The SCAA - Officially Closed!

[H o w l i n g]

I agree with Soul ^^;

[eclaire-]

To what, history? Or personality?

[t i r e d.]

@Eclaire- Lol, like anyone else is posting xD I'd add more to both. The competition can get pretty fierce around here, and people often post 5+ paragraphs per form. You may be interested in checking out the Success stories thread that can be found on the first post. That should help you get an idea of what to do :3

[H o w l i n g]

lol Bliss ninjad me. More to Use would help, too.

[Solanum]

Yeah... I'm thinking of going for that one now that I'm finished with my PoH form. Can't wait for that to be judged -shaking with fear- So yeah. I have time to do another form before the code drop.

[eclaire-]

All spiffed up^^

[Solanum]

Username:
Tesshin-San

Kennel Number:
112

Name [of pet]:
Bree
{As in the horse in Chronicles of Narnia or the town in LoTR, nothing else xD }

Gender [of pet]:
Stallion / Male

Breed/Species [of pet]:
Frederiksborg

Colouration:
Buckskin

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Personality [of pet]:
Once the history is done, then I can pick out the points and write this properly.

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Background/History [of pet]:
I'm not sure how bad this is going to be, but it involves beating of innocents, murder and other such violent themes. You have been warned.

Struck down again and again, the screaming rang in the man's ears, a crooked smile spreading across his lips. Taking a metal rod, the man took his anger out on the frightened equine, savouring every cry of pain that echoed from it's throat. The horse kicked out with it's front legs, in fear and confusion, catching the man across the face. He merely laughed, spitting out some blood and moving to the horse once again. His eyes expressed the deep hatred he now felt towards the wretched creature. Before he had no purpose in harming it, but it had drawn blood. Now the punishment really started.
The torture continued throughout the night, the poor creature not given a moments rest, nor anything to keep it more than awake. The man had wanted it to suffer, and it was suffering. The last sight it saw before it was finally allowed to die, was the rising of the sun on the horizon, highlighting the emotion that the horse was feeling just before it passed. Terror, never ending suffering... Lost hope.

This is the world that the young colt had to grow up in. Predators fought amongst themselves for what little prey they could get, prey animals were scarce or too difficult to catch. The horses had evolved to be stronger, swifter, less trusting, although you always got the odd horse that would wander onto some human's patch of land and would be stolen away. Never to be seen again. It's survival of the fittest... Only the strong survive in this type of 'dog eat dog' world.
Bree was strong enough alright, but no where near as selfish as the majority of the world. He would always help someone in need, no matter who they were. Unless of course they deserved the punishment they received. There were some rather nasty types around. You would think that in this environment, herd animals would stay together, help one another, but you're wrong. There is no room for kindness... Only survival.

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Bree had been fighting for his life ever since it started. His mother knew she couldn't keep him hidden long enough, but she managed to teach him the essentials to life in the world that they lived in while they had time together. Then he was on his own.

There are nights we sleep, while others they weep,
With regret, repent, be strong

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Heart racing at the speed of light, thumping in his chest, the young colt's legs a blur as he raced across the barren plains. The dust kicked up by his hooves got in his eyes, making them water, but the snapping of jaws behind him made him ignore any pain he may have felt. Saliva flicked onto his haunch as the 'rabid' dogs tried to catch up to him, their skin barely covering their ribcages. Desperation drove them on, the sight of the prey fleeing before their eyes just enraging them further. So close yet they could not reach him, although as the chase went on, the starving predators gained on the exhausted foal. The one now ahead of him spun round, making him halt in place. The young colt crouched in place, closing his eyes. Fang met with flesh, a screaming echoing out across the dry earth beneath their feet. Yet it was not the foal that cried, but the dogs. Once the prey was cornered, the larger went for the smaller, wanting the whole meal to itself. Little did he know that his selfish nature would only lose him his dinner...
The foal ran off, leaving only dust to keep the remaining dog company. Why should he wait around to feed some other animal? He would have to find another meal. Whether the dog lived or died was not his concern...

When you feel so tired but you can't sleep,
Stuck in reverse

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Completely alone, no one to watch over him, the young foal grew up by the old rules. No one else cared that he had to keep moving night and day to avoid death, no one cared that he had to face the cold winter nights without even the most basic protection in most cases. Off the radar, he was a ghost, non-existant. Or so he thought.
The buckskin colt had been watched for most of his life, although he had never realised it. There had always been that nervous feeling about him, but that was natural for where he lived, so he never really thought very much of it. Too bad, it could have saved him a lot of trouble in the future...

Like a ghost,
Take a look before I melt away

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FOR ME ONLY -
Sociopath. Ex loved her horse more than him, so takes his suppressed anger out on horses. Not sure how Bree fits in yet XD

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Use [for pet]:
He will be a loved character, and will probably be rped and written about. As a pass time, I've been thinking about just doing some writing, or maybe fan-writing, and I'd love to include him in some of my work. At the moment I struggle to draw decent horses, and I'm really looking forward to trying to learn how to draw all my existing horse characters as their different breeds.

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Other:
Major WIP but I have time to work on it :3

Keep this here. :'D

[eclaire-]

Okay so Im not sure exactly how this works. Even if you post an adopt form, you don't necessarily get the pet? In my case Kennel 112?

[Solanum]

Yeah. In character adoption agencys, or most of them, it is the best form that wins. That is why everyone has said to buff up your form a little ^^ I'm sorry that your competition had to be me, as I can get very competitive, but even though I am the opponent, as you're new to this, feel free to ask me for help. I won't consciously steal any of your ideas, and I'll help you improve your form as best I can without reducing my chances :3

[Midnight Star.]

Username: GoldenCandy (But this is Golden)
Kennel Number: #67
Name [of pet]: Angel
Gender [of pet]: Female
Breed/Species [of pet]: Cat
Personality [of pet]: Angel is a happy-go-lucky cat. She is very playful; always playing instead of working. One of her best friends is Mr Oinkington, who she talks to when she gets lonely. Even when she's down, Angel tries to look on the bright side of things.
Likes
Her best friend (or one of them) is Mr Oinkington. She likes her special cat food "Meow-Pawz" . It is her favourite.
Dislikes
Angel get very annoyed when other people correct her (even if it's for a good cause). She also dislikes cheese and sweetcorn, for some strange reason.
Background/History [of pet]: “..Meow?”
The soft breeze rattled Angel; she had no idea where she was or what she was doing there. She wanted to be back in her own soft, fluffy basket-not in a cold, box on a miserable lorry. Angel poked her head onto the plastic sheet that concealed her in the box. A bleak sky to match a bleak cat. Turning around, Angel grabbed Mr. Oinkington and pressed him to her face. With Mr. Oinkington, everything was okay. But, really? A cosier and warmer accommodation would have been nice. Being separated from her mother and her siblings and her owner was heart-breaking enough. Anna (her beloved owner), who understand what Angel wanted even if others couldn’t. She was always there for Angel; Angel had no idea why Anna hadn’t saved her from the grabbing hands. Bella (her mother), caring and kind, also always was there for her. Maybe she hadn’t known? Ruff and Tuff (the twins) were the kittens of the family. They were both very playful, but Ruff was the quieter of the two. Waking up from her daydream, Angel rubbed her head. There still was no noise, except from the quiet tunes emerging from the radio. Angel sniffed and smelt a sweet smell. How did they know? A huge tin of Angel’s favourite cat food was sitting right behind her. Fortunately, the box was big enough (and had air holes; rather large ones) for Angel to comfortably turn around in. She sat down the other way and started to eat.
If I can’t escape, then I may as well do something with my time.
As soon as she got full, Angel blocked out all of the sounds and tried to pretend that she was back with Anna and her family… Eventually, Angel fell into a deep sleep…

Angel woke up with a start. She had had a horrible dream; she had been carted off to a dump, without her family or owner. All the horrible rubbish was smothered all over her, until she was gone. Horrible dream. Angel shook it out of her head before anything else happened. Angel’s curious claw pushed the plastic covering; trying to escape. It didn’t work; the plastic was very strong.
Angel remembered a time when her mother was speaking to her.
“When you think you’re alone, you are never actually alone. You always have someone.”
Angel felt emotional when she thought of her family. Here she was, on a truck with no one to care for her. Even though Angel tried not to be a big baby, she couldn’t help but being scared now. Who wouldn’t be scared in an unknown place with unknown animals and people? You would, wouldn’t you? Angel was sure something bad would happen. She expected the worst even if she didn’t want to. Angel took a huge breath. Mr Oinkington floated above her, prodding her ears. Angel couldn’t be sad when Mr Oinkington tried to cheer her up. What was the point in being sad, when someone tried to cheer you up? Half-heartedly, Angel pawed the roll of wool that had also been left behind. The truck jumped, like it had gone over a speed bump or something similar. Angel shrugged and curled up, wishing to go home.

The box (that Angel had been confined in) had been slashed open. Angel felt dizzy but free. She gasped. She was free. No box, no nothing! She just had to find a way back home. The box with food, shelter and warmth would probably be useful, too. The sky was dark, and Angel pulled the box over to a field that appeared to have juicy grass filling it. Not that cats ate grass. She dragged out the soft blanket and lay it on the grass. Angel fell asleep, and hoped it would be a good one.
When Angel woke up, it was bright. Her eyes took a while to adjust to the light. As they adjusted. Angel brought out some of the cat food and started to eat, like she hadn’t eaten in months. She would have eaten a horse, if she was offered. There was a small pool by a red shed in the field. Angel ran over to it for a drink. Oh, that drink! The water was cold and refreshing. She also gave herself a good wash, before putting all her belongings in the box. A brilliant idea came to mind. Angel found a hole in the box, and found some string lying around. She tied the string through the box and onto her tail; tight so it wouldn’t fall off, but not too tight that it hurt her. This place was unfamiliar; Angel didn’t know if she was going the right way or not. But at least she tried. Trying is better than doing nothing at all. Angel padded to a corner shop. People stopped to pat her. One person bent down and checked her tag. They muttered something and picked Angel up. While speaking soothing words to her, the mysterious lady carried Angel to a car. Angel listened to the soothed words and assured herself that nothing bad happened and that she was going home.
After a fifteen minute drive, they got out and the lady opened a door. A man was inside the house and started speaking to the lady. Angel quietly ate the food she was given. The lady put Angel in a soft but unfamiliar basket and Angel fell asleep straight away.

When Angel woke up, she was in the same car with the same lady. Angel wished that she was going home, even though the lady was very kind. With the close of an eyelid, Angel was asleep again. The past few days had just been so… confusing and draining. Angel just had to rest for a bit more.

“Aw, darling, look at the cat! She’s asleep again. She must have had a hard time. But I know that she will be taken care of. I would keep her, but we just don’t have the time…”
“I know, honey. But I know they will look after her; we’ve known them for quite a while know. We can always check up on her. Don’t you worry.”
“Well, I know that it’s all good. Let’s hurry up.”

There were people looking at Angel, she could feel it. She opened her eyes and 4 pairs of eyes greeted her. 2 were the man and lady that took her here, and 1 one was a little girl with blonde pigtails. 1 was a cat, a calico. The girl started whispering excitedly to the lady and the man. The cat just looked at Angel and Angel stared back. The lady picked up Angel and took her to another room. A taller lady with a uniform inspected her. Nothing was wrong with Angel, except that she was a bit cold. ANOTHER lady scooped up Angel with loving hands and put her in a playpen with all the other cats. Angel started showing off, one of the things she did best. All the other cats started laughing and they all played together. Angel didn’t meet up with her family again (or her owner) but she was loved and cared for by another family, when she was adopted from the agency.

“I knew she would love it at the Symphony Adoption Agency. What did I tell you, darling?”
Use [for pet]: Because this will be my second character, I'm making a website for my characters. (Also my fursona, when I get round to making her.) I also want to get/make lots of art for her. I love cats (even though I'm not allowed one myself ¬_¬) and cats perfectly represent me. I'm independent and I sleep a lot xD. I would be overjoyed to get this cat. She is perfect in every way possible. I would be over the moon to get her.
Other:
Keep this here. :'D