Pixel Squirrels • V.4 • NEW THREAD!

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24lovefancy


MetallicRain


3


My parents left me in this terrible place,
Why they would do something like that, I do not know
Now I am stuck here,
Never to see light,
Never to go outside,
Never to have a chance to be young again,
I can only sit here and wait,
For someone to come and get me out,
I can’t wait to be out of this place,
And to play like a kit,
Have the sun warm my fur,
And all the great things that lie beyond this gloomy place,
Those animals that are free,
They don’t know how lucky they truly are,
Not having to sit in a metal cage,
Not having to wait day after day,
Never being fed the scraps of a meal,
Never having to long for freedom that may never come.

MetallicRain has suffered so many losses at such a young age, it's no wonder that he paints his emotions onto paper:

He feels enraged that he has to suffer, while others live a life of greatness, but all that anger and rage is covered by tears, by self-pity and why he is forced to suffer so much. It might only look like a giant blob to you, but it has a whole different meaning for him. The painting represents his emotions, with different colors with different meanings.


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Pound PS'es!
Username ;; 24lovefancy
PS's Name ;; Delight
Kennel Number ;; 5
Extra (story, personality, etc.);;

(From Delight's Point of View)

I've always seen the pound with different eyes, from a perspective that many do not understand. Almost everybody sees the pound as a terrible place, with badly treated animals and a rotten smell. But I see something more, something more than many can understand. I see it as a wonderland, a home to me. Right now you're probably like, "What is she talking about? Has she gone crazy?". I have reasons for saying that, and no, I have not gone crazy. I am a strong squirrel, tough on the outside and even tougher on the inside, but sometimes even tough squirrels just want to curl up and shed the tears that they have kept in them for so long. My father died before I entered this world, and my mother disappeared shortly after giving birth to me, my sister and my 2 brothers. One of my brothers died of the cold the next winter, and I don't know where my other two siblings are currently. We just split up and went our own ways after a while, and before I was brought to this pound, I had to survive, stay away from predators and find my own food. Times were hard, and I thought I would die before midnight multiple times. There wasn't much food in the winter, and everyday was freezing cold, with nowhere warm to stay. I arrived at the city by accident, but a woman found me and brought me to the pound, this pound. Now I think of it as home, and I'm not sure if I want to be adopted or not. I have been in this pound for so long, and this was that one place that offered me food and shelter. If I am adopted, I would want to keep my stuffed toy with me, the purple one. My mother gave it to me, and it offered comfort, and reminded me that I was once loved. I wonder if I'll ever be loved again.

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SwiftTail


7


All Swift wants to do is to leave this place, here is one of his newest plans:

PS: he plans on becoming an escape artist someday!


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Pound PS'es!
Username ;; 24lovefancy
PS's Name ;; GrassHeart
Kennel Number ;; 8
Extra (story, personality, etc.);;

GrassHeart loves gardening and she has quite the green thumb! She is very polite, and nice to everyone, even those who don't deserve it. However, if you insult her, she will break down and be sad for the rest of the day, even if it was a joke.

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PastelSpot


10



(From PastelSpot's Point of View)

I never should have gone into the city. I never should have tried to prove something that didn’t need proving. I should have stayed home. But what happened has already happened. Nothing can change it now. Now I am stuck in this strange place with the cages. I am the only chicken here. I never felt so alone in my life. There’s nothing to do here, except think.
It was just this morning, when me and my friends had been talking, and somehow we started talking about the city. One of my friends said that I was afraid of the city. I told him that I wasn’t and I was going to prove it. Something inside of me told me that I was making a terrible mistake, but I ignored it. I told my friends that I was going to the city to show that I wasn’t afraid. They had tried to stop me, to convince me to stay, but I didn’t listen. I don’t know why, it was as if someone else was controlling me, but I went anyways.

I walked to the city, which was this huge place with people everywhere. There were so many colors, so many scents that it was overwhelming. At that moment, I wanted to turn back, to flee the city and go home, but my feet kept on walking, taking me further and further into the city. Then I saw him. It was a guy in his mid-thirties, with a net. He was driving a truck that said: The PS Pound. I didn’t know what that meant, I should have ran the moment I saw him. But I stayed, drawn to the truck and the man by curiosity. Who was he? Who did he work for? Why did he have a net? Sadly, I was going to find out the answer to my questions very soon.

He saw me and started walking toward me. Then the world went black. I woke up in this very cage that I am in right now, wishing for freedom, to go outside, to go home. I feel like a stranger in this place. Everyone is a squirrel except for me. My neighbors, a purple and turquoise pirate and a squirrel dressed up as a bear told me that people will compete to get squirrels (or chickens) from this place. I hope someone wants me. I hope that I’m not the only one who doesn’t get a home. I hope that my new owner is nice to me. I hope that all this happens soon.

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Pound PS'es!
Username ;; 24lovefancy
PS's Name ;; Strawberry
Kennel Number ;; 13
Extra (story, personality, etc.);;

(From Strawberry's Point of View)

Every other squirrel, they have someone who wants them. No one wants me. I think I'm going to have to stay in this pound for another week or two. I can't stand this place. I hope someone is willing to take me. I can't wait to get out of here! Someone will get me eventually...I think. When I get out of here, the first thing I'm going to do is wish I never see this horrid place again! I think this is the second time I've been here, I'm not too sure, but I think so.

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I think I entered for too many...

[Sirenia]

Pound PS'es!
Username ;;
PS's Name ;;
Kennel Number ;; 7
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Username;; Confetti.
Squirrel's Name;; Rawr
Kennel #;; 7
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Shy, scared,
lonesome, friendly,
nice, cautious

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Rawr was born in a small town call Turoville, he had two sisters, one brother, and a mom. As most families go he was best friends with his brother, named Fern. His two sisters, named Autumn and Summer, played and he rarely talked to them, only when their mom called them all together as a family. His mother was a grey tabby with short hair, and his father was a brown tabby with long hair. But there was something different about Rawr, despite his odd name, his tail was more than twice as long as his brother's tail and both of his sisters tails! When he was a newborn it looked normal, but as he aged it got longer, and longer. He begun to trip over his tail continuously, soon his mother noticed. "Rawr, let me show you a special place." she said to him. Rawr was confused as this but nonetheless, he followed his mother. The next thing he knew he was stranded alone, deserted, in this small, but huge compared to him, town. Where his mother left him was near a dumpster, where many stray cats in cities and towns wind up. Rawr mewed for a while then it started to pour, but poor Rawr had no where to go, or stay. He rummaged around for a bit to find nothing but a half-eaten fish and a box. Thankfully, he made it through the night. The next morning he was still hungry and thirsty and mewed, rummaged, and looked about for a bit. A miracle then happened, a little elderly lady was walking to her store, a pet shop -a pet shop- what luck! She saw Rawr and tears began to fill her eyes at the starved, thirsty kitten. She picked him up, not noticing his tail, and carried her with him. There, at the pet store, he met wonderful friends, of course the owner, the one who found him, we shall call her "Becky", adopted him and let him live in the pet store. One day, Rawr was about seven months old around this time, Becky didn't show up, later he learned she couldn't run the pet store anymore, the goverment didn't allow it. Rawr was depressed and didn't want to be homeless again, so the goverment took him to another pet store, basically a pound, where he is waiting to be adopted today.

Pound PS'es!
Username ;;
PS's Name ;;
Kennel Number ;; 11
Extra (story, personality, etc.);;wip

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[⟡Gotcha⟡]

no i cant believe it...UGHHH! IM SO MAD AT MYSELF! (I love FNAF VERY much if I miss it I get mad REALLY bad. and there was a marionette in there which triples that.) (Ignore this and take as a mark I don't want anyone to feel bad about this i'll probably just ask for a custom for this if you do read it..)

[the force awakens.]

Pound PS'es!
Username ;;
Stars of Tomorrow.
PS's Name ;;
Lavender.
Kennel Number ;;
Number Five.
Extra (story, personality, etc.);;
One day, a very broad strong breeze moved through the world of Pixel Squirrels. No one knew why, but with it came trauma, regret, and other emotions such as hope and light. It was an effect that treated everyone differently, and in some cases, even new Pixel Squirrels had been discovered or born.
On this day, a young Pixel Squirrel was born -- her name was to be Lavender, as an effect of calmness had been placed on her, and she was a happy, calm little Pixel Squirrel child. However, her parents had different effects from the breeze, and they had experienced unfortunate regret. Unknowing of what to do with Lavender, they sent her to the Pixel Squirrels pound, where she stayed with many other squirrels and even the occasional UR Chicken, and she waited for her turn to be adopted. Her calmness got her through the worst of times, but even then, she could be a little sad, a little happy here and there. In summary, the effects of the breeze oddly stayed with her to this day, something that was a very rare effect.
In the pound, when Lavender was very young, a large number of item donations came to her residence. In that donation pile, a little plush dog-like item came to her eye, and she was absolutely obsessed with the color close to her own skin. She named the little plush Amanda, and she's absolutely obsessed with the little plush. Seriously, the obsession is real.

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Pound PS'es!
Username ;;
Stars of Tomorrow.
PS's Name ;;
Storm Eye
Kennel Number ;;
Kennel Number Fifteen.
Extra (story, personality, etc.);;
Storm Eye was always very dark, and very introverted from everyone else's perspective. It's quite opposite; his parents are actually quite dark in color and they didn't always tell him to speak and converse with other Pixel Squirrels. One day, however, he was taken to the pound, and he's never seen nor heard of his parents ever since. He doesn't know whether that's a good thing or not anymore.
Storm Eye is very extroverted and very bubbly in personality. He loves to mingle and is partially a very romantic Squirrel -- he'll do anything to find love, no matter what the outcome turns out to be. Most Pixel Squirrels believe it is meant to be a turn off, but Storm Eye doesn't believe it as that way. He thinks love is meant to be with someone he'll find one day.
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[duckymomo412]

Pound PS'es!
Username ;; duckymomo412
PS's Name ;; Dots
Kennel Number ;; 12
Extra (story, personality, etc.);;
She is soooooo cute and I love that it looks like an egg on her. She would also love joey.
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[▸Atlas.]

So, so sorry for posting this JM so late!
https://join.me/883-431-023
I'm making some PS'es and I'd love company <3

[Kenobi.]

Pound PS'es!
Username ;; Fuzzyrainbowkittys
PS's Name ;; Foxy
Kennel Number ;; 2
Extra (story, personality, etc.);; Foxy was born on April 4th 2015, she is very kind, funny, generous, and is hyper. She loves Valentines day more then Easter believe it or not. She was voted queen of love by some random person she met because she wore a shirt that said 'say I am queen of love'

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will finish. If I remember, Which I probably won't.

[Cayla]

marking

[GressgrinAST]

Pound PS'es!

Username ;; adventureswordtora

PS's Name ;; Jinx

Kennel Number ;; #15

Extra (story, personality, etc.);;

It was a dark, dark day in the Cursed Forest. Although the sun was high in the sky, not a single ray of light passed through the withered leaves, leaving the black-haired girl below in almost pitch black darkness. The girl's teeth started to chatter as a cold wind blew from behind her and pierced through her delicate build and threatened to leave her unconscious and exposed to the danger of the forest at any moment.

Suddenly, the girl heard a raspy cackle behind her, as if the person laughing was suffering from a bad sore throat. Spinning around on the balls of her feet, eyes narrowed, the girl took in the sight of a tall, green-skinned woman with a black cloak and pointy hat sitting atop masses of knotted raven-black hair. Her eyes were neon yellow and seemed to see into the girl's soul.

With a quiet mumble in a foreign language of some sort, a glowing green ball of some kind of energy shot at high speed towards the girl, giving her no time to get out of the way.

A loud cry pierced the dark night sky as waves of energy racked the girl's frail body and enveloped her in a harsh green glow. Falling to the ground, gasping for air in between whimpers of pain, the girl heard slow footsteps, causing her to look up.

What she saw wasn't exactly what she was expecting. The green-skinned witch had a shocked and somewhat fearful expression on her face and her hands were out as if to protect herself.

"What are you looking at?"
The girl stopped, her own expression mimicing the woman's. Her voice, once smooth and quiet, was now rough and scratchy; every word seemed to sound more like an animalistic growl than a sentence. Finally taking a look at herself, the girl let out a short gasp.

"I-I'm a..."

With a final whimper, the woman turned around and dashed away, her cloak streaming behind her.

"...Cat?"

PoundPSes

Pound PS'es!

Username ;; adventureswordtora

PS's Name ;; Tandéla

Kennel Number ;; 10

Extra (story, personality, etc.);;
I always felt like I didn't fit in with the crowd.
"Where'd the freak go?"

I didn't understand, and I still don't completely.
"Aaw, did the little chicken run off?"

It pains me to know how often this goes on.
Deep in the undergrowth, a certain avian shivered gently, their beak making chattering noises. In the distance, mocking cries of "Freak! Where is the freak?" were easily heard.

Each day was worse than the last.
"Hey, here it is!"

I don't think there was a single moment where I wasn't on the verge of tears.
"Get it! Get the freak!"

I'm glad it's over.

My name is Tandéla Lalika. I was, upon hatching, assigned the word 'Gendervoid'. This means that I do not fit the definitions of any gender, binary or otherwise. It is a natural thing, just like left-handedness or shortsightedness. But it draws a lot more attention than those. Negative attention.

I'm a normal chicken with a normal life now, not allowing those memories to take their toll on me. I'm strong. I'm proud. I'm a survivor.



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[➻ʙʀᴏᴏᴋᴇ]

Pound PS'es!
Username ;; Mr.Shroomy
PS's Name ;; Lewis(After my real cat)
Kennel Number ;; 6
Extra (story, personality, etc.);;

Lewis was his mother's youngest and the shortest(runt)of the litter,he was a stray and grew up with his family on the farm,he grew bigger and bigger and all he had to eat was mice and dried kibble.One day the people who lived at the farm signed a contract with weird men that wanted to take the land to make room for malls and buildings.They drove loud cars and bulldozers,a few hours later the barn where they lived was about to be bulldozed.
His mother's afraid eyes told Lewis what to do,run.He ran and ran hearing loud noises and creeking,his nose wrinkled as the scent of dust filled it.He never knew what happened his family,he just wished he could see his mother again.He promised he would get stronger and be the best cat there ever was.
He faced many challenges alone and had to eat out of dumpsters,one day he was wandering around the streets when strange men came out of a car with a stick with a ring at the end.They tried to put the ring on him but he hissed and backed away fur bristling.They eventually caught him with many scratches and he was put in a kennel.

Lewis is a well put together cat,calm and collected,but he is vicious when in a fight or protecting something he loves dearly.He is loyal,loves kittens,and his favorite food is milk.
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