quietly to the poster. she mentally checked off all the moves she had mastered- just by coming to this studio every weekday. the rope and hoops she used to practice lay in a heap in the corner, the ribbons and sticks littered around. a large, blinking digital clock was suspended above the mirror, and reese almost jumped up when she glanced at the time. it was 3:40pm, the time all the cets got out of school and rushed into the studio. reese stood frozen for a moment, but then ran frantically to the hoops and ribbons. scooping them into her arms, she sprinted towards the closet and shoved them in. slamming the door, she ran towards a small wooden door. a sign labeled 'bathroom' in curly red font hung above it, and reese rushed in, her silver dogtag jingling as she did so. the door chimes rattled as a tall female viscet opened the door, sighing as the door stuck. reese's eyes grew wide as she hurried out through the hole. vines pulled at her legs, but she pushed through and tumbled onto the tall, dewy grass outside. the door clicked open just as Reese scampered off, small paws barely making sound on the wet grass. when she was a suitable distance away, she turned and narrowed her eyes at the studio. she would make it to the olympics. and nothing would stop her.
385w

childhood


reese looked out from her dark, shaded hiding spot. a squirrel darted up a short tree, the green and yellow leaves shaking silently in the nighttime breeze. a stray bird called out to it's mate, the air eerily silent when there was no reply. the dim street lights lit a small bird silhouette, and reese watched with interest as it shuffled its wings and took off towards a forest somewhere across the horizon. her black hair flowed over her eyes as she watched the few cars left on the nearly empty road race by. their bright lights made her shield her eyes, but even the dirty streets and loud cars were something she was used to by now. living outside on the street might really sound bad, but in all honesty- it isn't. it could be better, yeah, but she takes what she can get. reese doesn't exactly live on the streets, as much as lives in an abandoned warehouse. the old place is huge and rundown, the sliding doors rusted shut. windows were the only way in, and inside it's a child's paradise. the huge, empty floor was thrilling to run up and down on, twirling about on nimble, stubby legs. a small cot allowed reese to sleep in (relative) comfort at night. she lay her head on a pile of newpaper and anything soft she could find, including a worn pillow she found on the road. reese slowly clambered up the short ladder hidden on the side of the white warehouse, dark claws digging in as she made her way through the window. it took her almost twice as long it would to get down as it usually would- some nice cet had seen her sitting on the ground and given her a nice smelling bag. the stranger's kind eyes showed sad guilt and pity, but reese scarcely cared. she couldn't remember the last time she had eaten a proper meal, however proper you consider a burger and some fries to be. holding the bag in her mouth made it hard to maneuver upwards towards the window. reese held her breath, her mouth watering from the salty aroma rising from the paper bag. it filled her nose with warm smells, and she busied herself to get up quicker. after she landed quietly, she trod her way over to her 'room' in the close corner of the large building. more doorways and rooms led to other branches of the place, but reese has already explored most of it. she curled up in the little nest she had made of newspaper, feathers, and a stained pillow. her docked tail wagged when she slipped her paw into the bag. reese yipped happily at the sight of a burger, albeit a bit soggy, but just as delicious. a fry sat at the bottom, and the skinny little viscet ate it gleefully. she got up and turned about three times before resettling, ears lowering as she let herself slip into a quiet slumber.
500w

[Softballpup12]

Gotta drop this, sorry guys!