[Guest]

username: ♔Voltaire♔
name: Pisces
gender: heifer
collar color: Premade!



"If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water."
-Loren Eiseley





prompt:

Cowrie Shell

[size=85]Pisces' heart was never hers. It rose and fell with the tides, pushed and pulled by the force of the moon. It filled the wavepools, took things with it, leaving other things behind.

She never stayed in one place, which was why the ocean and it's constant movements seemed to resonate so deeply within her, and she could never pull herself away from it's tempo lest she feel internally out of sync. Her mother was fearful of the wide expanse of water, never letting her sweet rainbow baby stray too far from her side. But Pisces had grown from a spunky young calf into an adventurous young lady, and to her mothers' dismay, there was only so much thread to hold on to before it snapped. Thus, was why it was so hard allowing her to finally explore the beach and it's sights. For so long her mother kept her away from it all, fearful that another calf of hers would become lost to the world. But she knew it was time to let go, so she hesitantly allowed for it.

So there she was, face to the wind, tasting the sea salt and taking in the sounds of the waves crashing against the shoreline. Her childhood friends stood beside her, knowing of what such a place held, but they stood silently and allowed Pisces to taste freedom.It only took a few minutes for Pisces to take a step closer to the waves, and immediately wade in to her upper legs, feeling the cool water lick at her fur. It was heavenly, a feeling Pisces never knew she longed for. She stayed like this for awhile until her friends called out, to which Pisces responded half-attentively, not wanting to move from her spot. As she caught up to them, they headed down the shoreline, competing to see who could avoid the water the longest as it licked the shores. Pisces eyes trailed from her hooves to the water, waiting to hop back before the water could touch her.

A small object came in to view however, to which Pisces was inclined to examine close-up and make her lose the game. As her friends teased her for her loss, they approached from behind, wanting to see what caught their usually competitive friend so off-guard. They followed her gaze to the sand, their eyes catching on a small shell nestled in the wet sand between Pisces' hooves.

"Oh! That's a Cowrie shell, nice find Pisces!"

"A cowrie shell?" Pisces inquires, her head tilting.

"Yeah, sometimes you get some really cool shells that wash up on the shore here. It's always fun to look for pretty ones."

"They just appear out of the water?" Pisces frowned, confusion etching her features. Her friends giggled, looking at their friend affectionately.

" The seashells were previously shells from oysters and clams. Lots of those guys live in the ocean, so when they are eaten or get too big they shed the shell and hey float to the surface and the tides bring em' in," One friend spoke out, toying with the small object. Pisces smiled, finally understanding. "You can take it home if you want. There's a bunch so we can go and find some more for ya!"

Pisces heart leaped in her chest. There's more? With a quick nod she bounded forward, eyes scanning the sand for any protrusion and cowrie shell tucked in the bag she brought with her. After scanning the shore for a few minutes, she came across another, much different than her last find. Picking it up, two tiny legs emerged, and Pisces shrieked.

"Oh, a hermit crab! Wow those guys live in the shells too! hen they get too big they search the shore and try to find bigger ones."

Pisces smile fell. "They do?"

"Yeah."

Pisces stood here in silence as the small crab skittered away from the group. After what seemed like forever, she slowly opened her bag, taking out the cowrie shell. With a deep sigh, she placed it back on the shore, pushing it softly into the sand. Her friends stood their in silence, looking at each other in confusion.

"Don't you want to keep it? That's your first shell, girl."

"They need it," Pisces whispers, looking out to the sea. "That shell could be the perfect home for a sea creature that needs it. It's important to the environment here, and I do not want to take it if it means it could give shelter to something that needs it." Turning to her friends, she gave the a huge smile, to which her friends graciously returned.

After visiting the beach, Pisces went back home to tell her mother of her great adventure, and how she cannot wait to go back. Her mother sighed, relieved that her baby came back in one piece. That night as she laid in bed, Pisces head swirled with the movement of the waves, hermit crabs, and tiny cowrie shells.




Clownfish themed with a plumeria flower <33
I got inspired to do a clownfish since I'm watching Finding Nemo ;v;

Edits

Plumeria Flower ( no rarity, nonpassable )

I also did a collar design for her because I wanted to test something out so if you want that premade one for her, just put premade as your response to the collar color <33

To win her, tell me about the time she found her favorite seashell! vuv

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[♔Voltaire♔]

username: ♔Voltaire♔
name: Pisces
gender: heifer
collar color: Premade!

"If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water."
-Loren Eiseley

prompt:

Cowrie Shell

Pisces' heart was never hers. It rose and fell with the tides, it was pushed and pulled by the force of the moon. It filled the wavepools, took things with it, leaving other things behind.

She never stayed in one place, which was why the ocean and it's constant movements seemed to resonate so deeply within her, and she could never pull herself away from it's tempo lest she feel internally out of sync. Her mother was fearful of the wide expanse of water, never letting her sweet rainbow baby stray too far from her side. But Pisces had grown from a spunky young calf into an adventurous young lady, and to her mothers' dismay, there was only so much thread to hold on to before it snapped. Thus, was why it was so hard allowing her to finally explore the beach and it's sights. For so long her mother kept her away from it all, fearful that another calf of hers would become lost to the world. But she knew it was time to let go, so she hesitantly allowed for it.

So there she was, face to the wind, tasting the sea salt and taking in the sounds of the waves crashing against the shoreline. Her childhood friends stood beside her, knowing of what such a place held, but they stood silently and allowed Pisces to taste freedom.It only took a few minutes for Pisces to take a step closer to the waves, and immediately wade in to her upper legs, feeling the cool water lick at her fur. It was heavenly, a feeling Pisces never knew she longed for. She stayed like this for awhile until her friends called out, to which Pisces responded half-attentively, not wanting to move from her spot. As she caught up to them, they headed down the shoreline, competing to see who could avoid the water the longest as it licked the shores. Pisces eyes trailed from her hooves to the water, waiting to hop back before the water could touch her.

A small object came in to view however, to which Pisces was inclined to examine close-up and make her lose the game. As her friends teased her for her loss, they approached from behind, wanting to see what caught their usually competitive friend so off-guard. They followed her gaze to the sand, their eyes catching on a small shell nestled in the wet sand between Pisces' hooves.

"Oh! That's a Cowrie shell, nice find Pisces!"

"A cowrie shell?" Pisces inquires, her head tilting.

"Yeah, sometimes you get some really cool shells that wash up on the shore here. It's always fun to look for pretty ones."

"They just appear out of the water?" Pisces frowned, confusion etching her features. Her friends giggled, looking at their friend affectionately.

" The seashells were previously shells from oysters and clams. Lots of those guys live in the ocean, so when they are eaten or get too big they shed the shell, and they float to the surface, and the tides bring em' in," One friend spoke out, toying with the small object. Pisces smiled, finally understanding. "You can take it home if you want. There's a bunch so we can go and find some more for ya!"

Pisces heart leaped in her chest. There's more? With a quick nod she bounded forward, eyes scanning the sand for any protrusion, cowrie shell tucked in the bag she brought with her. After scanning the shore for a few minutes, she came across another, much different than her last find. Picking it up, two tiny legs emerged, and Pisces shrieked.

"Oh, a hermit crab! Wow those guys live in the shells too! When they get too big they search the shore and try to find bigger ones."

Pisces smile fell. "They do?"

"Yeah."

Pisces stood there in silence as the small crab skittered away from the group. After what seemed like forever, she slowly opened her bag, taking out the cowrie shell. With a deep sigh, she placed it back on the shore, pushing it softly into the sand. Her friends stood their in silence, looking at each other in confusion.

"Don't you want to keep it? That's your first shell, girl."

"They need it," Pisces whispers, looking out to the sea. "That shell could be the perfect home for a sea creature that needs it. It's important to the environment here, and I do not want to take it if it means it could give shelter to something that needs it." Turning to her friends, she gave the a huge smile, to which her friends graciously returned.

After visiting the beach, Pisces went back home to tell her mother of her great adventure, and how she cannot wait to go back. Her mother sighed, relieved that her baby came back in one piece. That night as she laid in bed, Pisces head swirled with the movement of the waves, hermit crabs, and tiny cowrie shells.


*fixed grammatical errors so I can add this prompt to her page!

[BadgerBuddies]

username: BadgerBuddies
name: Coral
gender: heifer
collar color: premade:))

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prompt:
Coral has always found herself to be a perfectionist. Not only did everything she did have to be perfect, but she herself had to be as well. When she was upset or angry, she would bite her tongue and hold it all inside. She wouldn’t dare let a teardrop roll down her cheek in front of others. Only happiness and perfection, at all times.

It’s obvious to see how living this way could backfire. After long enough of holding everything together, Coral’s closest friends could always tell when something was off. She would paint a smile on her face, but they could feel her tension and stress. One day, one of Coral’s closest friends had an idea, hoping it would help.

Coral was whisked away to a beautiful shoreline. Just the soft, warm sand and the rhythmic beating of the waves began to ease her tension. Her friend led her down to the water’s edge and began searching for shells. She kept picking up shiny shells, ones with bright hues, ones with swirls and unique shapes. With each shell she found, she turned to Coral excitedly, showing her friend the discovery. Coral sneered, for all of the shells she found were broken or damaged. Coral instead began her own search,combing through the beach for the perfect shell.

”Here’s one! Finally!” Coral exclaimed after searching for quite a few minutes. She swiftly pulls her newfound treasure from the sand. To her dismay, there is a small hole at the top that she had not noticed while it was partially buried in the sand. What’s the matter?” her friend asks. ”That shell is the prettiest one on the whole beach!”

”It was, until I found this” said Coral, pointing out the shell’s imperfection. Her friend just laughed. ”Coral, there’s nothing wrong with it! No shell you find is going to be perfect after being tossed around by the ocean’s waves.” This shell, and all the others on the beach, had gone through so much to get here, just as Coral had. They were not perfect, but they were still magnificent.

”The best part about how this shell is cracked, there’s a hole in it so now you can use it to make jewelry or something else even more beautiful than just a shell by itself!” her friend continued. Coral stood and pondered for a moment as she stared down at this shell. After a quiet moment, a smile slowly creeped over her face. ”You know what? You may be right” Coral admits. ”I’ll make a necklace out of it, as a gift to you”.

Coral was starting to realize that this lesson wasn’t simply about shells, but also about herself. While it was easy to accept the shells and their imperfections, it wasn’t as easy to accept her own. But that night, after their beach trip, Coral began confiding in her friend some of what she had kept hidden for so long as she made her the shell necklace, as promised. Who knew a tiny shell could lead to such a big change?

[eat kids]

username: north lee
name: Quinn
gender: heifer
collar color: premade

prompt:
Bahama Queen Conch Seashell

Quinn has always been a shadow of her siblings, she was usually bullied often and never enjoyed much of anything. She always hid behind everybody and was nothing but a dull shadow of everybody. She hid her emotions, afraid of being bullied more, and she would just cover up old conflicts and sadness and anger. She wished that if she could be anyone, she would not be her. She would write poems and songs and sing them everyday just so she could express something. She experienced a lot of loss when she was young, from losing two of her friends and having her best friend die to her grandmother, who she considered a friend, dying when she was but a young child. Constantly she would sing,

"If I could be,
If I could be,
If I could be anyone
Anyone
I wouldn't be me,
Can't you see the broken heart
The mind that's been torn apart
the heart of stone
the mind of steel
the broken bones that never healed,
i will never be the same
i will never love anyway
i can't be me
i don't wanna be me."

And one day she was singing on the seashore as she watched the waves recede as the tide grew low, and a specific shell caught her eye. She got up and picked it up, it was a Bahama Queen Conch Shell, and in scribbled handwriting it said 'you are you, it's who you're meant to be. see who you want to see.' She kept it and still has it to this day.

(please don't steal the song! i actually wrote this song.)

[paopu]

username: paopu
name: pua
gender: heifer
collar color: premade

prompt:
She doesn't honestly remember the first time she found her favorite shell. Because, honestly, she wasn't the one who found it. Her grandmother gifted it to her as a young child - telling her that it would one day guide her when she needed it most. Pua took this to heart for a very long time, listening to the shell whenever she was upset or feeling lonely. While she's somewhat grown out of this feeling, it's still very important to her. And when she's conflicted, she still turns to it to comfort herself and when she wants to think of her grandma.

[CustardFox]

username: Honeybears
name: Indigo
gender: heifer
collar color: premade

prompt:
Indigo lived in a house by the beach. Every night, she'd walk by the shoreline. Sometimes she would pick up shells, coral, even shark teeth she'd find on the beach. One day, after a particularly hard day, she walked along the beach, not taking her eyes off the waves. "Hello" someone startled her. It was a man she'd never seen before. "Mind if I join you". He was small and not scary so she let her guard down slightly and agreed. She could always take off running if he tried anything. Plus, as an extrovert, she really would love the company. As they walked, he noticed tension in her and asked what was wrong. Without even thinking, Indigo told him everything- how hard her day was and the mental struggles she's been having. Soon, they were sharing stories about their lives she's never said to anyone before. It was 1 am before she even got home, and she tucked into bed feeling a rush of relief after meeting this stranger.
The next day she went walking on the beach at her usual time and met the stranger again. They talked again, this time they shared details about their hopes and dreams and what they wanted from their futures. They shared stories of when they grew up. It was late again before Indigo got home.
This new schedule continued for several days. One day, she met the stranger and they didn't tell stories. They walked in silence for a while. Finally, he stopped. "I found this for you" he said, and handed her a shell. It was a picture perfect clam shell, pink that faded into white around the edges. It seemed to sparkle as the moonlight hit it. "Thank you..."
In a matter of days, Indigo realized she had shared more with this "stranger" than with anyone before. They became best friends, and years later they became more than friends. Indigo still has the clam shell, hanging in a shadow box in their house.

[grizzly.]

username: grizzly.
name: Vera
gender: heifer
collar color: premade ^^

prompt:

clam shells

It was your usual hot, sunny day, and Vera was doing her usual- strolling along the beach, as she did every so often- taking in the warm, yet cool breeze that blew in off the ocean. Watching the sun set among the crashing waves, turning not only the sky, but the water an assortment of blues, pinks, and purples. Vera found it to be a peaceful way to end a day, no matter how bad it could’ve been, she knew the scene before her was always well worth the daily struggles. This day, however, had been particularly hard on her. She had been driven from her herd, being told she didn’t fit in with everyone else. It was a stupid, and petty reason, really.

Vera had been lost in her own thoughts before she heard an ever so slight crunch beneath her hoof. Oh so carefully she lifted her front leg up to find an ugly, sand-colored shell, a clam shell, that she had stepped on. Like most, she was about to overlook the unattractive clam shell she had just crushed, feel guilty about accidentally squashing a mollusk that could have been still alive. She was just about to turn and walk away, when the setting sun must have hit that crushed clamshell just right, and sent an ever so slight twinkle from beneath the shattered shell. It was ever so slight, could-have-easily-missed-it twinkle that stopped Vera in her tracks to closely investigate the clam shell she had squashed. Gently pushing away the fragile and brittle pieces of rough, sand-colored shell, she found a small cluster of beautiful, misshapen, pearls, slightly pushed into the sand among the other pieces of its pervious home.

Vera was mesmerized at how something that was found to be so ugly and unattractive on the outside could hold something so beautiful and unique on the inside. It was unlike any other shell, typically you stumble upon beautiful shells on the beach, which typically are empty, and abandoned, or filled with a slimy creature hidden inside. No, this clam shell, this standard clam, ugly in appearance on the outside, was completely overlooked by those picking up other shells and marveling at their beauty. It was then that Vera decided that a standard clam shell was her favorite sea shell. It might’ve been an ugly shell to look at, but sometimes it’s not what you see on the outside. A beautiful conch shell could hide something slimy, gross, and possibly even frightening, inside it’s beautiful exterior, whereas a clamshell was different. It typically wasn’t beautiful in its exterior, but it could hold something even more beautiful inside of it, proving that exterior beauty sometimes has a way of hiding what’s really inside.

[Guest]

username: ♔Voltaire♔
name: Pisces
gender: heifer
collar color: Premade!

"If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water."
-Loren Eiseley

prompt:

Cowrie Shell

Pisces' heart was never hers. It rose and fell with the tides, pushed and pulled by the force of the moon. It filled the wavepools, took things with it, leaving other things behind.

She never stayed in one place, which was why the ocean and it's constant movements seemed to resonate so deeply within her, and she could never pull herself away from it's tempo lest she feel internally out of sync. Her mother was fearful of the wide expanse of water, never letting her sweet rainbow baby stray too far from her side. But Pisces had grown from a spunky young calf into an adventurous young lady, and to her mothers' dismay, there was only so much thread to hold on to before it snapped. Thus, was why it was so hard allowing her to finally explore the beach and it's sights. For so long her mother kept her away from it all, fearful that another calf of hers would become lost to the world. But she knew it was time to let go, so she hesitantly allowed for it.

So there she was, face to the wind, tasting the sea salt and taking in the sounds of the waves crashing against the shoreline. Her childhood friends stood beside her, knowing of what such a place held, but they stood silently and allowed Pisces to taste freedom.It only took a few minutes for Pisces to take a step closer to the waves, and immediately wade in to her upper legs, feeling the cool water lick at her fur. It was heavenly, a feeling Pisces never knew she longed for. She stayed like this for awhile until her friends called out, to which Pisces responded half-attentively, not wanting to move from her spot. As she caught up to them, they headed down the shoreline, competing to see who could avoid the water the longest as it licked the shores. Pisces eyes trailed from her hooves to the water, waiting to hop back before the water could touch her.

A small object came in to view however, to which Pisces was inclined to examine close-up and make her lose the game. As her friends teased her for her loss, they approached from behind, wanting to see what caught their usually competitive friend so off-guard. They followed her gaze to the sand, their eyes catching on a small shell nestled in the wet sand between Pisces' hooves.

"Oh! That's a Cowrie shell, nice find Pisces!"

"A cowrie shell?" Pisces inquires, her head tilting.

"Yeah, sometimes you get some really cool shells that wash up on the shore here. It's always fun to look for pretty ones."

"They just appear out of the water?" Pisces frowned, confusion etching her features. Her friends giggled, looking at their friend affectionately.

" The seashells were previously shells from oysters and clams. Lots of those guys live in the ocean, so when they are eaten or get too big they shed the shell and hey float to the surface and the tides bring em' in," One friend spoke out, toying with the small object. Pisces smiled, finally understanding. "You can take it home if you want. There's a bunch so we can go and find some more for ya!"

Pisces heart leaped in her chest. There's more? With a quick nod she bounded forward, eyes scanning the sand for any protrusion and cowrie shell tucked in the bag she brought with her. After scanning the shore for a few minutes, she came across another, much different than her last find. Picking it up, two tiny legs emerged, and Pisces shrieked.

"Oh, a hermit crab! Wow those guys live in the shells too! hen they get too big they search the shore and try to find bigger ones."

Pisces smile fell. "They do?"

"Yeah."

Pisces stood here in silence as the small crab skittered away from the group. After what seemed like forever, she slowly opened her bag, taking out the cowrie shell. With a deep sigh, she placed it back on the shore, pushing it softly into the sand. Her friends stood their in silence, looking at each other in confusion.

"Don't you want to keep it? That's your first shell, girl."

"They need it," Pisces whispers, looking out to the sea. "That shell could be the perfect home for a sea creature that needs it. It's important to the environment here, and I do not want to take it if it means it could give shelter to something that needs it." Turning to her friends, she gave the a huge smile, to which her friends graciously returned.

After visiting the beach, Pisces went back home to tell her mother of her great adventure, and how she cannot wait to go back. Her mother sighed, relieved that her baby came back in one piece. That night as she laid in bed, Pisces head swirled with the movement of the waves, hermit crabs, and tiny cowrie shells.

Winner! ; v;
If you don't like the premade collar once I add it, let me know what you would like it changed to !!