[Guest]

Username: sprig
Name: Caroline
Gender: Heifer
Collar color: Color of the stars with a white butterfly

Prompt:
When Caroline was very small, her father sat her next to him in the meadows on a warm and sunny spring day. "Caroline," he said, sitting down comfortably on the grass. "I want to tell you a story." Caroline's eyes widened and she trained all of her attention on him. "This was a story my mother told to me, that her mother told to her." He cleared his throat, and took a deep breath. "Are you ever out running through the tall grass, letting it tickle your belly and cheeks, and suddenly see a very calm butterfly?" Caroline nodded fervently. "Do you notice how that butterfly doesn't fly away, even if you get very close? Well, let me tell you why. As you grow up, people you know might get very sick. Sometimes when this happens, they get too sick to be able to go on any longer, so, instead of continuing on in pain and sadness, they turn into a butterfly." Caroline gasped. "They get to keep all of their memories and thoughts, but because they are butterflies they can't tell us who they are anymore. So, instead of flying away when they see someone that they love, they stay with you for a little while. It helps them to feel better if they're feeling sad or lonely, because they had to leave all of their friends and family behind." Caroline's eyes sparkled in wonder. "Can I go and find a butterfly right now?" She asked, jumping to her feet. Her father nodded and she ran off into the grass, giggling all the way. If she would have looked back, she would have seen the heartbreak in her father's eyes, and the tears he tried so hard to fight, but couldn't keep from slipping down his cheeks and into the grass.
And just then, while Caroline was running rampant through the grass, a soft white butterfly landed on her father's shoulder.

When Caroline got older she grew out of believing in that fairytale, but never forgot it. She wasn't aware at the time, but it helped both her and her father through a very tough time. When their 'three musketeers' turned to two and he first introduced that story to her, it was an easy way to help a small child cope with the loss of a mother. It was simply so much easier to think of her as a butterfly in the field now instead of lost forever.



The lil heifer before another big milestone B-)
A cute lil summer star bab ,,, I hope you guys like her!

For this one, tell me about her favorite myth, legend, folklore, childhood story, etc...
But, tell me how this story connects to her! Is it a story her mother used to tell her as a calf? Does she believe in the myth?

You have 1500 words to answer the prompt.



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ends on March 16th at 11:59pm Eastern

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username:
name:
gender: heifer
collar color:

prompt:
Res for when I have time!

[EchoIre]

username: EchoIre
name: Estrella
gender: heifer
collar color: Same as eye color with paler green stars

prompt:
WIP for now!

Ideas:
Something about how/why fireflies glow
The story of Ursa Major and Ursa Minor
Legend about the creator of fireworks

[♔Voltaire♔]

username: ♔Voltaire♔
name: Zenovia
gender: heifer
collar color: Same as her eyes, with little limes on them! <3

prompt:

Growing up in Georgia, Zenovia was introduced to folklore and stories, but her favorite story stems from the statue that looms in the distance on clear days, north of where she and her parents used to live. The statue, also commonly known as the "Man and Woman" statue was created in inspiration of one of the grestest love stories she has ever heard.

The first time she saw the statue close up was when her family was on a trip to the local fair, where they were to be showed in competition. This fair was to be held nearby, which gave Zenova a perfect view of it's artistic glory. While at the fair over the course of that week, Zenovia realized that around 7PM every day, the statues move closer together, only to pass through each other. This left Zenovia completely mind boggled! How can a statue move???

Upon leaving the fair and returning home after a week of wondering, Zenovia finally asked her mother about the statue as she was turning in for the night. Her mother smiled softly, nestling down next to her and speaking softly.

"The statue is based off of a wonderful, and tragic love story between a Georgian princess and a Muslim boy. Their names were Nino and Ali. In the story, the two fall in love, but because of their beliefs, and the invasion of the Soviets at the time, they could not be together," her mother explains, her voice falling. "At 7PM every day, the statue moves the two together, only for them to pass through each other, symbolizing their forbidden love. "

Zenovia could only stare at her mother in silence, searching her eyes for some happy ending to it all, but there was nothing but sadness.

"Zenovia?"

"Yes, mama?"

"Love who you love, no matter what they look like, no matter what they believe in. We all deserve love in it's purest form. Never turn anyone away."

And Zenovia, that night, promised to herself that she would never deny anyone's love for someone. She vowed to always find the good in those around her, and most of all she promised that she would never judge anyone based on their beliefs. And she does it all in the name of love.


(Based on the actual moving statues in Georgia! I highly reccommend you watch some videos! Here is some more info on them for you! Click here!)

[Andromeda]

username: Bloo.
name: Wendy
gender: heifer
collar color: A pretty night sky with the north star (and the one just to the left of it)

prompt:

Little Wendy's real name is Saraphina, but she prefers Wendy. Peter Pan and his adventures in Neverland are Wendy's absolute favorite stories, hence her self-given nickname! She enjoys reading J.M. Barry's books and the made-up stories her mother used to tell her about Captain Hoof and Tinker Bell and the nasty 'ol crocowdile! She likes to play pretend in Honeydew Valley and jump over the stream pretending she's flying! She also builds forts in the woods and plays with the squirrels (her little lost calves). Wendy truly believes Peter Pan is out there and dreams every night that he will take her in her sleep and bring her on his adventures in Neverland~

[sullivanish]

username:
name:
gender: heifer
collar color:

prompt:


Defs mark, i love this lil girl

[sprig]

Username: sprig
Name: Caroline
Gender: Heifer
Collar color: Color of the stars with a white butterfly

Prompt:
When Caroline was very small, her father sat her next to him in the meadows on a warm and sunny spring day. "Caroline," he said, sitting down comfortably on the grass. "I want to tell you a story." Caroline's eyes widened and she trained all of her attention on him. "This was a story my mother told to me, that her mother told to her." He cleared his throat, and took a deep breath. "Are you ever out running through the tall grass, letting it tickle your belly and cheeks, and suddenly see a very calm butterfly?" Caroline nodded fervently. "Do you notice how that butterfly doesn't fly away, even if you get very close? Well, let me tell you why. As you grow up, people you know might get very sick. Sometimes when this happens, they get too sick to be able to go on any longer, so, instead of continuing on in pain and sadness, they turn into a butterfly." Caroline gasped. "They get to keep all of their memories and thoughts, but because they are butterflies they can't tell us who they are anymore. So, instead of flying away when they see someone that they love, they stay with you for a little while. It helps them to feel better if they're feeling sad or lonely, because they had to leave all of their friends and family behind." Caroline's eyes sparkled in wonder. "Can I go and find a butterfly right now?" She asked, jumping to her feet. Her father nodded and she ran off into the grass, giggling all the way. If she would have looked back, she would have seen the heartbreak in her father's eyes, and the tears he tried so hard to fight, but couldn't keep from slipping down his cheeks and into the grass.
And just then, while Caroline was running rampant through the grass, a soft white butterfly landed on her father's shoulder.

When Caroline got older she grew out of believing in that fairytale, but never forgot it. She wasn't aware at the time, but it helped both her and her father through a very tough time. When their 'three musketeers' turned to two and he first introduced that story to her, it was an easy way to help a small child cope with the loss of a mother. It was simply so much easier to think of her as a butterfly in the field now instead of lost forever.

[ᗰεяαкι~]

username: ᗰεяαкι~
name: Miotas {Gaelic Irish meaning, 'myth'.}
gender: heifer
collar color: Pastel Amber/Yellow | {optional} Whitethorn Design | Silver Bell

prompt:
[634/1500]
"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬,
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐬
𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞
𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞."

As a young calf stories were often shared by her mother and grandmother of the horrors that would follow you if you were found near the fairy tree or fort. Miotas was always so disturbed at the thought of being used by the mischievous fairy folk for their own entertainment that she'd keep far from them. However, one night she thought she could hear music at the opposite end of the field. Cautiously the young calf edged towards the field's end where one of many fairy forts lay, however this fort too had a beautiful whitethorn fairy tree blossoming at its core. Nonetheless, despite all her fears and countless warnings Miotas stepped into the fairy fort. The moment the wee calf's hooves touched their land her eyes were opened to another realm.

All around her the 'little' folk ran about laughing and cheering. Some sang merry songs while other's played lively tunes. It appeared none would ever stop. She smiled as she gladly watched the fairy folk enjoying their festivities. It was only then that her eyes began to well with tears of regret, for so long she believed this folk to be mischievous and cruel. That however was not the case, she’d grown to hate and fear such merry and kind folk whose laughter was as sweet as the nightingale’s cry and steps were far livelier than the kicks of cattle being let into the field after many harsh winter months kept them trapped within their sheds.

Miotas frowned as the fairy folk stopped and turned to her, their lively songs coming to a cease. Her dampened mood could be felt within the fairy realm. One of the fairies neared closer to her and smiled kindly, he began to gently pet her. His smile reassured her that all was well and that they held no grudge against her once ignorant ways. Miotas slowly began to smile and one she proudly smiled to the folk the music began again. The celebration continued louder than before as many of the fairies tempted the calf to dance with them. She hesitantly joined the folk and soon she was dragged into a dance circling the great whitethorn tree. Miotas laughed and giggled merrily as she bound around with the fairies. She’d no other desire than to remain with these merry fairies for life.

But sadly as the sun began to rise they fairies began to disappear. Each of them hiding among the flowers and greenery of their realm. Miotas’ mood quickly changed, she wished to remain with the folk and it was then that a fairy approached her. The first from before holding a flower from the whitethorn tree out for her. She took it and allowed a single tear to escape her eyes as she soon realised that she could no longer stay with the fairies. The fairy hugged her briefly and whispered a single request into her ear. One which would provide for her the luck of a thousand shamrocks each day she fulfilled it. The task was a clear as the new day, she was to gift the fairy folk with a single flower each day so that they knew she still believed and cared for them. Miotas promised her life to the fairies and swore to gift them a flower each day.
It wasn’t until her mother woke her up had she realised it was nothing more than a dream. That being said, Miotas would still gift the fairy folk a flower every day. She found many a day on which she would receive good fortune and thought it to be the fairy folk looking after her.

[paopu]

username:
paopu
name:
Kore
gender:
heifer
collar color:
artist choice <3
prompt:
Kore has always felt a connection to the story of Persephone. As the most popular version of the story goes - Persephone was kidnapped by Hades and tricked into eating pomegranate seeds. This caused her to have to remain in the underworld for at least 3 months every year, causing winter to fall upon the earth. However, she knows the real version is a little different. Persephone choosing to remain by Hades side as the Queen of the Underworld. As Homer described her, this Persephone was, "the formidable, venerable majestic queen of the shades" and was so formidable it was considered taboo to say her name. In fact, this powerful, glorious version of Persephone, also called Kore, was the one she was named after. In fact, if you asked Kore herself, this version was her. Or at a minimum, it will be her.

You see, Kore believes one day she will become Queen of the Dead. If you ask her, it's only a matter of time before she ascends - or, well, descends to - her throne.

[Black.Wings]

username: Black.Wings
name: Gabhar
gender: heifer
collar color: Eyes

prompt: Her mother used to tell her stories about the Chupacabra as a way to scare her into taking baths. Gabhar used to hate taking baths, she would get filthy and disgust everymoo around her. So, her mother would describe how ugly and gross a chupacabra was and tell her poor calf that she would turn into one too if she didn't bathe regularly. It really seemed to work!