[Divantae]

username; Divantae
name; Taranis
gender; Male

their dream / aspirations;
Serene and tranquil the kitchen was, for a short time, anyway, because as soon as his owner was out on the town, Taranis was on the kitchen counter. With a clacking his claws slid across the surface as he tried to scale up to the goods, but it was no use, as the food was locked away in the wooden blocks. Sniffing around, Taranis scanned the area for something that would help his tiny build pry open the cabinets, which was looming over him gloomily from the wall. "Aha!" He grinned and took a spoon, which he waved over and broke open the door, and he lifted himself up to nab the sugar and other ingredients. Of course, he wasn't good at cooking at all and his food gave him stomach aches, but the more practice the better someone got, right? And he couldn't forget his owner's reaction to the messes he always left them, it'd be easy to assume that Taranis just downed sugar and eggs plain. This time, this time, though, this eager cook would concoct a masterpiece and his stomach would be squealing with joy, not pain. "How did they do it, how did they make the brown filling? And why can't I have any!" he pondered. In the middle of stirring eclectic ingredients, the house cat strutted by proudly, but Taranis had no time for her antics; she always stole his best friend, also known as the fine plush toy he sleeps with. It was like she loved to get under his fur and bother him all the time. "Don't you have anything better to do? Any birds to catch?" he called down, his expression irritable.

The fiend stretched and licked her flank, then continued to glare at him from the floor.

"You dare tell anyone about this and I will have your head, Shelby! I'm serious this time..." Of course, he never was.

Her smirk flashed him and she jumped atop the counter, perching there and eyeing him intently with her yellow marble eyes.

For once, Taranis made something at least halfway presentable, but it was still just sugar, eggs, milk, and salt barely mixed together. He devoured it hungrily, leaving a huge mess behind, and like every other time it made him ill. He just didn't know what he was doing wrong.
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history and/or childhood experience;
Considering Taranis has been a pet for his whole life, it was no wonder why he is a total diva, but this time it's plain ridiculous. The cat, whiskers frayed, stood upon a shelf, watching the "dog" run around with a rug in his mouth, tripping over it occasionally. Were all "dogs" this stupid? Then again, she had no idea what animal that was and she'd advise against keeping it as a pet. Hissing, she arched her back at him, trying to get him to stop.

He turned and called out, "Mommies aren't supposed to be mean!"

Shelby kept herself from laughing maniacally at his comment, but she couldn't hide a smile.

"I saw that! What's so funny?" And with that, she ran the other way towards the upstairs bedroom.

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A few days later, that stupid "dog" wasn't home. Perhaps Shelby was worried, but maybe their owner grew some brains and regretted his decision buying him. She wasn't sure why she was worried, she's seen some pets pass, either neighbors or some of their own. Numb she became to such a thing, and one day she would pass, but she's pessimistic on that regard. "Happy thoughts..."

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Little shrieks were heard as Taranis leaped on top of another pet Viscet, one way bigger than him, but he had the element of surprise and they both toppled over in a ball. "This place is fun!" he exclaimed and bit into the blue mat on the floor.

"Speak for yourself," the bigger Viscet huffed and trotted away, exhausted. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his owner watching him.

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Now Shelby was getting antsy; she twitched at every sight and sound. In no way could she try to chase her favorite pigeon outside. But why? Could she possibly enjoy the "dog's" company? No, she's quiet, she naps all day, why would she?

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Strapped in place in the strange machine, Taranis hung his head outside one of its four holes, his saliva flying off. He loved the feeling, but his eyes were always closed; he wanted to see what it was like out there. His owner was making some chuckling noise at him.

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Where are they? For once in her life, Shelby resorted to being disobedient; she shredded up a newspaper because she needed to get stress out. Ah, why'd she do that; next the owner will get rid of her, where are they?

Suddenly, the door opened, and Taranis was dropped off by the owner, whom went back out. Panicking, Shelby ran up the table to the shelf again and groomed herself casually, getting rid of all the stray fur.

"Me? Concerned? Hah."

Taranis stared up at the cat, for it was the only times he saw her on the floor. Weary, he collapsed in his bed and passed out.

Silently, after half of an hour or so, the cat went over and groomed him, collecting his toy and putting it in his bed with him before heading upstairs.

"Good night."
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[Mint Chip]

And the winner is, jello! This was a difficult decision but your form was very heartwrenching and just made me have all the feels. Not going to lie that was one of the saddest forms I've ever seen.

and I'm also giving RUs to Strudel and howlingtothestars. Since these are rottweilers there aren't as many color combinations so I have the two RUs pre-planned out. So I hope you guys will like them, I'll do my best to get them done soon. c:

☆（ ＲＥＥＳＥ ＩＶＥＲ ）
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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

[Hail.]

Congratulations jello! ^^

And congratulations strudel for the ru! C:

Thank you so much for the ru, Mint! I am super hyped to see them ^^

[jello]

aah!! I love this kiddo,, such a cutie ;0;
thank you so much!!
congrats howling and strudel for the runner ups, you all had great forms<3!
I can't wait to develop her more!!