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[neonfrozen]

I would like to adopt!
Number:
Five
Picture:

Name:
McKalia (Mik-K-Lah)
Species:
Tabby Kitten
Personality:
Shy, Sensitive. She is most likely to hide if you try to touch or hold her.
Likes:
People and Animals that she knows. Small Asscerories, Jesus Christ
Dislikes:
People that abuse her, Tons of asscerories, Satian
Background:
My owner was cooking, and I was walking around the kitchen. Trying to find something to do in this house was hard, But listening to my owner Sing was alot better! So, I sat down and bobbed my head side by side to the music, when I heard a BOOM! So, I ran up to my owner and she carefully picked me up and we took one thing precious to her and me, My ball from my mother, Her stuffed teddy from childhood and we tip-toed out the back door, And into the street. I was rapped up in a Fuzzy Blanket Asleep when my owner heard the boom again, She turned to our house and saw a man in black jumping out the window with a gun in his hands, So, My owner and I jumped into the ditch under our driveaway and we heard a car back out of our driveway at maybe 120 miles per hour and She stuck her head out and in a blink of a eye *My owner blinked her eye* He was gone. I mewed in her arms with a expression on my face like Whats going on? and she patted my head and the good thing was, She had her carkeys in her pocket, So we ran to the garage, Punched our secert number into the remote connected to the garage and the Garage door slowly opened, The garage was TRASHED. We quickly hopped into my owner's Ford F-150 and she set me on her lap and she said "We are going to Texas" I almost laughed at her, Considering that was the worst thing to do! But, we had coolers and Kit-Kat Kat food stored up in the back because tommrow we were going to have and event! But, instead of that we were going to Texas! Grr. I felt horrible for her to do that! Because, I looked at his license plate and do you know what it said? HUDSON, Texas. Poop! How could we do that! Well, If Marissa (My owner) Wants to do it, I want to do it too. She turned off the music and set me on her shoulder, And we were off to Texas..

As we arrived there, We ended up right behind the man who broke in, So we passed him and sped up to Seventy miles per hour and we went to "The W Hotel'' and got a reservation. We stayed there for a few nights before we found out that Marissa's Dad lives in a house right next to the W! So, once Marrisa and him talked for a while, He accepted that Marrisa and I live with him. Now, Here is my TRUE Home! I gasped as I sank into a big old dog bed right beside Marissa's Dad's Dog, Pete. We became best friends for life. Here was my Happy Ending for This day!

As I walked around the streets of Texas with Pete, I meowed at him and he looked up at me. I must of heard another boom so, Pete pulled me up on his back, He didnt care and just kept on walking. I said "Pete?"
"What McKalia?"
"I....I.... Im Scared."
"Well why Sweetheart?"
"Because of the ugly things that can happen up here. Floods, SO MANY Criminals! I mean, Dont you ever feel this way?"
I could soon tell the Pete was thinking about those words... I bet he kinda felt offended I mean, I could've hurt his feelings... I felt so bad I stumbled off his back and sat in front of his like the good little Kitten I should be and Pete laughed at me.
"Well the truth is McKalia, I do get scared at points. Me and Pops have gotten broke in many times but im always there to fight them off. It can get scary we when you have to fight it when Pops is huddled in the back of a corner in his bedroom, (Pete Laughs) But, I always can get them away."
I thought about the words Pete had just talked to me about. I would always remember them. I was proud of Pete for saying the Truth and not Bluffing. I trotted up to Pete leg and rubbed my Chin on it, Purring. Pete laughed and said
"McKalia, I will ALWAYS Be here to Protect You. untill I die and even up there (Pete take my tiny paw and points it to God's house.)."
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[Lirrie]

Prelude to my Form:

I know my form is probably far from the best in grammar and diction but im hoping the soul put into show through all that. ^. ^ If I do get him, I doubt Kam will mind Sanjana and Pleek being mates and I certainly wont split them up either cause they look cute together. He will be getting hi own pages on my Character site and I will be writing about him on my writing site. Im not good with pretty words so I usually just say what I mean. It would mean the world to me to get him and he will have a good caring forever home with me. Thanks for reading.

I would like to adopt!
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Number: Nine
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Name: Pleek (Its not changing)


Species: Smili


Smili Breed: Forest Smili

Habitat: Pleek is at home in the forest of his home, because of his markings it is known that he is a rainforest dwelling Smili and that is where he is most at home. He is well adapted to hunt in his home range and may prefer the drop down method to the trap method at times.

Personality:

Pleek is a generously happy go lucky kind of Smili despite his outward appearance and can often be seen smiling at some joke he has thought up. Even through this he is serious though and it shows in the way he carries himself and how he treats others. He generally is laid back and happy but that is not to be mistaken as a weakness though it may appear to be one.

Should someone actually manage to get him angry at them they better watch out as he can be a force to be reckoned with. When he is angry, he is unpredictable and may do anything. He will eventually calm down but not before the person who angered him are chased out of his territory.

He is very particular about his hunting spots and will return to the same ones each time he goes out. His favorite method of catching his prey is to jump down on its back attempting to break the fragile spine. His favorite prey is small deer and taiper that wander through his range.

He is a father and he can't contain his excitement and pride over that fact. He is cuddly with his family but strangers are treated just like that, strangers. He is tough on his children but only because he loves them so much. One of the first things he taught them was to hide when they sleep. He used to sneak up on them and pounce unexpectedly when they forgot. He still does sometimes if they forget their lessons.

Often he will wade through the water to cool down, because although his birth and natural habitat are warm he is built for a colder habitat. He also can be seen in the morning sunning when it's not too hot to do so.

In battle he rarely will show he is in pain unless that pain is sever and often if the Smili won't leave the territory he will kill it to make it go. Usually after these killings he will feel bad and wont speak for a few hours but soon he will be back to his normal self.

He is determined when he sets his mind to something and almost nothing will stop him. He one weakness is his determination because sometimes it proves to be his downfall. But it can also prove to be a strength as well and one he often uses when facing opponents. His motto is "Never give up even when you think you can't do it any more." He lives by that motto every day of his life and has taught his children to as well.

Strengths:

His strengths are his determination, will, stamina and never giving up even in the face of danger. His beliefs also prove to be a strength of their own. This helps him defend his territory every day.

Weaknesses

His determination, need for cubs to be safe and sometimes over confidence are weakness that could lead to his downfall. He realizes these weaknesses though and tries his best to turn them into strengths.



Likes:

Sunning: To sun on hot morning to warm his overall temperature is one of his great joys in life but it is overwhelmed by his joy of his cubs.

His Family: His cubs are the top most joy in his life, as is his mate; he loves them with all his heart and would give up his life if it meant protecting them.

Tracking: He can track a little and he loves do it, it is his next favorite thing to do with his time other then hunting.

Hunting: His favorite technique is the drop down method and he likes to use it on both enemy and prey alike. This is how he catches most of his food.


Dislikes:

Hurting His Family and Friends: He dislikes people hurting his family and friends and will retaliate if you hurt them and you will loose that fight because he won't give up until you're either driven out of his territory or dead.

Thunderstorms: He dislikes thunderstorms and will hide during them; this may be instinctual or maybe caused by something in his past.

Intruders: He detests intruders and will drive them out at all cost even if it means killing them, rarely does he have to kill them but the occasional one may come along that wont leave.


Background:


Family Life:

Sanjana: His mate and the female leader in his group she will defend his and her cubs with her life. Though she hasn't perfected Smili life yet because she lived in captivity most of her life, Pleek still loves her. In return for her love and devotion he provides her with safety and love.

Lantana: His wayward cub, when she began wandering he had known eventually she would choose the life of a loner. She has recently done so but they can't hold their lives back because of one.

Amaro: Pleek's beloved son, who unlike Lantana feels group life, is for him. He has never felt the urge to wander and would rather stay with his mother and father then leave.


History:

I was born to a group of Smilis and for the first year of my life lived with them learning how to hunt, track, make bone jewelry and fight. Then I met Sanjana and we decided to become mates after awhile. We had two beautiful children together and named them Lantana and Amaro. Years passed and all was good until the day Lantana left.


I wake in the heart of my mind
a dozen things
may dance through my head
my family's safety keeps me warm
When all the rest of the world is cold and dead.


I creep through the undergrowth; silently stalking a doe. She would provide food and comfort for my family if I could catch her. Her ears twitch as if she hears something but I know it isn't me. She continues along her way unaware of the danger. Finding a patch of grass she is content with she lowers her delicate neck to feed. I pant in anticipation. It is nearly time to pounce. My whiskers twitch as I scent the air around me.

The deer still unaware of my presence continues to feed not aware the in minute her life will cease to be. She would fulfil her purpose though and feed my family and the small group we lived in. I climbed silently up a tree and creped over the branch above her back. When she didn't stir, I let out a hunting cry and leaped onto her back, my full weight crushing her spine on impact. I felt a small bit of sympathy that she hadn't been able to fight me but it was better this way and she had not suffered. I began dragging the carcass back to the den. She would make a fine meal for my mate, cubs and me.

Our den was several miles away but I was able to drag it there because I weighed much more then she had. I was expecting a joy filled welcome from my mate and cubs so I was surprised when Sanjana greeted me with some very bad news.

"Oh Pleek, Lantana is gone!" she told me as I froze trying to register this information into my brain. Lantana had always been a wanderer so I knew there would be a day when she decided she didn't want to live in a group and would leave us. I never thought it would be this soon though.

"Are you sure she's not just roaming again?" I growled gruffly after dropping the deer. She looked at the deer before going to wake our remaining cub; leaving my question unanswered. I didn't need an answer though because I knew the truth. I hoped maybe she would come back but for now it was just me, Sanjana and Amaro. We ate that night in silence none of us speaking for fear of mentioning the missing Lantana.

We saved the bones from the deer to grind into jewelry later. Me and Sanjana preferred to sleep on the ground so we retired to sleep in the den. We knew Amaro would be sleeping in his favorite tree but there was the unasked question of where Lantana would be sleeping tonight. She had made her decision though and if she wanted to come back she would.



Weeks passed still no Lantana and in our heart we knew she had chosen to live as a loner. We got on with our normal lives and put losing her to the back of our minds. We needed to be strong to protect our home. There was Smili that would, if they so chose, challenge me for my territory but because of my now small family I would protect it viciously if it came to that.

One day, two weeks after Lantana had left us, I smelled the scent of a loner male prowling around my territory. I couldn't track him by scent as our noses weren't built for that but I could track him if he left any footprints. I scanned the area angrily as I thought, 'He shouldn't have gotten this far; I shouldn't have to track him at all.' When I finally caught up to him, he was eating his own fresh kill, I snarled in warning at him but he didn't budge from over his kill.

I angrily stalked toward him as he hissed in warning, prepared to defend his kill. "What are you doing in my territory," I hissed angrily displaying my impressive fangs. He snarl back angrily that it was none of my business and when he did I jumped at him.

Seeing me spring at him, he hurling himself and we met in a clash of claws and teeth. The air was heavy with frustration as we both jumped back bearing wounds from that first strike. He roared angrily at me before trot charging toward me in an attack so forward that it surprised me into stepping back, when I did he slapped me be spinning and hit me with his tails and for a moment my world was engulfed in a world of pain. Light swirled in front of my eyes while my ears were ringing.

I shook my head a little trying to stop the ringing and lights then grabbed his tail blindly. To my great joy he roared in pain as our tails are one of our most sensitive appendages and being bit there by another Smili is very painful. When I let go he shot backward while I came forwards, "If you wanna leave alive leave now," I growled.

His eyes widened a great deal at my conviction I would kill him if he didn't leave. He limped of into the bushes leaving me to lick my wounds. When I got back Sanjana simply looked at me and came over and licked the back wound I had received. She wasn't one for showing much emotion because of her history but I knew this was her way of saying she had been worried.


A week after I had fought the loner, I scented another female loner who scent was familiar. I felt a rush of joy sweep through me. Lantana was still in my territory and apparently she had never left it, I could see her footprints in the dirt and set off tracking her. I was overjoyed she had stayed but also confused because she had chosen the life of a loner yet still lived near us.

I soon spotted her unusually colored coat through the brush and sighed in frustration when I realized that she had forgotten one of the most important lessons I had taught her. I remember teaching her that sleeping out in the open was dangerous and any Smili worth their weight in gold knew that another Smili could kill you if they caught you asleep in the open.

I walked over to his snickering as I went because what I was about to do was so childish it was almost not even funny, I leaped at her landing on top of her. She jolted awake with a snarl and jumped up to face me hissing and spiting as she did. I jumped back in surprise but maintained my composure, "Lantana it's me," he said before she leaped at him.

"Dad?" she asked eyes widening in surprise when she realized it was me then narrowing. "If you've come to take me home your wasting your time I'm not going." She said stubbornly turning to walk away.

"No Im just seeing why your still in our territory." I said and she looked at me in surprise the resumed walking, "I was just homesick." She said with one last lingering longing look over her shoulder. I didn't try to stop her because I knew she was to full of pride to come back because of a little home sickness.

After that day I didn't see or smell Lantana again and figure she must have left the territory except for the few whiffs I would catch of her for a few years after.

Sanjana's Premission

Amaro's Permission 1 & 2

And Kess gave us all permission to use lantana at the fan club.

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Im not much for colering digital but this time I really tried and it paid of with this pic.


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[nowi]

I would like to adopt!
Number:
11

Picture:

Name:
Sayuri

Species:
Giant Flying Squirrel

Personality:
Sayuri is a rather enthusiastic squirrel, but her most favorite thing to do is to sleep. She is very, very, lazy, it's true, but she is quite friendly, and despite being a couch potato, she is pretty skinny. She makes friends very easily, and everyone she's met loves her. She eats quite a bit, too, but she always has time to play a game. But only if it doesn't contain TOO much exercise.

Likes:
Sayuri likes:
~pie
~friends
~the TV
~peanuts
~games
~family
~after-school activities

Dislikes:
Sayuri dislikes:
~excercise
~power outages
~death
~poison
~reruns

Background:
The lush green leaves of the East Forest swirled around me. I took off into the air, sneaking one last look behind me as I left my birthplace forever.

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[Erille]

I would like to adopt!
Number: Four (4)
Picture:
Name: Ackri Lunn (Ack-re lun)
Species: Fox
Personality: The shyest of the shy. Ackri Lunn hardly ever speaks to others, and when she does, it's like she's a mouse. But just because she's shy doesn't mean she's harmless. Ackri Lunn was raised to be fierce and shows it to intruders. She loves electricity and lives near the tallest trees so during storms she can get a good view of it's power. She likes to think that the electricity will keep her enemies away.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Background:

I love isolation. It's beautiful and silent. and ther's no one to blame for your mistakes. See, when you have friends, and people to hang out with, if something happens, you have someone to blame and a fight often turns out. Well when your isolated, there is no one to blame so you take it as it is.
If you did something, everyone know's it was your fault. But, in the mean time, other people, if you're in a group, can blame you even if you didn't do it.
Isolation is golden. Silence is silver, and blame is bronze. I hate blame. That's why I'm isolated. There's reason for my isolation. I just feel it unimportant. I might tell you later.
Sometimes isolation is good. Sometimes bad. But I can only find one bad reason for isolation. Take a tree for example.
When I tree it by it's self, it is usually the biggest and strongest tree. But that makes it vulnerable. For example, the tallest tree is always hit by lightning first. The thickest tree is always used for firewood and boats. And the largest tree can be used for anythinng. The biggest trees just don't get there over night. They usually grow first. They are usually isolated because their leaves are so wide, they block out sunlight for the other trees. Their roots block other trees from getting nutrition. So usually, the biggest trees are destroyed.
That's why I have learned to be isolated, and secretive, and to make myself smaller. I'm a fox, so that isn't that hard. Many people think me wise, I think me smart. The reason's why are clear.
~.One Year Ago.~
The sun was shining. Birds were singing. Cloud sweren't in sight. A perfect start to a horrible day. I had just woken up to be blasted head on by a ray of sunshine that nearly blinded me. It was early in the morning, but as I was saying, i couldn't see a cloud in sight. I got up and stretched. The tattoos on my left side flashed in the sun but somehow, made me feel colder all the same. I paid no attention to them, and instead, went looking to see if Mom was bringing back food from her morning hunts. She wasn't. I wasn't discouraged though. She was often late.
She blamed it on a tree hitting her in the head. I blamed her for being lazy. I decided to play a game while I waited. Birds were leaving their nests so I made a big show of climbing the tree as high as I could and trying to jump on them as they passed. All I got was a mouthful of dirt when I fell.
Mom still wasn't back. I frowned. I had spent a few good minutes playing that game. I looked where the sun was in the sky. Noon. She was always back by now. That's when a knot fell in my stomach. Was it hunting season already? The leaves were falling.
I had to find her. I ran blindly through the trees, making sure I didn't hit my head on a low branch. I couldn't smell a thing. There was no trace that she had walked this path. Suddenly I had to come to a halt. What was that smell? It was a weird combination of wolf and human.
That was impossible. Wolves weren't anywhere near here.
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[tinydoodles]

I would like to adopt!
Number::
#5
Picture::

Name::
Sparrow
Species::
Red and white tabby cat
Personality::
Nervous; Sweet; Optimistic; Loving
Likes::
Sleeping with his mother; Chasing and playing with small mice; Learning from his mother;
Dislikes::
Being terrorized by his father; Fighting; "Learning" from his father;
Background::
"Father no!"
He always believed in my fear. But he never believed in me. He insisted that he pierce my ear one morning when Mother was hunting. I screamed and begged to him, but he ignored me. It was the most pain I'd ever felt. I could hardly take it. Then my mother walked into our den, a squirrel dangling from her jaws. When she caught sight of my ear, bleeding and swollen, and my father, holding a bloodied stick in his jaws. She rushed to my side, dropping the squirrel with a faint thud. She licked and cuddled me, then turned on my father.
"What have you done?!" She yowled in a darkly significant voice.
"It's time he lost that fear and adopted some courage!" My father was terrifying.
"He's only a kit!"
"All the better reason to learn these things now!"
"How could I have ever loved you..." Her voice was hardly more than a whisper, but it was cold and harsh. She clamped me firmly in her jaws and ran from the den. Through the woods. Away.

***

I had fallen deeply asleep by the time Mother had traveled out of the woods, through a small town of winding streets and barking dogs, into another stretch of woods that was far more lush than our old home, and the rustle of prey was everywhere. She placed me on the ground as I was just beginning to wake up. She gathered up moss and lichen and formed us a nest while I watched. She pulled me gently into it and settled down beside me. I settled down against against her tortoiseshell pelt and was beginning to fall asleep when I felt something soft and wet rasp my bleeding ear.
"I can't take the earring out..." She said in dismay, "your father melted the edges together..." Her voice was dark and cold. I was exhausted, and my ear hurt very badly, but I managed to tell Mother one thing I was certain of-
"I love you Mother"
Her sweet and loving smile swam in the forefront of my mind as I drifted into sleep.

***

One month passed since them. The shock of my earring had worn off, though I still caught Mother looking at it sadly. We had also met another cat. His name was Oak, and he was black and white with a deep voice and a quick laugh. He was very kind to me and treated me like his own son. I could also see that he cared very much for Mother. The three of us would go down to the river together every day and he would teach me to fish.
Not long after we met him, Oak made a nest for himself beside Mother's, and it was very easy to think of him as a father.
Little did I know how much I would need him.

***

It was winter. I was older, almost seven moons. My mother awoke early and went down to the stream to drink, but something was different. Her belly had been swollen lately, and she seemed to have a greater purpose than just getting a drink from the stream.
She was gone for hours. Oak told me that she was busy and she would be back later. She wasn't. We left the nest into the freezing cold forest to find her. Heading down to the stream, we saw a huddled mass on the ground, covered with frost. I bounded forward, and found an impossible sight. My mother lay, dead, on the bank, with two kits, also dead, against her belly. Tears froze on my nose as Oak bounded up to me.
"I hear mewling," he nosed in the ice around my mother and found a tiny black kit, miraculously warm and breathing. He ran back to the den and I was hot on his heels.
Burying my face in the poor thing's fur, I made a vow. To myself. To my mother. To my half-sister.
I will always protect you.

***

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I love this little kit, I really hope I can earn him <3

~Bound

[Tiikeria]

I would like to adopt!

.:Number:.
3

.:Picture:.


.:Name:.
Kiewjo

.:Species:.
Mackenzie Tundra Wolf
(Canis lupus mackenzii)

.:Song:.
Hurt by Johnny Cash

.:Personality:.
I used to be brave, strong, and kind. But war changes creatures, for the worse. I'm a coward. A disloyal traitor that would rather fight against my cause than for it. The rebels, however, sing praises for me. After all, I am a spy for them, but not by choice. I accepted their offer by necessity. I want to go home. I want to see my mate and pups again. My family is my everything, and this pointless power struggle has torn me from them for long enough. War should be about protecting what is valuable, like territory, or family. Not about destroying the species that disagree with you. Some may say I am bitter and cold. It's not me, it's the land, the atmosphere. This ice in my heart will melt away, if only I could get home, where I don't have to question my sense of loyalty and honesty. I have become what I hate the most: a liar and a traitor.

.:Likes:.
● Honesty: Honesty is at the top of the list for Kiewjo. He hates liars and cheats. To him, they are worth less than the rocks below his paws. The truth will set you free, as the saying goes, and that rings true for Kiewjo. When forced to keep a lie inside, he feels trapped, a feeling he hates more than anything.
● Loyalty: Just like honesty, Kiewjo likes a loyal person. If they promise themselves to help a cause, they better stay loyal to the cause. This opinion may be cause by the fact he is a long standing and well-respected general in the wolf army. Disloyalty causes the same feeling of being trapped to Kiewjo, so he avoids it at all costs.
● Family: His family means the world to him. His mate and two young pups are all that keep him going while he's in the leopard lands, far from home. He longs to get back to them, and will do anything to do so, even if it means becoming what he hates.
● Salmon: This is Kiewjo's favorite food. He's an avid fisherman, and is quite good at it, often able to catch enough salmon for his whole family in very little time.
● The cold: Kiewjo comes from the cold northern forests, as thus, he loves the cold. Heat makes him miserable, as his thick coat tends to keep heat in. He is much less adaptable than his southern cousins.

.:Dislikes:.
● Traitors: According to him, all traitors deserve the terrible fate they are subjected to, because, in the wolf army, traitors are punished in the most extreme way: public execution.
● Liars: One should always be honest, in Kiewjo's opinion, and those who lie for personal gain are thrown in the same category as traitors to him. They're worthless and deserve to be cast aside by their peers, and maybe even the deities themselves.
● Heat: He loves the cold, and heat just serves to make his life miserable. He'd prefer to stay in the frozen north, as opposed to journeying south into the warmer, more Savannah-like lands.
● Tough Meat: There's a reason Kiewjo likes fish so much: it's easier to eat. He's not really fond of tough, gamey meat, but, if the water around his home is frozen during the winter, he'll take some 4 legged food.

.:Background:.

I am a traitor. A turncoat. I deserve execution. I hate traitors. I hate liars. So how did I become one? Out of necessity. My family isn’t here. They’re in the tundra of the north; I’m on the southern shore of the Bay of Agnar. I want to go home. This fight isn’t for me; it’s for fickle, weak-minded creatures. War isn’t about destroying those who differ in opinion; war is about protecting all that is dear to us. Lord Eyktan has lost what little sense he had. I want nothing to do with it. I just want to go home.

I wasn’t very happy when one of the messengers from the South appeared at my den one night. I knew what that meant, and, it being right after the birth of my first pups, I didn’t want to leave my family. They were my number one priority, but, unfortunately, I couldn’t get out of going south, to the leopard stronghold. As the messenger put it, “Either you come, or you’re marked a traitor. Our Lord demands his best general at his side.” So, licking my mate’s muzzle lovingly, and nuzzling my suckling pups, goodbye, I gathered my warriors, and followed the messenger south from the frozen tip of our land.

For three suns we traveled, following the shore of the bay, dark thoughts swirling in my mind. I had heard rumors of the leopard Lord’s conquest, but I never thought I would be drawn into it. But I couldn’t think like that. I had to keep my head high, and my warriors confident. I wasn’t known as the wolf Lord’s best and most loyal general for nothing.

We arrived at the leopard stronghold at dusk on the fourth sun. My Lord was waiting for us, his eyes relieved, a kind smile on his face. He knew what he had taken me from, and I knew he would do anything in his power to get me back to the family I had put four suns behind me.

“I hear congratulations are in order, General Kiewjo,” he said to me as I stepped up beside him, my head held lower than his in respect of his position.

“Indeed, my Lord. Two strong pups; a male and a female,” I replied, smiling at the memory of seeing my little ones for the first time. My Lord was watching me.

“You must be proud, my friend. They’re going to be a High General and a Lady one day, I guarantee it. I’ll make sure you get home to them soon enough.”

“Thank you, my Lord. I am very proud. And I would be extremely grateful.”

However, suns turned to weeks, and weeks to months. Winter came and gone. Eyktan lost even more of his sanity, and his son, Saneusi. They said it was a freak accident that took the young leopard to the stars and the Exalted Land. I didn’t care, however. I wanted to get back to my family. This war looked like it would never end. Probably because it wouldn’t, until the last creature died, and the leopard Lord stood as Lord of All. I seemed to be the only one to see that in this camp, though. Eyktan was no longer the kind and just ruler he once was when he was young.

There was only one group that seemed to want to stop him. The Rebels. The very beasts I swore to destroy thanks to this alliance were the only hope in stopping this war, and sending me home. I just didn’t know where to find them.
That is, until a cold, cloudy night on the cusp of the Renewing season. I was on patrol on the northern boundary; my comrades had dropped back to deal with a few fighting warriors. That was when I saw him; a black and white Ajiro, gold accents along his body, hiding in the sparse vegetation. I watched him silently until he discovered me and took off; to me that confirmed him as a Rebel. Now was my chance.

I ran after him, using my best tracking abilities to keep on his trail. I had an advantage, however; I knew the landscape, he didn’t seem to, and that caught up to him in the end. Cornered against a vast rock wall, he had nowhere to go, except up. I vaguely wondered why he didn’t just use his wings and take off, until I saw that one was damaged. Silently, I padded up to the cowering creature.

“Don’t kill me. Please. I’m sorry, I was just curious,” he pleaded with me, watching me get closer.

“What’s your name, rebel?” I growled softly, lowering my head to look him in the eye.

“Rutimaro,” he replied. I could see the confusion in his eyes. He didn’t understand why he wasn’t dead yet.

“Rutimaro, hmm?” I sat down across from him, giving him a tired, unconcerned look. Could this little creature really help me get home? I hated traitors, yet, I was willing to become one. I hated myself in that moment, but I couldn’t stop it. My family was more important than my loyalty to my Lord.

The Ajiro relaxed a bit, still giving me a weary look, but there was a sly smile on his face. I watched him with disdain as he eyed me.

“You look conflicted, wolf,” Rutimaro said quietly, watching me.

“It’s none of your concern, rebel. I’m considering whether to kill you…or use you to my advantage.”

“I like the second option better.”

I raised an eyebrow; this one was snarky. For some reason, I liked that. It showed bravery to me, since he was able to be sarcastic in the face of someone that could potentially kill him. I was impressed.

“How do you know the second option is better?”

“Because anything is better than death. I’d rather be in severe pain, than dead,” he replied matter-of-factly. I was starting to like him more and more, “And it looks like you have something on your mind, wolf. Maybe we can help each other out.”

“I doubt you can get me sent back to my family. The only way to accomplish that is to end this war,” I was blunt, and I was unhappy with the note of hopelessness in my voice.

“Actually, I may be able to do that. There’s a…creature…out there, who’s destined by the Goddess to end this war. I happen to be friends with this…creature. I just need some inside info. Give me info about the leopard’s plans, and I’ll get you sent home. Deal, wolf?”

I lowered my head. I had been waiting for this opportunity for suns, yet, here it was, and I was hesitating. I wanted to go home, but was I willing to become the very thing I despised, all for the sake of going home? If I got caught, I would be killed. Was I willing to risk that? I wasn’t surprised to find I was willing to risk it all.

“Deal, Rutimaro. Meet me here at this time, in one week. I’ll have news.”

And so it began.

Every week, I would meet the Ajiro in secret, telling him of potential battles, how many forces going, and who was targeted. The rebels started winning battle after battle. I knew I should have been happy about that; it meant that we were even closer to making the leopard Lord give up. But he never did, he kept fighting, killing, destroying. And with every leaked bit of information, a piece of me grew colder, more distant. I wanted nothing to do with myself. The only thing that could save me was my home, my pups, my mate. Even then, I wasn’t so sure. I existed, going through my days in a daze. My Lord was too worried about the war to pay attention to his disappearing General.

Then the day came. We were all called to the dais; this was where Lord Eyktan made announcements or speeches. However, today was to be different. I was thinking of what to tell Rutimaro tonight, and how to help the rebels this time. I was started when the Lord started speaking; I hadn’t seen him step out.

“It seems, my friends, we have a traitor in our midst. Our losses of both comrades and territory can be pinned on them. They have been passing information to the Rebels for suns, and we have finally caught them,” Eyktan’s cruel voice rang out across the rocky plain. I knew what was coming.

“General Kiewjo, step up and accept your fate.”

Silently, with my head held high, and my eyes dull, I walked to the cruel Lord, ignoring the stunned eyes of my own Lord; I had let him down. Wolves, cheetahs, leopards, and others parted for me as I walked forward.

“Kiewjo…why, my friend?” my Lord’s voice questioned me as I stepped before them, I eyed him emotionless. There was nothing left of Kiewjo in this body. I was nothing but a shell.

“I am sorry, my Lord,” I replied quietly, looking straight into his eyes, something I hadn’t done before, out of respect.

“You are a fool, traitor, thinking you could continue this. Your fate is sealed. As per wolf tradition, you will be executed before your peers. I should have known. Wolves are not to be trusted,” Eyktan growled; my Lord turned to him, his eyes dark.

“You are fooled by one traitor. I assure you, there are no others in my warriors.”

“I cannot believe you. Wolves are liars and cheats. All beasts know this. I cannot trust you. Skaarn!” I watched as the High General of the Leopards stepped up, his scarred features twisted in sick joy.

“Kill them all. Starting with the traitor.”

“Eyktan! You can’t do this!” my Lord howled, snarling; he wasn’t quick enough to avoid Eyktan’s massive paw. My Lord hit the ground with a sickening thud, and didn’t move. This was it. I had doomed my kind to death. Mentally, I said goodbye to my mate and pups as the High General put his claws to my neck. The sounds of fighting below me were distant; I knew my warriors were fighting a losing battle. They would be killed in this rocky hell, just like myself.

I barely felt Skaarn’s claws rip my throat open. I barely felt myself hit the ground. I barely felt my spirit ebb away.

But I did hear the pained howl of a lone wolf, before it was cut short, and all was silent.

.:Characters Mentioned:.
Tiresia - Goddess of Destiny
Eyktan - Lord of the Leopards
Skaarn - Eykan's 2nd in Command, High General of Leopards
Saneusi - Eyktan's adopted son/half brother on father's side

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Lyrics (c) Nine Inch Nails

.:Word Count:.
1,761

Phrase so I can find this later: The Catalyst

[Ebonpyre]

I would like to adopt!
Number:
9
Picture:


Name:
Pleek

Species:
Jungle Smili

Personality:

The strong young male is friendly to those who don't intrude upon him, though he holds no particular fondness to these people; his loyalties lie with his family and himself. He loves his family dearly, and will do anything to protect them. Insults to them are insults to himself.

He is quite tolerant and talkative, friendly, and easy-come, easy-go.

Though he enjoys spending time with his family and others he cares about, he equally needs personal space. He enjoys being alone, able to think without intrusion from others.

While Pleek values logic, most of the time he allows instinct and emotion to control his actions, which has, more than once, proven to be a weakness. He is bored easily, and needs something physical or mental to distract him to prevent him from foolish measures to entertain himself.

Despite his love of the hunt, Pleek is intolerant of senseless acts of violence, refusing to kill without reason. He will only kill to defend or feed himself or his family. Mindless violence from others invokes disgust on his part.

Likes:

Movement. It is nervewracking for him to stay in one place without moving for an extreme amount of time, which has also led him to adjust his hunting style. He usually becomes restless, which leads him to set out away from his family for a time and run, until he has worn himself out.

Cubs. The amusing antics of cubs, their endless desire for learning, and the amount of trust they hold fascinate and entertain Pleek. He loves his own two cubs dearly.

The night. Hunting for him is easiest at night, for his pelt blends into the darkness better than it would in daytime, where the dark shades would stand out against the foliage. He feels a sort of oneness and completion at night, which eludes him in the daytime.

The hunt. The most primitive aspect of him; his love of the hunt. Stalking his prey, the kill, and the feel of blood

Water. While he cannot swim without the weight of the water dragging him down, he enjoys to run alongside the river, or simply lay on it's banks, large forepaws dangling into the water. Running by the rushing movement of the stream is a thing he does often.

Dislikes:

Open spaces. Pleek is uneasy in widely open spaces, feeling exposed and easy to spot in open areas.

Threats. Whether intruders or anything else that he feels threatens himself, his family, or his way of life, he cannot abide them.

While he enjoys new experiences, he dislikes change. He subconsciously expects everything to remain 'normal', and others acting out of the norm annoy and confuse him.

Background:

Do not fear the darkness, but welcome its embrace...

Under the pale light of the stars, nightingales perch themselves on cloud-pine trees, watching over the world as gaurdians of the night. Their black eyes watched as the large creature below them slunk through the undergrowth, pelt shining in the moonlight.

A pair of eyes from the creature they watched looked back, hesitation showing in their depths, before it continued further, swallowed by the night.

~~

The sun was whispering it's final farewell to the land, the mossy stones kissed with orange and ruby as it sank beneath the horizon. The forest was alive with the sounds or night creatures stirring, accentuated by the calls of the tree frogs. The sweet noise of the slow-moving stream beside my paws, snaking it's way through the glen, was an entrancing melody to my ears as I walked beside it. My pace was average; I was in no particular rush to return to my family, believing all remained well. I had been away for all of this day and most of the day before, and while I was eager to see their faces again, the lingering feeling of freedom slowed my pace.

The sensation of being alone in this thinned-out jungle, without worry or responsibility for the moment, was a wonderful feeling. The detatchment was one of the few things that was lost with the gaining of a mate, and I missed it.

But even that feeling would never make me think twice about joining Sanjana and starting a family.

On this day, I regret my thoughts dearly, and wish for nothing more than that I had bolted at my full speed to look for my child.

The fuchsia sky was darkening as I rounded the bend, revealing Sanjana and I's nest to my eyes. It was small

Sanjana's head snapped to me as she heard me coming, eyes showing a panic I had never seen before from her. One of our cubs stood by her legs, and I barely realized that the other of the two was not anywhere in sight. Worried, I took a step towards them, but before I could speak, my mate stopped me.

"Lantana is gone."


A picture you drew:


Adoption cap slot: Yes
Staff signature: Atwood

Permission to use Sanjana. Permission to use Lantana can be found publicly in the Fan Club.

[The Sky's The Limit]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 13

Picture:

Name: Glacier Midnight (name inspired by my Alaskan cruise which went through Glacier Bay national park)

Species: Usually canine, but she can turn into other species when desired

Personality: Glacier is a serene soul who mostly keeps to herself. She is a wonderful ice dancer and blends in wherever she goes. She does not make a fuss but always hopes that someone will make a fuss over her someday. She is hard to win over even with her introverted temper. She does not care about her appearance because she believes that it's not your heart that matters, it's what you do. She's proved to be beautiful in both ways, though. Unlike most wolves, Glacier is not heartless. Before eating, she always says a blessing and thanks to her food and the life it lived for her. She cries often, not because she is a 'cry-baby,' but because her heart is tender and naive, and because she loves all things that live. Glacier doesn't have any 'powers,' but her tender gentle love wins over many hearts, and many species bigger and smaller than her consider her their one and only leader. Though she has lots of people in love with her, she does not have her heart set on an individual yet. She is, in short, a lonely soul blending into the dark night sky.

Likes: Glacier loves the smell of the Alaskan air after a good heavy rainfall, and she loves the smell of fresh ice bobbing in the rivers and sounds (sounds as in bodies of water, not noises). She likes slippery salmon that the bears share with the wolves, and warm dens after long winter days.

Dislikes: Glacier dislikes the humans that dump rotten things into her water. Unlike the humans that try to make a difference, the humans that reuse things until they break, the humans who care, the humans that try to stop the bad ones' actions. She hates the smell of gasoline and cigarettes and any kind of drug: all things that pollute her world and the human beings.

Background: I thought I'd write a poem. Not one of my best works, but please don't steal.

out through the mist
new life is brought into the world
spring is coming
green leafs are uncurled

on the coasts of Alaska
salmon are born
farmers begin
to plant their corn

wolf pups galore
are freed from stomachs
with mothers giving them
kind gentle licks

but one is different
one not the same
one the color
of the blue falling rain

she matches the shades
of the stormy-grey sky
she seems to host
the birds that fly by

as she grew up
she took care of the land
with a firm gentle bark
and a soft caring hand (or paw!)

wherever she stood
she made things grow
she could make all species line up
in a single straight row

she makes the world seem nice
to her the trees bow down
she puts smiles on faces of ice
and is often re-crowned

when she grew to her greatest
she was taller than boulders
she was the best
huge fires she'd smolder

she grew wiser and stronger
until lo and behold
she became queen of the land
blessed by the eternal, she never grew old

at night she looks like a galaxy
like a blessing of the stars
her pelt shines so brightly
it's better than Mars
(haha, sorry for the cheesy rhyme there)

she was born from the embers
born from the trees
born from the world
from all that you see

take care of the rain
take care of the sea
and maybe it's Glacier
that you will see

Just a piece, written in prose. (below)

The ominous feeling of an incoming storm drifted through the air: the familiar humidity and the increased chirping of birds. Trees tightened the grip of their roots on the soil, preparing for a strong gust of wind. Chipmunks grabbed the nuts they could find and darted into the nearest hole to the underground network of minuscule tunnels and caverns.

"They are developing," A breezily soft whisper blew through the air. "We must find a way to stop them, one and for all."
"Nonsense!" Raged a voice, loud and strong. "Wind, we are merely figures in the sky above them. We can do nothing."
Wind, as calm as ever replied, "Thunder, we will make a child of the Sky. Lightning, Cloud, Rain, Tornado, and all our siblings will help us create her."

The storm began a mere drop of Rain onto the ground. Like always, it pained her to be squeezed out of Cloud, but the feeling of her water drifting back up into her always made up for losing it. As she sighed her moodiest brother clapped his hands together, and her sister, Lighting, replied. Cloud clenched and unclenched his muscles, trying his best to push every drop of water out of his sister. The humans would be unstoppable if not shown a solution.

Tornado left his siblings to create the storm of the sky as he sent himself down to Earth's surface and began knocking over the huts of the humans. They had only been on earth for a few years, but they had developed fast. They would be dangerous.

Lightning used the last of her energy to create a burst of light so bright that it seemed the sun was exploding. Thunder stomped and clapped and screamed to make all the noise he could while he watched his sister create the biggest bolt he had ever seen. Rain winced as she was being squeezed to her fullest extent, her skin began to rip as she was twisted and turned. Cloud tried his best not to hurt his sister, but it was only his job to help his siblings create the biggest storm ever. Tornado spun himself dizzy as he ripped helpless grass and rooted trees out of the ground. Wind flung herself this way and that, despite how old she was and the pains in her limbs that increased every day. And in that very second, when all the elements tried their very best, something dropped out of the sky.

The siblings were too tired to wonder if they had done the work they had tried to or not. They would be unconscious for many days, leaving the responsibility of watching over the unkempt humans in the hands of their creation. Her name was Shades of Skye; they lovingly nicknamed her Skye.

Periwinkle and sky blue dappled her chest and the front of her stomach. It was the patience and coloring of the kinder elements, Lightning, Wind, and Rain. The darker, stronger elements like Tornado, Thunder, and Cloud colored her back; her rear was a dark blue dappled with a glowing white, stronger than the stars themselves.

She landed in a bay, and the moment she hit the surface she could swim. When her head was above water again, she saw many huge chunks of ice bobbing in the winter-cold water. They were so beautiful, and she swam farther and farther to find their source. As the ice chunks got bigger, she felt even more at home in the colder water. Then she saw it: a huge, white-blue glacier nestled between two craggy precipices. She floated there for the longest time, watching the glacier until the sun started to set. When the moon came out, the starlight lit up the ice to make it look even more blue. Skye did not know her name, so she named herself.

Glacier Midnight.

A picture you drew: Working on it.

EDIT: Here it is. Sorry it's not very good, there's a few reasons.
1. I have an artist's block and I'm trying very hard to fight it off.
2. My camera sucks.
3. My colored pencils don't come in every shade.
Thanks for understanding.

Here's another, slightly better.


(I would have colored it but I like I mentioned earlier I don't have the right shades, so I left it black and white.)

Other: I just wanted to say I chose her because she reminds me so much of myself when I was young. Introverted and artistic, but never showing off her talent. (Haha, now I'm master braggart. ) She attracted me because I like to call myself Sky and I think it sounds great on me, and she made me smile the second I saw her.

[mi ainsel]

I would like to adopt!
Number: #5
Picture:
Name: Mia
Species: Allerca GD [specially bred hypoallergenic cat]
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Background:
A picture you drew:

WIP

[Meadow]

I like to adopt.
Number :: Two
Picture ::

Name :: Mocha
Breed :: Belgian Draft && French Mulassier Cross
Personality :: Editing
Likes :: Editing
Dislikes :: Editing
Background :: Editing
A picture you drew :: Drawing