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[booklover789]

Username:
booklover789

Kennel Number:
212

Use:
When I donated this sweetie, he had the most bland design ever. Really - just LOOK at this horridly tasteless design. When I saw his revamp, however, I fell in love with him. I never felt a real connection to him in the beginning, seeing as his design was as bland as my ideas for designs were at the time...but after that revamp, I literally felt a smile spring to my face when I looked at him. I truly fell in love with him for the first time. Looking at that revamp...I wanted to adopt him and call him my own once again. I was inspired to try out for him and get him back...to call him MINE.
I absolutely love how his orange palette has been dimmed slightly, but has also been revved up due to the lovely darker orange stripes and paler fur on the tail-tip and paws. His pale yellow-brown claws are quite nice, as well. I absolutely LOVE his eyes - they're not so stereotypically neon green, as they were before. His nose isn't black, but grey - so, again, not so stereotypical. Overall, his design is simple, but still elegant enough to be amazing.
As for what I'll use this sweetheart for, I'll use him as a character in stories and art. I'll put him on my Weebly if I win him.


Custom by Juliet.
Original Design by booklover789; Revamp by Juliet.

Name:
Trygve

Original Pronunciation:
Trive

Definition and Language of Origin:
Trustworthy - Scandinavian

Gender:
Male

Species and/or specific breed:
Mixed Breed
(50% Orange Ticked Tabby Cat and 50% Ruddy Abyssinian Cat - both are Domesticated breeds of feline.)

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Birthday and Birthstones:
March 17 - Bloodstone, Jasper, and Aquamarine

Who in this world of ours their eyes
In March first open shall be wise,
In days of peril firm and brave,
And wear a bloodstone to their grave.
~ Wikipedia

Favorites:
Color - Blue
Season - Spring
Weather - Sunny, but not hot.
Fish - Salmon
Insect - Monarch Butterfly
Reptile - Lizard
Mammal - Holland Lop Rabbit
Bird - Robin
Plant - Bird of Paradise
Type of Eater - Carnivore (eats meat)
Song - This Will be the Day
Wristbands - Wanderer, Watch Me Work, Challenger, and Nightlight

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Personality:
Trygve is very emotional, and gets attached to beings if he spends prolonged periods of time with them. Being quite emotional, he finds that he gets sad easily; he also feels immense joy and happiness, though. He feels emotions on a different plane than the average being - everything is heightened, when it comes to emotions. He doesn't like to feel sadness, so he decided to become cold and secretive. He made a conscious effort to push painful emotions away from himself, though this effort became weaker over time. He cut himself off from love and other happy feelings due to his fear at feeling the sadness and anger associated with relationships - he went years without knowing or wanting to know love, due to his past issues with that particular emotion. At times, it seemed like everyone Trygve loved died - sometimes by his own actions (or lack thereof). Because of this, Trygve sometimes has a negative view of the world, as he's been dealt some pretty nasty hands previously.

Trygve is sometimes difficult for beings to understand. He doesn't do well in some social circumstances, and prefers to be left alone. He doesn't like dealing with cats or humans, and generally stays away from them...though in certain circumstances he'll give his time and help to either species. He is most caring towards children or kits, as he knows that they mean no harm to him. He's also very caring and gentle towards elderly cats or humans, too. However, he can have a nasty temper, and sometimes will snap at others when frustrated. Recluse by choice and caring by nature, Trygve can be an enigma to those who don't know him well enough.

This feline is very secretive, but that's solely because he wants the past to stay in the past. He doesn't like being questioned about his past, and will generally avoid conversation about it at all costs. He admits that his tragic past made him who is today, and that THAT is a good thing, but he still doesn't like to dwell upon it. He hates having the feelings resurface and bring him down - he prefers to sit in silence and think of other things than talk about his past. Sometimes the thoughts do come up again, and he has to find something else to focus his mind on. Others have accused him of not facing his demons, but Trygve doesn't care about their accusations. He knows that if he ever actually thinks about what happened to him previously that he'd have a breakdown, and having a breakdown isn't acceptable, particularly for one who controls his emotions so well.



History/Background:

(Quotes are all bits of lyrics from the song, "This Will be the Day.")

They see you as small and helpless,
They see you as just a child;
Surprise when they find out that a warrior will soon run wild!

Trygve narrowed his eyes, his belly brushing the thinly-cut grass beneath him, yellowed and harsh as it died. His green eyes sparkled as he saw what he'd been stalking for the last five minutes, and his lips curled into a smile. He flicked his tail, balancing himself as he prepared to pounce.
The rabbit turned, black eyes suddenly fear-filled as it froze.
Trygve's smile deepened as he launched himself at the creature before him, pinning it to the ground and snarling as his claws sunk through the white and orange fur.



That night, he padded into the alley, the rabbit hanging lifeless from his jaws. He found the box, leaping into it. In the dim light that the streetlights emitted, he glanced at the box's inhabitants. He set the rabbit down, and stepped back, his green eyes glowing in the dark as he watched the kits leap upon the food with ferocity one would not expect.
He blinked, suddenly feeling the female's tail upon his shoulders.
Green eyes met yellow.
"Thank you," she purred. "My kits would thank you, as well, if they had any manners," she hissed, glancing at the kits.
Three of the four looked up and thanked him. The last simply nodded his gratitude. They went back to the rabbit almost instantly afterwards.
She smiled. "My sweet kits....Why, I don't know what I'd do without you, Trygve."
"It's my pleasure to help you and your family, Petal. I only wish I could do more."
She chuckled. "Not many cats are like you, my dear friend."
Trygve gently set his tail upon Petal's slim shoulders. "It's hard trusting in others...especially after what you've gone through."
She nodded, head bowed. "My kits are my reason for living. I love them more than words can say."
He licked the tips of her ears, swiftly standing. "If you ever need anything else, please, just ask me."
She nodded once again, tears glimmering in her eyes. "Wait," she said, entwining her tail with his one last time. "Please...don't go."
A small smile lighted upon his face. "We both know that going down the path you wish us to will not end well for you."
Her tail dropped. "Fine."
He gently rubbed his face against hers. "Goodbye, Petal." Without another word, he leapt out of the box and raced off as quickly as his legs would take him.

For the next year or so, he frequented different alleys, never going back to the one where Petal and her kits lived. One night, as he sat beside one of his closest friends, Gryff, the feline asked his friend a question. "Trygve, what ever happened to that one girl you liked?"
He shrugged his orange shoulders. "I left her."
"But, dude, you could've lived a great life with her! I mean, yeah, she had kits and all...but that doesn't mean she couldn't love you!"
"I don't doubt that her love was true, Gryff."
"What DO you doubt, then?"
"If we could've lived a peaceful life."
"Life isn't peaceful, dude."
"I know, Gryff..."
"But that wasn't what you were alluding to, I know. You never told her, did you?"
"Nope."
"Who HAVE you told?"
"You."
"And I'm the only one who knows, besides yourself, I mean?"
"Yes. You are still my closest friend, Gryff. I'd trust you with my life."
The grey tabby nodded. "Good to know."



Two weeks later, Trygve padded along the harsh pavement, tears rolling down his cheeks. He wasn't watching where he was going, and ran straight into Gryff's mate, Boots.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, looking up at the larger cat. "Trygve," she said, gently placing a tail on his shoulders, "I'm so sorry."
"No, no," he said, looking down into her blue eyes, "I'm sorry, Boots. I could've stopped it, and I didn't. Your mate is dead because of my laziness."
"No one blames you - "
"I blame me." He roughly shoved off her tail, racing off in the opposite direction.

After losing Gryff, he left the city, staying in the country, instead. There he helped other widowed she-cats and kits alike, teaching them to fend for themselves...and in some cases, hunting for them himself. He helped the elderly, whether it was simply catching mice or itching scratchy tails. He stayed in the country for two years.



"'ello, mista!" spoke a feline with a British accent. "My name's Georgie!"
Trygve looked down at the rambunctious kit. "Hello, young lady. What can I do for you?"
"Well, mista, my mother sent me to the colonies to start up a new life. She said she'd come three months later. It's been five months, now, mista, and well...she ain't 'ere."
"Which ship did she send you on?"
"The S.S.Merrimack, mista."
"Where's the ship now?"
"See, that's the problem, sir. I can't find it!"
Trygve nodded. "Come. Let's go to the shipyard. I'll help you find her."

Upon reaching the shipyard, Trygve and Georgie looked at every ship docked. The last one was the S.S.Merrimack. Trygve looked down at the kit. "Let me go alone. What is your mother's name?"
"Clarissa."
He nodded, quickly climbing up the ropes that tied the ship to the dock. He leapt upon the main deck, looking for any cats. He scented one hiding under a tarp in the corner, and he trotted over, sticking his head under the blue, plastic material. "Clarissa?"
"She's down, below deck!" The response was hissed at him, hastening him.
He turned, and, finding the stairs, trotted down them quickly. The below deck area was much darker, and he could see better in the dark. He quickly found a group of cats, huddled under a luggage rack. "Clarissa?" he whispered upon joining them.
A snow-white cat crawled to his side. Her British accent was thick. "Yeah?"
"Your daughter is waiting for you. Follow me, ma'am."

Upon reaching the top deck, Clarissa let out a mew of happiness. She raced forward, leaping off the boat and soaring through the air. She landed less than a foot away from her kit, drawing the small thing close to her with an outstretched paw. "My kit, my kit...you're all right!"
Trygve smiled, sitting atop the railing of the ship. He simply watched the happy reunion before him, not saying a word.
Suddenly, he was lifted up by the scruff of his neck.
"Wot're you doin' 'ere?" asked a sailor, his British accent even thicker than Clarissa's. "Stikin' cats." Turning towards the open water, he threw Trygve overboard.
He yowled as he soared through the air, certain that death was before him. Only one thought flashed through his mind as he fell. I deserve this, I suppose. Finally, an end to all the sorrow I've caused.
He hit the water, claws extended as he watched bubbles float up to the surface, horror written on his face. With a blink of his eyes, he blacked out.

Prepare for your greatest moments,
Prepare for your finest hour,
The dream that you've always dreamed is
Suddenly about to flower!

When he opened his eyes, he was coughing up water. Once he stopped, he looked up at the snow-white cat before him. "Clarissa?" he croaked out.
She smiled, stuffing his mouth full of tuna. "Eat it - you'll feel better if ya do." Looking down at her kit. "I'm quite pleased that Georgie spotted you bein' thrown overboard - otherwise, I wouldn't have seen ya! Thankfully I'm an excellent swimmer, otherwise, you'd be gone."
Trygve blinked tiredly, swallowing the fish. "Wait, what?"
"My mother saved ya, mista!" Georgie said, smiling as she flicked her black-tipped tail happily.
"Thanks," he said, looking up once again at the white cat.
"Get some rest. You'll be on your paws in no time."
He nodded, too confused to argue. "Okay." Closing his eyes, he fell asleep.



Less than a week later, Trygve was back on his paws, hunting for Clarissa and Georgie. Georgie was a fast learner, but she often pounced too quickly and not far enough, thus allowing the prey to escape. When Trygve needed to actually catch prey, he'd go alone into the countryside to hunt for field mice or rabbits, which were very easy to come by. He'd drop them off at the cottage where Clarissa and her kit stayed, thanking her at least once a day for saving his life.
He soon moved on - but not before he'd properly taught Georgie how to hunt. A mere week after she'd completed her lessons he was off once again.
For years he had a great life, living on different farms, but staying away from humans. He often looked for elderly cats - once even going as far as to stay in an elderly community just to help out. He grew quite close to an elderly couple, Myrtle and Charles. According to them, they had had an abnormally large litter, and only one of the kits had ever found them again. Their youngest three had died, but their fourth youngest survived, along with all of her siblings. Trygve asked what her name had been, and the elderly couple smiled, looking at each other. "Her name was Small Thing."
Trygve lifted an eyebrow.
"She was the smallest in the litter," explained the calico. She smiled, entwining her tail with her husband's. "But we didn't care about names - we cared about the kits. That's why we separated them. Sure, we lost at least three of them, but we'll see them in the afterlife. We're also certain that some of the rest of our only litter will find us again."
Trygve appreciated their hopeful and joyful outlook on life. They had literally been through it all - between their previous owner kicking them out and them having to learn how to fend for themselves in a cruel world, well, the younger cat truly looked up to them, as he admired their strength.
They lived longest - most of the other elderly cats had all died, and these two were still living. One day, a group of cats came to visit them. One of them stepped forward, a scarf around her neck. "Hello," she said. "My name is Striped Branch. We'd like to take you two into our clan so we can care for you."
"Hello," the husband said. "My name is Charles, and my wife is Myrtle."
Striped Branch gasped.
A kit at her feet looked up at her. "Mentor, what's wrong?"
She shook her head, stepping forward out of the haze. "You're my parents."
Charles frowned. "Small Thing?" he asked, squinting as he tried to get a good look at his daughter.
Myrtle mewed with happiness. "The runt of the litter! Oh, come here, you sweetheart."
Striped Branch smiled, dipping her head as she sat beside her mother.
"Are there any of your siblings living?"
"Most are, actually. We just don't all live in the same place."
"Oh, are there any living with you and your friends?"
"Yes, two are. Tall Ears and Trembling Whiskers."
"And how are they doing?"
"Tall Ears has a mate and is now a father. One of his three kits is my apprentice."
"Oh, the small kit who was beside you back there?"
"Yes, Mother."
"Oh, how wonderful! And your other sibling?"
"Trembling Whiskers has a mate, but is not a father. He's back at camp, helping out with rebuilding the nursery."
Charles purred. "I'm so pleased to hear our children survived."
"Three of my sisters live on various barns, far away from camp. I'll get word to them that you'll be at our camp, and they'll come to visit, I promise."
Myrtle stood. "Thank you so much, my kit." She rubbed her head against Striped Branch's, purring in happiness.
Trygve looked at the leader of the pack. "Excuse me, sir, but...will you be taking care of these two? They're the last of the elderly cats in this area."
The brown cat nodded. "Of course. My name is Brownstar - I am the leader of this clan. And you are?"
"Trygve, sir."
"Kittypet?"
He frowned. "Sorry, sir?"
"Do you have humans?"
"No, sir. I am on my own."
"Ah, a loner." The leader nodded. "You're free to join us, if you'd like to."
"The cats would welcome you," spoke a white female with pale grey stripes. When she stepped forward, Trygve was shocked to see her lavender eyes. At her paws was a bundle of herbs. "My name is Larkfeather."
He nodded. "You are very lovely."
She nodded. "Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself." She flicked her tail in a surly manner, a smirk on her face.
"As for joining you, I'll have to decline. I'll move on, as I always do."
"In that case, Starclan wishes you well," said Larkfeather, dipping her head before turning her attention to Striped Branch and her parents.
"Our clan also wishes you well," Brownstar said, looking at the tom before him. "If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to call upon us."
"Thank you, sir. I'll remember that."
The group soon left, going at a slow pace so that the elderly could keep up. Once the last cat had gone out of his visual range, he turned in the opposite direction and set off. A cloud of dust was kicked up wherever he stepped, covering his tracks along the old dirt road.

We are lightning
Straying from the thunder;
Miracles of ancient wonder.

He was searching this time for a different city by the coast. He found one in Italy. Smiling as he walked through the small areas of land, he flicked his tail. Suddenly, he froze, spying a cat he never thought he'd see again.
Green eyes met yellow.
One word escaped his mouth. "Petal."
She glanced away, not noticing him. Behind her trailed three larger kits, almost adults.
He shook his head, turning away. "She is part of a past life I no longer live," he murmured, staring to walk away.
"Trygve!"
He froze.
"Hey! Look, Mom! It's Trygve!"
Drat! One of the kits spotted me. He turned around, feeling sheepish but being certain to not show what he really felt. He tilted his head, squinting at the group as if he couldn't see them well.
Petal turned, looking fully at Trygve.
He had to keep shock from registering on his face as he looked at her face. She didn't have that scar last time I saw her...
She smiled, sadness in her eyes as she trotted towards him, the kits trailing behind her as they always had. The black cat sat before him, tapping her tail gently on the pavement. "I always wondered what happened to you. Where's your friend, Gryff?"
"He died."
"Oh, I'm so sorry."
He shrugged. "It was years ago."
Looking at her kits, she gently waved them away. "Please, give us some time, children."
"Yes, Mother." They turned and walked off in different directions.
Petal looked at Trygve. "How have you been?"
"Fine."
She chuckled, circling him. "Always so mysterious - I see THAT hasn't changed about you."
"How'd you get that scar, Petal?"
She blinked sadly, sitting in front of him once again. "You'll notice that I am missing a kit."
He nodded. "Yes, I did notice."
"I got this scar fighting for my son. He had gotten into a nasty fight, and needed help, so I helped. Unfortunately...I was too late. I couldn't save him."
Trygve glanced at the ground. "I'm sorry for your loss."
"I don't blame you."
"Glad to hear it."
Petal frowned. "You don't seem as joyful as you once were."
His gaze hardened. "I grew up."
She tilted her head. "Well, if you'd ever like a taste of childhood again, my door is always open. My kits have such fond memories of you...they wouldn't mind you dropping by, when you can."
"I'm not staying here for long."
"Oh? Why not?"
"I'm a wanderer - I don't ever stay in one place for very long."
She nodded, standing suddenly. "In that case, I won't keep you. Have a safe journey, old friend."
He glanced up, almost frantic. "Petal?"
"Yes?" she asked, looking back.
His mind suddenly went black. "It was really nice seeing you again."
She smiled, all traces of sadness gone from her eyes for only a moment. "I agree."

This will be the day we've waited for,
This will be the day we open up the door,
I don't wanna hear your absolution;
Hope you're ready for a revolution!
Welcome to a world of new solutions,
Welcome to a world of bloody evolution;
In time your heart will open minds,
A story will be told,
And victory is in a simple soul!

Trygve moved on to a library, staying there for so long, he lost track of how many years he resided on the premises. He spent long hours reading, enjoying the old, musty smell of the tomes as the scent filled his nostrils upon falling asleep or waking up. Every day he woke at precisely 7 AM, and trotted down the ladder from his bedroom in the attic. The owners loved cats, and they cared for him each day, setting out bowls of food and water whenever he needed them. There was always a window open, so if he needed to go and hunt for himself he always had the option.



One day, a newcomer came to the library - someone who'd never visited before. Trygve sat atop the check-out station, the counter smooth and cool beneath his sweaty paw-pads. It was a hot summer day, and the rays of sunshine filtered in through the dirty windows. He raised his head, his green eyes glinting with humor as he watched the child toddle into the room. The kid wasn't much younger than seven years old, and held an overflowing box of books in her small hands. She set the box down and slowly placed the books into the slot, returning them to where they belonged. Picking up the empty box, she walked forward, up the three steps, and turned left. Trygve leapt down and, softly padding on the creaky floor, followed her. He soon caught up with her, and watched her brown pigtails swing with every step she took. She finally turned right, directly in between two bookshelves. Bending over, she picked up the books that had fallen to the ground and set the into her cardboard box. Before placing each one into her box, she gently brushed the dust off of them with her fingers. She'd then place them one-by-one into the box, wiping her fingers off on her pink shirt before picking up the next one and repeating the process. After finishing with one entire aisle, she then turned down the next one and repeated the process. After three aisles, her box was full. She bent and picked it up, turning and toddling out the way she'd entered. When she reached the counter, she set the box down and stood atop it, just able to reach the bell.
She pushed the button, and a ringing sound echoed through the building.
The poc-poc-poc sound of high heels could be heard moments later.
The girl stepped off the box, and lifted it into her arms once again.
The woman reached the counter, and smiled as she looked down at the young child. "Here, let me take that from you," she said, lifting the box from the child and placing it onto the counter. She scanned each book and then placed them back into the box. Looking down once more, she said, "Can I see your library card, little one?"
The child nodded, pulling it out of her pocket and placing it into the old woman's hand. "Here."
The woman typed the card's number into the computer and printed the receipt. "They're due in four weeks."
The girl smiled. Her entire face lit up with joy as she put the card back into her pocket and grabbed the boxful of books. She turned and started walking towards the open door.
She suddenly stopped, set the box down, and turned around. "Missus?" she asked, looking at the older woman.
The woman straightened, setting the books she'd just grabbed from the deposit area down on the counter. She winced as she stretched - a cracking sound came from her back. She sighed, and then looked at the child. "Yes, dear?"
"What's that kitty doing in here?" she pointed to Trygve, who was sitting atop the counter once again.
The woman chuckled. "He's our pet."
"Does he knock over books?"
"Sometimes, but I always put them back."
She nodded, a pondering look on her face. "Does he have any kitty friends?"
"No, not that I know of."
"Oh. That's sad."
The woman stood, staring at the child with a look of thoughtfulness upon her face. "Where are your parents, dear?"
"Outside."
"Where?"
"In the car."
"Where's the car?"
"Down the road."
The woman's eyes narrowed. "You're telling me the truth, aren't you?"
"Yes, Missus." She nodded, a solemn look on her face.
The woman nodded. "Fine, then."
"Are other kitties allowed in here?"
"Well, if they're well-behaved, then yes, they are. Why?"
"Mommy wants to get rid of our kitty, and I want her to go somewhere nice."
The woman smiled. "Well, we'd be happy to take your kitty in. Why don't you bring it when you come next time to give back the books?"
"Yes, Missus, I will!" She smiled, picked up her box, and toddled out the door.
Once she'd left, the old woman looked down at Trygve. She patted his head, a smile on her face. "Looks like you'll be getting a friend, Rusty."

Your world needs a great defender,
Your world's in the way of harm;
You want a romantic life - a fairytale that's full of charm...

Four weeks later, the girl came back, dropped off the books, and then left. When she came back a few minutes later, she held a pink cat-carrier. She set it down, and looked at the old woman, who was scanning the books that the girl had just dropped off. "This is Mittens. She was my kitty. Now I'm giving her to you."
"Aw, that's very sweet of you," said the woman as she smiled.
"Could you promise me something, though?"
"Of course."
"Take good care of her. She's not so young anymore..."
"Has she already had kits?"
"Yes. They'll find her."
The old woman looked puzzled. "What do you mean, dear?"
"They always find her. No matter where we take Mittens, her kits always follow."
"That's very interesting."
"That's why Mommy wants to get rid of her. She doesn't want Mittens' kits around."
"Ah, I see. Too many cats."
"That's what she said."
"Well, I'm very sorry that you're having to give up your kitty."
"She'll be happier here," said the girl, smiling as she opened the container. "Mittens? Please come out. I promise Mommy's not around."
Mittens slowly stepped out of the container, her whiskers trembling in fear. Her yellow eyes widened, adjusting to the dim lighting in the dusty room. Her two white paws were dainty and small, as was her white-tipped tail.
"Don't worry, Mittens. Mommy's never going to hurt you again." The girl bent over and picked up the cat, cradling her in her arms. "This is Mrs. Dobbin. She's going to take care of you now. I'll come and visit every once in awhile, but I won't be around all the time." Tears suddenly sprung to the girl's eyes. She hugged Mittens close, trying her hardest not to cry. She sniffled as she squeezed the cat.
Mittens purred, rubbing her head against the girl's chin. Her tail curled around the girl's tiny arm.
After a few moments, the girl set the cat down on the counter. "Mittens, meet Mrs. Dobbin, the librarian."
Mrs. Dobbin gently patted Mittens between the ears. "Hello, sweetie. My, what a pretty cat you are!"
Mittens purred, rubbing her head against the old, weathered hand atop her head.
The girl smiled as she sniffled once again. "She likes you."
"I quite like her as well. Thank you very much for letting me take care of her."
"You're welcome," she said, still sniffling.
Trygve had been watching from the shadows. Suddenly, he stiffened, feeling a new sensation come over him. His eyes narrowed, determination written clearly on his face as he padded out and towards the girl. He rubbed against her shins, purring.
Mrs. Dobbin's mouth fell open. "Why, he's NEVER done that to me!"
The girl bent over and stroked his back. "Good kitty." She rubbed the tears out of her eyes as she smiled at the cat.
"His name's Rusty," explained the woman, still staring in shock at his sudden temperament-change.
Trygve suddenly leapt up, landing perfectly on the girl's petite shoulders.
Mrs. Dobbin's face went from shocked to horrified. "Oh, I'm so sorry, dear! I swear, he's acting very oddly right now."
The girl just laughed. "He's a nice kitty."
And suddenly, Mrs. Dobbin got an idea. "Why don't you take him?"
Tears sprung to the girl's eyes once again. "You mean it?!"
"Of course. If your mother only wants one cat in the house, the easiest way to do that is to take a male cat home. And I wouldn't be lonely, as I've got Mittens."
The girl raced over to the older woman and hugged her tightly. "Thank you!"
Mrs. Dobbin patted the girl's head. "Now, you take good care of Rusty."
"I promise I will!" She picked up the box of books and took it back out to the car, Trygve still riding atop her shoulders. He cast one final look back at his old home, a sadness on his face clearly indicating his reluctance to leave his normal life.
Mrs. Dobbin's waved, smiling sadly as she patted her eyes with a handkerchief. "Goodbye, Rusty. I hope you love your new life as much as I've loved you in mine."
"Goodbye, Mrs. Dobbin. I'll miss you," he mewed in reply.

Beware that the light is fading,
Beware that the dark returns.
This world's unforgiving,
Even brilliant lights will cease to burn.

Katie's house wasn't exactly what Trygve would've called a nice home. The child lived in a run-down old shack that leaned slightly to the side. She would crawl into bed every night, look down at her three older siblings who were sleeping on the floor, tell them goodnight, and then fall asleep with her arms squeezing Trygve so tightly he thought he'd suffocate. Every morning she'd get up and leap over her siblings, racing to get to the bathroom first. She'd always get there the quickest, as well. After she'd gotten ready for school, she'd kiss Trygve goodbye, pat him on the head, and leave to catch the bus with her other siblings. Trygve would slip out of the house, being careful to stay away from Katie's mother. While the child was one of the most loving creatures Trygve had ever met, the same could not be said for her mother. Katie's mother was a cruel and vicious woman, an absolutely bitter drunk. The more she drank, the angrier she became, and the more easily her foot swung in his direction. At times, if he didn't move quickly enough, a bottle would come flying through the air, more than one time connecting with his skull. The poor cat was bruised in several places after a week of staying there, and stayed out of the house as many hours of the day as possible.
After three months of staying there, one day, Trygve left. He walked down the street and found the Sheriff's office. Narrowing his eyes with determination, he scratched at the door and yowled for attention. Once he'd gotten the attention of the Sheriff, he led him to Katie's mother's house. After interviewing the mother, the Sheriff left, patting the cat on the head with a smile.
Two weeks later, Katie's mother was arrested by that very same Sheriff. Katie's older siblings got jobs and moved out, two of them bunking together in an apartment and the other one getting a scholarship to a nearby college. Katie was too young to get a job, so the government decided to place her up for adoption. Trygve stuck by her side through it all, curling up next to her each night she fell asleep, her belongings always in the three bags under her head.

Two weeks later, Mr. and Mrs. Dobbin stopped by the adoption center. Mrs. Dobbin immediately recognized Trygve, and, upon realizing Katie's situation, applied to adopt Katie. The papers were signed and she was given over to the Dobbins the next day. She moved into the library - the basement was where they lived, and she took up residence with them until she got old enough to live by herself in the attic. Trygve would often visit her, when he wasn't conversing with Mittens.
Mittens wasn't really named Mittens - it was just what Katie had named her. Her real name was Pearl.
Trygve hadn't even recognized his old friend at first - she had changed far too much. Scars didn't just adorn her face, but both of her back legs. Patches of fur were missing from her once-sleek tail, and her stomach had claw marks and crusted blood. Over time, these things got better - but at first, Trygve had been very concerned for his friend. "What happened to you?" he asked her one day as they sat and stared through the discolored, dirty glass at the sun shining through.
"Fights, mainly."
"Where are your kits?"
"Gone. They grew up and left me, though one did remain. I got the scar on my stomach defending him."
"Where is he now, Pearl?"
"I don't know. When I was taken by that nasty man with the net, he threw me into his truck and took me to a place full of large cages. Fear was in that place, Trygve. Pure fear radiated off of every animal. And when a person came in to adopt one of us, all of us would race at the cage door, trying to knock it over so we could be free. One day, we succeeded in this, and I got out. Eventually, my wanderings took me to Katie and her abusive mother, and I felt compassion for the girl."
"So you stayed with her, even though you weren't a fan of her mother."
"Her mother picked up by the tail so roughly on so many occasions that I lost fur." She flicked her now patchy-tail, the pink flesh looking sore and painful. "Doesn't hurt as much as it looks like," she reassured him. "So, what have you been doing these past years, my old friend?"
"Mainly just going from town to town, finding residence where I can. I helped a kit find her parents, and later helped a different sent of elderly parents find their kits. I helped wherever I could."
"You always were so chivalrous, Trygve."
He smiled, entwining his tail with hers. "Thank you for saying that."
"Why were you always so grumpy before?"
"I didn't trust that I could be good. After all I've done...I didn't think that I was a good cat. That's why I didn't let you in - it's why I didn't trust you. I thought that you'd either turn against me as all the others have done, or that I'd hurt in in some way and lose you forever."
"Oh Trygve, you silly cat," she said, purring as she rubbed up against his chin. "You'll always be special to me, and you don't ever have to worry about hurting my feelings. You can't possibly do any harm to me after what I've gone through."
He sighed as his green eyes glinted in the light. "I hope you're right, Pearl. I hope you're right."

Legends scatter,
Day and night will sever,
Hope and peace are lost forever.

This will be the day we've waited for,
This will be the day we open up the door,
I don't wanna hear your absolution;
Hope you're ready for a revolution!
Welcome to a world of new solutions,
Welcome to a world of bloody evolution;
In time your heart will open minds,
A story will be told,
And victory is in a simple soul!

Three months later, Pearl's kit showed up. Bedraggled and dirty, the pale grey cat coughed up a furball before passing out. His mother cared for him, fussed over him, and helped him get back to health. When he was back to normal, Pearl introduced him to Trygve. "Pierre, I'd like to introduce you to an old friend. His name is Trygve."
Sitting beside his mother, Pierre didn't resemble her all that much. He was almost solid grey, save for one paw that was white. He had amber eyes, and they darted over to Trygve in a judgmental manner. "Hi."
"Hello," Trygve said, nodding his welcome. "You must look like your father."
"I've been told that a lot." He said, eyes narrowing as he flicked his tail.
"Is something the matter?" Petal asked, looking at Pierre with concern in her eyes.
"Your son doesn't trust me," Trygve explained.
Pierre's eyes narrowed further. "And why would I? Just because my mother trusts you doesn't mean I will."
Trygve nodded. "That's an understandable point of view. I agree that you must decide for yourself what is good and what isn't, though I hope you find that I'm one of the good things and not the bad." He smiled warmly, his green eyes glinting in the dimming light of day.
"Perhaps I shall...perhaps I shan't." With a dismissive flick of his tail, Pierre stalked off.
Pear sighed. "I'm so sorry. He just doesn't trust anyone after his father left us."
Trygve nodded. "It's understandable. I was the same way."
She sighed once again, twining her tail with his. "Then at least he can change."
"That he can."
Silence stretched between the pair as they watched the sun set.
"Come," Trygve said. "It's time for bed."
They both curled up beside each other on an empty shelf, high above the other filled shelves, books falling at random times of the night, but never loudly enough to wake them.
Pierre sat on a shelf across from them, his eyes narrowed menacingly as he glared at the two. "Mother," he murmured, staring across the space to where she lied, "you've gone crazy. How silly of you to trust such a fool."

The next morning, Trygve woke alone. He blinked in the bright sunlight, waiting for his eyes to adjust. Once they had, he stretched and made his way down to the dusty floor. Looking down, he saw paw prints, and followed them to the front door, where they disappeared. Tears stung his eyes as he looked out at the bright world before him. "They're gone."



Months later, Trygve watched as both Mrs. Dobbin and Mr. Dobbin died within days of each other. Katie thought she was old enough to take care of herself by this time, but was really taken care of by another adoptive family, though she didn't spend much time with them, as she was constantly visiting different libraries, trying to read as much as she possibly could.
The library was foreclosed. Looters came by every so often, stealing the books and ripping apart the bookcases, taking the wood to do whatever they wanted with it. Trygve stayed out of their way, but still lived in the old library. He would crawl up to a high ledge and watch the hoodlums at work, ransacking the place he'd called home for so long. He fell into a deep depression, feeling as if he'd never claw his way back to happiness. He never left the library, though, even when there weren't any books or bookshelves left. He stayed there through the years, watching the dust pile up on the floor. He acted as a mouser, catching the rats and mice that tried to make their homes there. He grew recluse and moody, scaring off any people or animals that dared to show their faces to him. One day, as he was sleeping in the sunlight, he heard a noise at the door. His ears swiveled forward, and his eyes flicked open as he stood, standing his ground with his back arched, hissing at the intruder.
The black cat leaped into the air, startled, as she yowled. "Trygve! You scared me!" she hissed, landing on her feet.
The orange cat frowned, ceasing in his aggressive behavior. "And just HOW do you know me?" he snapped.
Her yellow eyes dimmed. "You really don't remember me?" As she stepped into the light streaming in through the broken windows, the scars on her body could clearly be seen. Her two white paws kneaded the floor as her white-tipped tail flicked anxiously.
Trygve blinked in surprise, smiling. "Age has done you well, Pearl. I wish I could say the same about myself."
She chuckled. "You look fine."
He shrugged. "Thanks for the compliment."
"You're welcome."
"So, where's your son?"
"Ran off, the ungrateful brat," she hissed. "He took me away from you, all those years ago. He led me astray. I trusted him, Trygve, and he let me down...just like all the other males before him. The only good thing that came out of the experience of being dragged all across creation was that I ran into my other children, and got to see what happy lives they each lived."
"I'm glad you're all right," Trygve managed to force out, his throat thick with tears as they streamed down his face. "You're just as beautiful as you were the day you left."
She smiled, trotting forward and then sitting beside him. "May I ask you a question, Trygve?"
"Sure," he said, trying to blink the tears out of his eyes.
She entwined her tail with his again. "Will you be my mate?"
The tears sprang to his eyes again. "Wh-What?"
She chuckled, leaning her head against his. "I love you. I want to spend my life with you. I was foolish, searching for the right one, Trygve, when I had the right one here all along. You're perfect in every way, and I want you in my life forever."
Once he could speak, he looked over at Petal and smiled. "My dearest friend, you've always had my heart. Why do you think now is any different?"
Green eyes met gold as the sun streamed in through the jagged glass of the library. Silence was present, but wasn't unwarranted nor unwanted. Happiness filled the room, and stayed there for years to come.

They see you as small and helpless,
They see you as just a child;
Surprise when they find out that a warrior will soon run wild!

Prepare for your greatest moments,
Prepare for your finest hour,
The dream that you've always dreamed is
Suddenly about to flower!

We are lightning
Straying from the thunder;
Miracles of ancient wonder.

This will be the day we've waited for,
This will be the day we open up the door,
I don't wanna hear your absolution;
Hope you're ready for a revolution!
Welcome to a world of new solutions,
Welcome to a world of bloody evolution;
In time your heart will open minds,
A story will be told,
And victory is in a simple soul!

Your world needs a great defender,
Your world's in the way of harm;
You want a romantic life - a fairytale that's full of charm...

Beware that the light is fading,
Beware as the dark returns.
This world's unforgiving,
Even brilliant lights will cease to burn.

Legends scatter,
Day and night will sever,
Hope and peace are lost forever.

This will be the day we've waited for,
This will be the day we open up the door,
I don't wanna hear your absolution;
Hope you're ready for a revolution!
Welcome to a world of new solutions,
Welcome to a world of bloody evolution;
In time your heart will open minds,
A story will be told,
And victory is in a simple soul!

They see you as small and helpless,
They see you as just a child;
Surprise when they find out that a warrior will soon run wild!

Legends scatter,
Day and night will sever,
Hope and peace are lost forever.

We are lightning
Straying from the thunder;
Miracles of ancient wonder.

This will be the day we've waited for,
This will be the day we open up the door,
I don't wanna hear your absolution;
Hope you're ready for a revolution!
Welcome to a world of new solutions,
Welcome to a world of bloody evolution;
In time your heart will open minds,
A story will be told,
And victory is in a simple soul!

Extra Art:

Made by me (booklover789) using the Catlike Icon Maker.
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[Mowy]

ⓑⓐⓢⓘⓒ ⓘⓝⓕⓞ:
Username:
Mowy
Kennel Number:
#93
Use:
As a character for a story that's in the making as of right now, She'll actually have a very interesting role in the story as a guardian angel's guardian. When I first saw her, I immediately knew she was perfect. I actually tried to adopt her once but sadly I was to busy to finish up her form.
Name:
Alessia meaning "defender or guardian".
Gender:
Mare ♀
Species and/or specific breed:
Phraex (c) Dia.

ⓟⓔⓡⓢⓞⓝⓐⓛⓘⓣⓨ:
Very loyal, brave, & courageous. She is extremely protective of her "Property" this includes her human. Being named a name meaning guardian was no mistake, she is & has the heart of one. She is a nature born leader, her thinking and actions prove that, especially in a time of need when someone has to respond fast, she's there ready to jump the gun. She's loyal in the sense she could never leave anyone behind & would give her all, even her life for someone, although her greatest loyalty lies with her person, she prefers it that way. She was born to be a leader, it runs deep in her blood. Everything thing she does is for the good of others it's never for herself. She doesn't brag or announce her achievements, she lets her actions speak for them self, she finds it more rewarding. 100% that's what she gives to every and any task, whether it be simple or down right impossible, giving up is never a option to her.

ⓗⓘⓢⓣⓞⓡⓨ/ⓑⓐⓒⓚⓖⓡⓞⓤⓝⓓ:
Alessia and her younger sister grew up as orphans in a herd not of their own. They were said to be found huddled together against the dead carcass of their mother who had perished after Alessia's sister was foaled. Alessia only a yearling was left alone with her newborn sister. A large Phrae herd discovered them, the lead stallion and mare showed compassion toward them and took both of them in, for they had just their first foal to a predator. Both of them grew up to be strong fillies. Once Alessia aged to three years.

ⓢⓣⓞⓡⓨ:
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ⓢⓣⓡⓔⓝⓖⓣⓗⓢ:
Quick thinking
Physically powerful
Loyal
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Likes/dislikes/art, etc. (optional):
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вαsιc ιηғσ

Username: Mowy
Kennel Number: #74
Use:
I'd love to have her to fit in with Alessia and her story, and to create a story of her own :]
Name: Nalani meaning calmness of the heavens.
Gender: Mare
Species and/or specific breed: Phraex (c) Dia.

ρεяsσηαℓιтү

Nalani is more of a gentle and timid spirit unlike her older sister. She has a shy side, she doesn't talk much but when she does it's usually a witty or funny comment that sends everyone into laughing spells. Freaking out in situations is not her thing she always seems to stay calm and collected. She enjoys nature, especially orchards and lush green meadows. The simple things in life is want she enjoys, she feels no need to conquer the world, she would rather soak in it's beauty and enjoy the masterpiece set before her. With her gentle caring spirit she has attracted many who adore her, especially foals which she hopes to have one day, they love her soft voice and caring words. Her heart is very kind, she's always showing compassion to others. Even though she's not very out spoken she'll stand up for what's right and point out the wrong. Her compassion for others also brings out a protective motherly side of her especially when it comes to foal, elders, or the sickly. She hates fighting and disputes it annoys her beyond measure.

нιsтσяү/вαcкgяσυη∂

Nalani never got to know her mother, she was raised by the lead mare who cherished and favored her among all the foals of their herd, even her older sister Alessia. (wip)

sтяεηgтнs & ωεαкηεssεs

+ Everyone adores her for her kind heart

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[Jericho]

ᴜsᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ:
-------My username is Foxtrot55 though many choose to refer to me as Fox or Foxxy.
ɴᴀᴍᴇs:
-------I have decided to name these two Tuxedo and Leroy. The smaller white dog will be
--------Tuxedo (aka Tux) because I wanted to give him a name that was fancy despite the fact
--------that he is a circus dog. The larger dog will be named Leroy which means 'King'
--------and is also a fancy name.
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀs:
-------Both of these adorable dogs are male, I chose to make them this gender because I felt
---------it suited their background history more accurately.
sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs:
-------Tuxedo will be remaining a long-haired Teacup Chihuahua's based on the donator's
---------original breed preference. I will be changing Leroy's breed though as I found a
---------similar breed which hold a closer look to Leroy's anatomy. He will now become a
---------Schipperke dog which is a Belgian small breed dog.
ᴋᴇɴɴᴇʟ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ:
-------These two pretty pups are currently located in kennel 51.

ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴏᴘᴛ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs:
---------I would like to adopt these characters for a wide range of reasons. To start, I find their designs and breeds
-----------both very appealing. I find they suit each other very well, even more in the way that I have made them as circus
-----------dogs. Tuxedo is one of the cutest character's I've ever seen (no jokes) and the moment I saw him I fell in love.
-----------There was no way I would let this little boy slide by without my trying my hardest to win him. Leroy at first did not
-----------connect with me at all. I hated him to be completely honest. But I spend a couple hours drawing him and
-----------writing short stories about him and slowly I build up a love for this sweet black puppy. I also loved the idea of
-----------having two circus dog's as characters. There is so many story possibilities, so many things that you can draw them
-----------doing, and overall just a large amount of ideas and muse for these two pups.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴜsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ:
---------As with all my characters and fursona's the main place that viewers will be able to locate them would be on my character
-----------website. On the site I store my character's information, artwork (both purchased and personally drawn), extra text, etc.
-----------It's simply a large home for all my wonderful characters. These two will be given each their own page (or possibly a page
-----------together depending on if I think it would work better for the viewers or not). They will be given and ordered art for from a
-----------large variety of artists of all skill levels and styles. They will have a good sized history/background story for them and
-----------possibly some short stories depending on what inspires me to write. They will be showed off and admired by the
-----------members of CAAA since I will be posting updates and artwork of them on there.





ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛɪᴇs

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ᴛᴜxᴇᴅᴏ
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• Tuxedo is your average run-of-the-mill puppy.
He's extremely curious and is practically always up
for adventure. He often makes mistakes,
as puppies will, since he is still learning
right from wrong. Tuxedo is willing to learn
and can often be found mimicking the
actions of older dogs, watching their behavior
and seeing exactly what behaviors get good
results then attempting them himself. This is
why the circus has been such an amazing
experience for the young pup. There is always
tons of things to do which keeps his mind busy
as well as extremely well trained dogs to show
the small pup what is good and what is bad.
He is very playful and excitable as most puppies
are and will try and start a game with anything
that moves which can sometimes get him into
trouble when he tries to play tug with some of
the larger animal's tails. But with all the circus
staff and well trained performing animals he is
in a fairly safe environment. Tuxedo will often
run to Leroy for shelter when he is feeling
unsafe or nervous due to their extremely strong
bond.

• Leroy is the calmer of the two dogs, being older
and well trained from years of preforming in the
circus. He is a show stealer at it's finest and can
preform dozens of unique tricks and movement
that always bring a smile to the audiences faces.
Leroy is a mentor to Tuxedo and the circus staff
claim the small dog has 'taken Tux under his
paw in many ways'. The older dog has an odd
dis formation, giving him small wings that match
the color of his sleek jet black fur. The circus has
always brushed off questions though, claiming that
the wings are 'only a prop' and not actually part of
the dog. This reply has always worked thankfully,
since Leroy cannot fly and most of the time the
dark wings just flop around on his back, giving
them the appearance of fake wings. Overall this
pup is very loyal and talented, he makes people
smile no matter how down they are feeling and
is known for this all throughout the area. He
also shows the same love and happiness to the
other circus dog and is very well mannered
around the animals. Leroy reacts very well to
the stress of circus life and his daily tasks as
a preforming dog.



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ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ

For this story you will find that the parts of the story spoken as the voice of Leroy shall be written in the color 'Peru' and on the other hand, the parts of the story that are spoken in the voice of Tuxedo shall be written in the color 'Sienna'. I hope the color coding will make it easier for you (the viewer) to understand the perspective the story is coming from, ether Leroy's or Tuxedo's. Now let us continue along our journey to understand these fancy pup's further.

Did we really have to cancel the circus? The day I met Tuxedo had been very rainy, and I mean very rainy. Our wonderful circus performance had been rained out and all us circus dogs were stuck inside the little trailer that we called home. We sat for hours, wishing and waiting for the rain to let up but it never did. And let me tell you there is only so many times you can listen to old Trooper over there on the sofa yammer on and on, telling us about every single boring thing that he did before he became a circus dog. I swear I've heard the story about how he found a big bone over thirty times in the two years I've known the lad. As the hours ticked by we soon began to realize that the circus would have to be cancelled for that weekend and it became a reality when the large ring master walked into our trailer and with a sigh announced 'the show will not go on...'. The clowns and the trapeze performers all sighed, one clown honking his horn in a sorrowful cry. We lived for the circus, the show brought us to life. We all loved to preform, to see the look of amazement on the crowds face was a fantastic feeling and we loved it like no other. A lurch from the trailer showed all the figured sitting in this small trailer that this horrid fact was true...the circus was leaving town.

We had been driving for little over three hours when Tuxedo entered our lives. Originally the circus had been heading towards the next town for our show but flooding over the bridge caused us to be forced to take a long detour through the country side. It was one of the clowns that heard the small pup first, a wee little cry coming from a patch of bushes the trailers were slowly passing and with a shout he called the trailers all to a stop. His shoes made odd sounds as he splashed through the mud over to the short bushes and the circus preformers all watched as he reached in, obviously trying to grab something, and soon straightened with a smile on his face and returned to the trailer with something small pressed up against his chest. "Don't just stand there, grab a towel!" he told some of his fellow performers and one quickly grabbed a towel from the changing room. The small pup was so covered in mud and soaked to the bone that he looked like a little drowning brown rat and it look several minutes and a bucket of warm water before they were finally able to see what it really was. A tiny little white puppy, only as large as a can of soda.

The clown placed the small pup on a blanket by the heater, desperately trying to warm it's shivering and damp body. But the humans soon realized that the small portable heater would not be enough and it was a moment before one got an amazing idea. They released the three circus dogs into the trailer. It only took a second for the small dog's scent to hit our noses and soon all three of us were crowding around the pup and taking a look at the newcomer. But our extremely strong canine scent did not only detect the pup, we could smell that something was wrong and with further investigation we quickly lay down all nearby to the pup, sharing our own body warm with the small animal. And then we waited...

It was so cold and scary. One moment I had been cuddled close to the warm side of my mother, safe and at peace. the next I was torn away, a man's large hands taking me away from my family and placing me in a small burlap sack. The next thing I knew I was sitting on the side of the road, watching the human drive away...leaving me behind. I tried calling for my mother, the rain drowning out my soft barks. I whimpered and whined, hoping someone would hear and slowly moved into some bushes to try and seek shelter from the freezing rain. But no one came. Hours later I heard something, cars! I whined and barked again, too cold to leave the bushes. My heart leaped for joy as I heard of screech as the large cars stopped.
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ʟɪᴋᴇs

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ᴛᴜxᴇᴅᴏ
ʟᴇʀᴏʏ



• Clowns jumping around like giant grass
hoppers to try and make the audience laugh.

• Playing tug-of-war with Leroy after
a long evening show.

• Balancing on the big bouncy ball while the
clowns roll it around the big top.

• Chasing the tails of the fancy white show horses
while they try and practice their complex routines
with the horse masters.

• Stealing meat treats from Leroy.

• Small puppies exploring the world
for the first time in their life.

• The look of amazement in the eyes of the
crowd as a spectacular stunt is preformed.

• Going for rides on 'Merry Legs' the show
pony and not getting bucked off.

• Dazzling spot lights shining in the big top
right before an evening show.

• The silly clowns giving tasty meat treats
after doing a trick really well for the audience.



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ᴛᴜxᴇᴅᴏ
ʟᴇʀᴏʏ



• Thunderstorms and the loud noises
they make, they're scary...

• Being the youngest dog out of the
four circus dogs.

• Getting nipped at by the large preforming
horses when trying to catch their tails.

• Having to eat boring dry dog food while
the humans eat juicy hamburgers.

• Pesky grass bugs flying around
during the heat of summer.

• Messing up during a circus performance while
in front of a large crowd.

• The ridiculous outfits the circus dogs are forced
to wear during some performances, they itch...

• Young children with sticky cotton candy fingers
touching and messing up your fur.



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ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɡs:
---------Cha-cha-cha Chihuahua - Original Version
-----------I have chosen the song 'Cha-cha-cha Chihuahua' to represent Tuxedo as a theme song because I felt like the song really
-----------described him well, not only for the fact that he is a chihuahua but because it describes his personality very well. He is
-----------a little, tiny, teacup pup with a big personality and a love for the world around him. After all, what's not to love if your a
-----------chihuahua?

---------Lean on Me - Bill Withers
-----------I chose 'Lean on Me' as Leroy's theme song for a very simple reason. Leroy in my eyes is a mentor, a very loving dog who will be
-----------there if you need him, no matter what. Therefore I feel this song really suits him because it's talking about how you'll be there to
-----------lean on and you hope the other person will be there if you ever need them to lean on.

ᴀʀᴛᴡᴏʀᴋ:
---------This is a collection of the artwork I have gathered and/or made for these two sweet hearts. The artwork title is shown on the
-----------left, with the artist's name shown on the right for proper crediting.

-----------• Sitting Nicely for the Audience - By Foxtrot55
-----------• Tuxedo 'Just let me take a selfie!' - By Foxtrot55 w/Catlike Icon Maker
-----------• Leroy 'Camera? Noooo!' - By Foxtrot55 w/Catlike Icon Maker

-----------If you would like to draw ether/both of these pups please contact me. I would greatly appreciate it as all their previous artwork
-----------was unable to be restored after it was deleted therefore the pieces displayed in my form are their only pieces of artwork.

thisain'tasceneit'sanarmsrace

[Rabbitheart]

Username: Rabbitheart
Kennel Number: 84
Use: I plan to use him in stories, roleplay him, do art of him, get art of him, and...geeze...uh...what else can I do with him? 0_0
Name: Bentley Pascal Arkwright
Gender: Male
Species and/or specific breed: Anthro Lynx
Career: Bentley works as a bartender at a Steampunk club during most of the day, but when he's off of work, he's an inventor.
Personality:
Resourceful
Bentley is very creative, he enjoys trying new combinations of drinks when bar-tending, he is also very resourceful and creative when it comes to him building/inventing things. When in a bind, he is also capable of making snap decisions.

Amiable
Bently is easy to get along with and to talk to, a good quality for a bartender to have. There's not a day when someone at the bar pours their problems out to him like he pours drinks to his customers.

Trustworthy
Bently is extremely trustworthy, he has to be. Technically, it's part of his job description. Every good, self-respecting bartender who wants to keep his customers coming wouldn't not be trustworthy about the information that he was told in confidence by his customers. The only time he ever talks about what his customers discuss with him is when he is cooperating with the police or other officers of the law.

History/Background:

It was the usual day at the bar where I work, surrounded by others who are just as into Steampunk as I am. So far there haven't any bar brawls or anything, which was always nice for a change. I hate having to break those up, more often than not, I'm the one who ends up getting hurt in the process.
The ringing of a bell alerted me to the fact that someone had just come into the bar, I look up and see my good friend Cecil, a veterinarian and also a fellow inventor.

Likes/dislikes/art, etc. (optional):
iwrotethegospelongivingup

Username: Rabbitheart
Kennel Number: 67
Use: He will also be used in story, art, etc.
Name: Cecil
Gender: Male
Species and/or specific breed: Anthro cat
Personality: WIP
History/Background: WIP
Likes/dislikes/art, etc. (optional): WIP
iwrotethegospelongivingup

[Irios Atelis]

Why are not more people going for this little cutie! I'm finding it so hard to resist!

Username: Nix Jazz Tempesedo
Kennel Number: 152
Lineart Link/Credits: By me
New picture:

youngvolcanoes

[Jaskiest]

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Username;;
Hello there! I'm ~Stormfly, previously known as SailorOfTheSodaSeas and Cityx. I've adopted four characters from here so far - Ray, Katrina, Bliss and Blu - as well as four from the New Homes Project - Hans, Piana, Renegade and Jysta. I hope to make this gorgeous character my ninth character from the Symphony Community, as she is gorgeous!
Kennel Number;;
The character who I am trying out for currently resides in Kennel 98.
Use;;
wipp


Name;;
I've decided to name this girl Maegahn. I have a good friend with a similar name, and her personality is based a little off her.
Gender;;
Maegahn will be remaining female.
Age;;
Maegahn is seventeen years of age.
Species;;
Maegahn was originally a canine, but I have decided to change her to an anthro Red Wolf x Fox.

Orientation;;
Maegahn has believed herself to be many orientations throughout her life, but right now she refers to herself as a Biromantic Demisexual.
Personality;;
If you were to describe Maeghan's character in 12 words, you might get a list like this:
Headstrong - Reckless - Empathetic - Independent - Sociable - Brave - Loyal - Kind hearted - Pedantic - Stubborn - Manipulative
But no one is quite as easy to read as all that, so her personality in twelve paragraphs might be a better idea.

History;;
Maegahn was born on May 23rd 1997, to surprised parents Argdun and Imogen. Argdun was just a normal red fox, but his mate was something special - although she'd told no one, she was a shape-shifter, her three forms being human, red wolf and red fox.
Relatives and relationships;;
Orla;; wipp
Likes/Dislikes;;
wipp

[Flowergirl1234567890]

Kennel 8 wrote:

Username: foreign.potato
Name: Poptart - preferred not to change
Gender: Female - no change
Breed/Species: Grufschnoper by Candiis - no change
Preferences and Requirements for adoption: She used to be my little baby so who ever adopts her or tries out for her, please make sure that you take care of her. :'0 Be active or loving, don't let her fall to gather dust like I have recently.
Today's Date: 7/8/14
Lineart Link, design credits, etc.: The art credit in order -- foreign.potato, Candiis, Futuristic Roadkill, apple, Minuti, Briish on dA, chubbymanatee on dA, foreign.potato, foreign.potato, foreign.potato. The design and species is by Candiis//Briish on dA.

How an I adopt her

[Irios Atelis]

How an I adopt her

The front page provides a form for you to fill out in order to adopt her. You would be competing with the others who are also attempting to adopt this character (type the kennel number in the search box to take a look at who you're up against.). You have to try and write up the most detailed and thorough form in order to impress the judges enough to win (though I'm not allowed to say specifically what that is since I am not a judge.), but the form examples in the post above the one I linked you to should provide a good overview of what you need to do.

[zelos]

Why are not more people going for this little cutie! I'm finding it so hard to resist!

Username: Nix Jazz Tempesedo
Kennel Number: 152
Lineart Link/Credits: By me
New picture:

youngvolcanoes

oh man, when that revamp gets put up, i think i might have to go for her ;u;

[claypigeon]

Username: the hide behind
Kennel Number: 8
Name: Poptart
Gender: female
Species and/or specific breed: Grufschnoper
Personality:
History/Background:
Likes/dislikes/art, etc. (optional): Wip, I will draw art asap

Why hasn't anyone wanted poptart?
She is adorable!