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Well, I am watching the show called RIverdale. I am on season two (sshh no spoilers) and I decided to make a Jason Blossom themed cet. Either way, you don't have to know Riverdale to apply for this baby. Thanks to Mint Chip for allowing me to use a base for the jacket.

Extras are allowed~

Viscet Name: Maynard
Gender for breeding purposes: male
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Owned as of: 3/12/2018

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[Mint Chip]

possible res <3
love how this cutie turned out omg!!

[starchx]

res :0

[Gadgetrocks]

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[tenlittlesoldierboys]

Username: tenlittlesoldierboys
Viscet Name: Maynard
Gender for breeding purposes: male
Missing: "We all have our secrets to keep and our stories to tell. They say a cat has nine lives; but I think, that we all do. But instead of nine actual lives, that retrieve us once we died, we have nine chances. Nine chances to make right whatever we have done wrong. And this it is: my ninth chance. Will I ever learn?
As you might have already guessed, or not, my name used to be a different one. Whenever I took on a new chance, I changed it. So far, I have carried eight names, this one shall be my ninth. Maynard. The strong one. I really hope, that I am strong this time, I really want to be. But, to be fair, it is not easy. There are reasons, after all, why I ran away. Why I stormed out of my old life, more than once already, and left everything behind.
The truth is: I keep killing someone. That's my big mistake. And not just someone, but myself. I happen to kill myself all over again.
I understand that this might not make any sense to whomever this is reading right now, so please let me explain. I assure you, that everything will be much clearer, once I have told you my story.
I really dislike starting from point zero, but I fear like I do not have a choice; otherwise I would not be able to clear everything up. However, I am gonna skip the unimportant years: me growing up. There is not much to know about me, my past me, really. I had the usual suburbian life: parents, a sister and a dog. My life was fairly uneventful. I went to school, I had mediocre grades, but I was an awesome basketball player. I spend my evenings at the drive-in and I had a cheerleader girlfriend.
Honestly, that's everything. Well, until everything changed. Someone, or something, came into my life; a dark figure, a shadow was rising over the suburbs that I called my home. A large cloud covering the sun, that nobody noticed but me."
But why me? Well... the truth is: Because that shadow was me. I am the dark figure, haunting myself in my sleep. I am the dark figure whispering evil words in my ears.
I don't know when exactly it started and I cannot tell you why. It came all of a sudden, with the blink of an eye. I went to bed as my old self one night and woke up as someone else at dawn the other day. On the outside, nothing had changed, but on the inside, everything had. I felt as if my soul had been grasped by a huge claw, the claw of the devil himself. I felt, and I still feel, as if that grasp had turned my soul black.
Then suddenly someone in my neighbourhood died. He was a bad man, rumors, that he was cheating on his wife have been lurking around for ages. But that doesn't mean, that he deserved, what he got, now, does it? The murderer was never caught, but the truth is: I killed him. I killed him, because I was sure, that he deserved it. And it was not only him, who I killed, but others, too.
First there was one victim, then there two, then four. Our town grew scared and I grew remorseful. I felt like I could no longer stay, so I decided to kill myself. Not literally, though. I wrote a letter to the police - from the savior of the sinners -, smeared some blood on my bed, left a bloody knife somewhere and left the city.
When I arrived somewhere else, I felt like everything would be fine from now on. But I was wrong. Only a few months passed by, until the darkness entered again. And instead of trying to fight it, I gave in again. And killed again.
You might have already guessed: After a while, I faked my own death and fled - again.
The first time the darkness has taken possession of me, that was six years ago. And I still have not beaten it. Instead, I am still running away from it, making myself a victim of my own crimes, so nobody suspects me.
This is now the ninth time, that I have run away from myself. I have been living in this town for almost a year and the sun is still shining bright. Maybe this time I did it, maybe this time the darkness won't find me.
But if it does after all - will you help hiding?"

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[Sunlitsecrets]

Username: Sunlitsecrets
Viscet Name: Niko
Gender for breeding purposes: male
Tell me a story of how this cet went "missing" from wherever they originally lived. (minimum of 300 words and there is no max.)

Home was a complicated thought to Niko - he had been gone for so long that he could hardly remember what it had been like. But there were always some days... days like this one. Days where he would think about how he’d come to be so far from where he started.
. The bright young viscet started life in the practical middle of nowhere - a tiny town in the middle of the Starheart kingdom’s vast plains. He would watch the traders come and go, see the hustle and bustle that could occur in such a small place. But his favorite people to watch? Well, he always loved the storytellers most.

Whenever a storyteller came into town, you’d know it. Everyone would crowd around at their arrival, eagerly asking to hear stories of long past times and dangerous adventures. Niko always hung back a bit, but when everyone gathered around and the stories were finally told, he was in the very front row.
. Then one day he met a very peculiar storyteller. His name was Petrichor, he said, and he could talk to the trees and the rocks, all the spiders and bugs and tiny creatures of Silvarum. Niko was instantly captivated. He stayed behind after the storytelling was done, followed Petrichor to his temporary dwelling, and said hello there.
. Petrichor was surprisingly nice for one who’s home had just been invaded, even if it was just a temporary one. He welcomed the younger viscet inside, made some tea, and asked why he had sought him out.

“I always wanted to see a storyteller is all, in person... I wanted to ask if all the tales you tell are real.”
. “Of course they’re real!” exclaimed Petrichor, with a sly grin. And he proceeded to explain where some of his many tales took place. Niko listened in awe, and finally interrupted to say
. “I want to be like you... I want to travel the world and find new tales like you do.”
. “Then why don’t you?”

It was those four words that sparked Niko to run away from home that very night. He grabbed a journal, his old shirt from the Capital, and headed off into the wilderness, determined to find his own adventure.

[gotsalt?]

Username: GotSalt?
Viscet Name: Aiden
Gender for breeding purposes: male
Tell me a story of how this cet went "missing" from wherever they originally lived.

"Okay, time for bed!" Indigo yelled to the four viscets pups running around. A small tent had been set up for them in the backyard, close to the woods, as a stay at home camping trip. With a few groans, they piled into the tent and wiggled into their sleeping bags. "Sleep tight and if you need anything, I'll be right inside the house." Indigo explained, knowing full well that they would be up for another hour at least. Oh to be young and full of energy, she thought.
Sure enough, as soon as the older viscet left, four flashlights popped on, lighting up the tent. Shadows danced along the soft canvas walls. "Come one, let's tell ghost stories!" One said, gaining a few nods of agreement and one furious head shake no. "You're outvoted Ricky. Sorry." And so, the four boys began telling their own ghost stories.
It started out slow. Just your normal ghost stories that kids dream up. With each one, Ricky sank deeper into his sleeping bag, light shaking. Then it was his turn to tell a story.
"This is the story of the disappearance of old lady Juniper's son." He began, his voice still shaking from the previous scares.
"But didn't he just go to colle-" "SHHHHH" Ricky silenced his friend quickly. Now, Ricky wasn't the best speaker of the group, but he tried his best. As he began his story, the light patter of rain began pelting the tent.
"It was a dark and stormy night." Everyone groaned at the cliche beginning. "When Aiden disappeared." Ricky weaved his words together, telling the tale of the 'missing' viscet. While it began slow, he eventually wove the words together like fabric, each detail becoming crazier than the next.
"And so, he slid down the muddy hill, quickly approaching the edge of the cliff!" Ricky's voice began rising. "His fur plastered to his body because of the icy rain. Aiden could still hear the crashing sound of his attacker chasing him. But there was no stopping. The hill was too steep and wet for him to get a hold of." The other boys leaned close, knowing what was going to happen but still curious. "So, of course, there was nothing stopping him from going over the side towards the rushing river below. Wait! No, he had grabbed on to a root sticking out of the mud. Blinking rain water from his eyes, Aiden looked up to see the silhouette of his chaser holding out a hand to help him up. His only choices were to either let go or face whatever the attacker had waiting for him. So, he let go." Ricky lowered his voice into a sober tone. "They were never able to find his body. Some say the river flushed it away and some say it was buried in the mud. The only thing we do know is that his spirit still resides in these woods, coming to life when it rains, forever running from an attacker no longer there." He lowered his head, finished with his tale. The boys then began teasing, saying that it never happened and that Ricky couldn't tell a good story. But when they heard something moving outside, they froze. The zipper slowly began upzipping and then the wind blew open the flap. Outside stood Aiden, pale in the moonlight, his fur plastered to him in the pouring rain. All four pups began screaming, scrambling around in their sleeping bags.
"Stop guys!" Aiden yelled. They soon came to their senses, remembering that this was the real Aiden returning home from college for the weekend and not some ghost from a story.

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The lovely winner is tenlittlesoldierboys! Congrats, I can tell you put a lot of effort into this!

[Sunlitsecrets]

congrats! <3