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[Dr Zig]

Pet's ID Tag: 106
Name You'd Choose for It: Sparrow
Gender: Male
Reason You Want It: For one I must say he is adorable. His face reminds me of my friends cat Timmy which is one reason. Another is I've been thinking of writing a story about one of my charries and I've gotten a great idea for his history that i would be liking to make into a story. Another reason is since I made CS I've been trying to find a decent feline charries that I think represents me and I like in like these charatcer adoptions but I haven't really found one that catches my eye. I accually didn't some to get a feline chararcter today. i came looking for a fox charrie but here I found Sparrow probably one of the most beautiful cat chararcters (no offense to people with cat charries but Sparrow is special to me) I have seen. I love the way he is liek a noraml snow leoplard with reversed colours. i also love his tail and how good the blue eyes make him look. He looks different for a sno leopard but still looks liek one and I love the dorsal stripe down his back. In conclusion I love everything about him
History/Background/Other: There is quite a few different ways you could say Sparrow's history went. If you asked him he would say it was tough. It you asked his mom (which was completely unaware of what happened that night) would say he was spoiled. If you asked his dad and brother they would laugh and walk away. but Sparrow was the only one who knew what accually happened. The only one who knew about the tortue he went throuhg on that crisp october day. On that day he had swore to never tell anyone. Well lucky you, here it comes coming from the words of Sparrow himself.

First of all my name is Sparrow and I must say if your one of those poeple who cringe at the thought of animal abuse keep on scrolling. This story is filled with hatred, pain and threatning. It all started the day I was born. Being big for my age my dad thoguht it would be a good idea to teach me how to fight...A little to early.

He picked me up by the scruff of my neck and dragged me forward. I begged him not to. I was more of a what I would call "A Gentle Giant." I was a vegatarian. And whenever my mom shoved some prey close to meI would glares at her and push it away. Anyway back to the story. Questions later. She dropped me on the ground and whistled loudly. Out of nowhere a cub way bigger then me came out with atred in his eyes. My dad nudged me forward and told me words I would never forget. "Take him down, son. Show 'im what us leopards are made of."

Us leopards? If this THING isn't a leopard....what it it? I stared at it. It has a short bushy tail and a long snout. It had mousy brown fur with teeth that looked like a saber tooth tiger. Me take down that thing? Ha! In my dreams! Me the swanny little leopard a bit big for his age take down this, twice as big as me, blood thirty beast? I guess it's kinda a compliment for me that my dad accually thought I could do it. But that's the only good part of this.

The thing (which I later learned his name - Seth) stepped in frount of me. I couldn't help but back up. His upper lip curled and I stared him in the eye. Out of the blue he pounced...What a lowsy pouncer...Maybe going hmm 1 foot? He landed in frount of me. I smirked at him and unleashed my claws. (And should I say are very long) but he was quicker. By the time I got in position he was already tackling me to the ground. We rolled around a few times and I sank my teeth into his neck and he yelped. My dad gave me the "Ok" sign and I grinned back - A huge mistake. While grinning he pushed me into a ditch. A deep one at that. It was have been 10 feet deep and I landed with a THUD!

After that I pasted out. Two days later when I woke up my mum and dad were starring down at me from the stop. I knew they were probably really worried about me so I smiled at them showing I was ok. My mom forced a smile that look weary and shaky.

Well I can honestly tell you that being in a 10 foot hole for 3 days really makes you go around the bend...At one point I could have sworn there was a purple giraffe brushing my teeth for me. but then again I might have been sleeping. All the snowleopards in the area took turns dropping food down for me and trying to keep me busy by talking to me.

but then there was that one evening. No one was watching me and I felt a slght tapping at the back of my head. I spun around and my jaw almost dropped to the ground. There standing rigt in frount of me was Seth. He smirked at me.
"Hello old friend" He sad with a bit of evil in his voice. "happy to see me?"
I narrowed my eyes and snarled at him. "A pleasure. Why are you here anyway?" I tried to hide the anger that was flowing through my head but it was ovbvious I was furious.
"My dad kicked me out the pack because he heard what i did to you. I will get revenge." He growled.
"Cheesy comeback." I snarled. "Now scram before I claw your face up!"
Smart wolf. After I said that he disappeared to where ever he came from. I knwo I said I was what I thought was a "Gentle Giant" but mess with me and consider yourself toast. And let's just say you'll come out with a few new scars to show off. That's kinda the way I roll.

After 4 days they finally got me out but getting the wolf pack to dig a tunnel to get me out.
"Sparrow! Sparrow we missed you so! The den is so quiet without you!" My mom shouted. her voice sounded muffled as she rested her head on my shoulder and purred. I loved my mom but she could be very embarrasing...I looked over at my friend Riot (did I mention him? No well he's my best only friend. We are usually always together) starrin at me and giggling. I ran over to him and nudged him playfully.
"Miss me?" I laughed.
"Nah" He joked.
We laughed together intil dawn when our parents called us to go to bed.
"Son, how did you get down their anyway?" My dad asked with a worried grin.
"dad you were there! Didn't you see?" I asked shocked that he was the one who made me do that and he wasen't even watching.
"Sorry...I looked away for one secand when your mom called me and when I looked back you weren't there. All I saw was Seth standing their standing over that ditch starring at something." He admitted.
I didn't reply and walked to my corner of the den. i curled up in a ball and dreamt that Seth wokd just leave me alone. I doubt that would ever happen. Like I would never push him down a ditch! Or maybe I would...

The sun beated down on me. It blinded me for a secand then went away. I noticed someone was standing in frount of our den enterence. It was someone I knew a little to well. Seth. He looked at me with hatred in his eyes.
"Sparrow your going to pay. With pain." He snarled at me.
I was taken aback. What was he talking about? Maybe when I clawed him I hit him in the head a little to hard. He really thinks that he's going to take me away from my own home?
"what are you talking about? It's not my fault your so shallow to push someone into a ditch." I made my comeback.
"Accually it is your fault. Because you were so stupid to tell your dad, he told my dad. Now I don't have a home." He cried.
"So does that make you a hobo? oh wheres your cardboard box?" He said smiling.
"oh you be quite...But I'm still going to make you pay." Then out of no where Seth grabbed me by the neck and dragged me down the mountain to his oldpack. he dropped me in a cage like thing.
"You have 3 days. If you can survive it ithout food or water I'll let you go. If not? Well I'll say by to everyone for you." He said with a evil smile.
"Let me out of here NOW!" I snarled
But he didn't listen. He just walked away leaving me there.

DAY ONE:
It's accually not tht bad. Last night was so uncomfortable though. Sitting on cold hard floor is not my favourite place to sleep. About mid-day is when the hunger kicked in. But I've been hungrier. So over all not a bad day if you ask me.

DAY TWO:
Alright now I'm starving. The only thing I've eaten is a grasshopper which jumped into my cage. And i must say it tasted horrible. Last night was worse then before. Seth though it would be funny if he filled the cage with gravel. now all Seth does is sitt near the cage and stare in at me with those evil red eyes his mom calls "cute". I'll show you cute. A fluffy little snowleopard hopping in a meadow of flowers. Why don't I show you? If you would just let me of of this stu[id cage I'll show you. And I'll show you how I run away to. It really is amazing.

DAY THREE:
I can't last another dya. Last night was the most uncomfortable yet. Sleeping on ribs sticking out like pins? not what I call a fluffy matress. I'm at the points where my body has started to feed of itself. My stomach hurts to much I can hardly get up. You might be thinking "3 days? Thats EASY!" But you try being a snowleopard that has to eat at least 2 deer a day. I guess for you it feels like 7 days. My stomach felt like someone had just pulled it up my throat. the pain un unbelievable. And I was only four months old.
I really don't like to complain but this place is really horrible. Imagaine everything you loved just gets taken away from you ad you get put in jail and get no food, no water and privacy. Now make it 8 times worse.
Well a deal is a deal and Seth took me out of the cage. but now you could easily count my ribs throguh my skin and I could hardly keep my eyes open. Seth starred at me for a secand as if not believing whathe had just done and bite me in the shoulder. I yelped and started to walk home.
"Woah woah woah! Where do you think your going? Your staying here." Seth said.
"But you told me if I can survive three days in there you'll let me out." I stampered.
"Yea out of the cage. what did you think I meant?" He replied looking slightly confused. "Your ganna be my slave. Intil your one year old your staying right here. Doing anything I wnat you to do." He said with a smirk.
I didn't reply. I just glared at him.
"Now go tell your mom your going on a trip. You mention you being my slave....You done for Sparrow." That was the last words he said before I walked slowly back to my den. I approached it slowly trying to save my energy. My mom was standing cleaning our beds I walked up to her.
"Hi mom. I have to tell you something..." I said
She looked at me not responding.
"I have to go on this trip...It might be a while.." This was really awkward.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.



MAJOY W.I.P (and I mean MAJOR)

[Catalyst]

Pet's ID Tag: 106
Name You'd Choose for It: Kiyaira (Nickname Snow)
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: I adore her design and I have always wanted a snow leopard character.
History/Background/Other: I wondered through the snow leaving a small trail of crimson behind me. I looked back where my home used to be. I could never call it that again. Not after the fight between my sister and I. I was naive for all these years, the guy I love, that was supposed to be my mate never truly loved me back. I had caught her with him running away together when I was out hunting. I had tracked them down, and took out some of my anger on her, and I had paid the price. Now all I feel is sorrow and helplessness.
I snapped out of my own pity party. I could survive on my own. I had just always lived in small groups. No big deal. I looked to my west and saw the setting sun. I would need to find a place to rest soon. Even my winter coat couldn't keep me warm in the freezing tempuratures of the night. If nothing else I could sleep in a tree to at least block the wind. I wondered more untill dusk, and then crawled into some thick shrubs. I curled up to wait out the night. The hwind holed through the brush, and I was shivering but somehow I managed to sleep.
WIP I have to go now. :3

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

[Tripp]

Tripp, on your donation of 106, it says "pm me why"
By PM, do you mean PM for approval to adopt, or why we want them?

why you want them

[MerryEaster]

Okay, thank you Tripp (:

[Rosalind]

I was thinking of doing to natural cat characters for when donations open again, do you think they would be adopted or just sit there?

[nowi]

Pet's ID Tag: 90

Name You'd Choose for It: Fleur
Gender: Female

Reason You Want It:
I would like to adopt Fleur because her design is striking, even if it is simple. I love her patterns, and I think they fit her so well, and I would love to adopt such a cute character.
History/Background/Other:
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

wippiness~

[Tammanae]

I was thinking of doing to natural cat characters for when donations open again, do you think they would be adopted or just sit there?

I think some people have a preference to characters that look natural, as long as they have a little something that can separate them from just any other character, so I am sure that it would get attention. I do suggest asking with the design however, so people can give you a better answer with a visual aid. ^^

[azalea]

Pet's ID Tag:
97
Name You'd Choose for It:
Elysia
Gender:
Female
Reason You Want It:
The moment I saw those perfect, stunning blue eyes of hers, I knew I wanted her. Elysia's design is the example of the beauty in simplicity. She's gorgeous and already has so much character and personality hidden away, waiting for the right person.
History/Background/Other:
WIP
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. ^^ Yes I do ;3

[LokisTrick]

Pet's ID Tag: 110
Name You'd Choose for It: Ginge (Pronounced Jin-Gee)
Gender: Male
Reason You Want It: I completely fell in love with the attitude he has. Even be just looking at the picture you can see that this cat has personality. He's a trouble maker and a sweet-heart, in my eyes. He will fit in great with my gang of characters, whom will be present in the story, and I just love his design. After all, I have a bit of weakness for cats. <3

Likes:
Big cities: He loves all the people and the noise and all the places to go.
Food: Ginge loves to eat, cook, and watch others eat. He secretly wants to be a chef.
His Friends: This may seem like a no-brainer, but Ginge takes having friends very seriously. If someone insults them, Ginge will probably fight to defend their honor.
Fire: He's a bit of a pyromaniac. Nothing to serious, though.
Clear days that are windy: Days like this make him feel alive.

Dislikes:
Overcast and rainy days: Days like these make him feel depressed and alone.
Being alone: In his story, he is alone for a long time, and he hates it.
Secrets: He has trouble keeping them, and they bother him to no end.
Blood: He has a phobia of it.

His Beliefs

Ginge's belief system is based strongly on luck and Karma. He thinks that there are two spirits that govern own world: The God Chi (Pronounced ch-i. i as in y) who gives karma to those whom deserve it, and hie wife the Goddess Nawe (Pronounced Naw-Way) whom randomly distributes luck among those of the earth. The reason I'm telling you this is because I will make several mentions to them in the story.

Personality: Ginge is really still a kitten at heart. He's still wanting to have someone come in and kiss him good-night, he's still hoping that one day, his mother will come walking down the path with his brother and sister, he's still mourning their deaths. And through all this emotion, Ginge's personality was foraged. The books where the hero looses their family, friends, and pets, yet still come out with a smile on their faces is a cruel lie compared to reality. Ginge's personality is a very difficult thing to understand, but here is the gist of it: He lives. When faced with something sad, he cries. When something makes him angry, he makes it known. When a friend gives him a compliment, he smiles. He once tried to build a shell around himself, but those days are gone. One thing is certain though, He is Ginge.

My Story:

I was just a kitten when it happened, that awful scene will haunt me for the rest of my days, the day when They invaded our home. I had been born about two month prior to the invasion. My Mother, Sister, Brother, and I lived in a beautiful forest near the base of a huge mountain. We lived by a small waterfall that cascaded over the edge of a stone. Beneath the stone was an indent in the rock, that my litter-mates and I called Moss Cave, for the cave was carpeted with the stuff. We went to play there often, imagining different worlds, and making up characters that lived in those worlds. This is how we first met the invaders, on one of our trips to Moss Cave.

"Ha ha!" The kitten yelled in excitement, "Can't catch me!" He and his siblings were deeply engrossed in a game of chase. Usually, these were the kind of games the kitten was bad at, but today for some reason, no one could come close to him! The Goddess of luck must be favoring me today! He thought with a happy grin. He slowed to a stop, allowing his gasping litter-mates to catch up, then shouted "Race you to Moss Cave!" and took off. He was running so fast, he was sure not even the wind could keep up with him. His fur was plastered against his skin, chilling him slightly. He rounded a corner, and then, all of the sudden, the cave came into view. It wasn't a true cave, but it was good enough for the kittens. He dashed in without hesitation, paws skidding on the slick moss beneath him "W-whoa!" He yelped. He slowly came to a stop, the turned around toward the cave entrance. "Why aren't they here yet?" He mumbled indignantly, "I always follow them when they're in the lead." He paused for a moment, then grinned, "Maybe, I'm so far ahead of them, that they aren't even close to Moss Cave yet!" This idea sounded plausible to him, so he curled up in a ball, and waited.

"Are you sure you killed them all?" a voice asked from somewhere outside the cave. the kitten's ears pricked up, What? What did he say? "Yeah, yeah. The kits were the easiest. They were running somewhere, so we just pounce on them and broke their necks." The kitten was fully awake now, but he could not comprehend what his ears were telling him. "The Mother?" The voice asked. "Dead as a doornail." Another replied. The kitten felt silent tears running down his face. This isn't true. He thought to himself desperately They're lying. He put his head in his paws and lay there crying softly. B-but today was my lucky day..... The voice spoke again, "Well, this assignment's done, let's head home." Other voices sounded their agreement, and they left. None of them ever knew that their assignment had not been completed, and that they had left a small, orphaned kitten in a cave, completely, and utterly alone.

"Mooothhheerr!" The kitten cried out pitifully. "Sissstterr! Brrootthheerr!" He gasped for breath, then wailed, "Where are you? Stop playing games, please, it's not funny!" KRAACK! KA-BOOOOM! Thunder sounded from right over his head. The kitten started, then looked up. At first, he only saw the stormy sky above him, but as he continued to look through the tree branches, something caught his eye. At first, the things only seemed to be three sacks, one bigger one, and two smaller ones, hanging from the branches. But as the kitten looked closer, he began to pick out details: Three tails, hanging limply from bodies that were almost beyond recognition. A droopy paw, hang off an all-but-dead body. Limp bodies that could have once belonged to...... "N-noooo!!" He screamed, "No no no!" And then he ran, so fast that none could catch him, not the wind, nor the memories of his beloved family.

The kitten ran and ran and ran. He ran until his paws were bleeding and his claws were blunted. He ran until the light from the moon on his back felt like a slab of stone on his spine. He ran until the memories of those he had so dearly loved disappeared like the morning frost from the grass. And finally, he stopped. Where am I? He thought to himself. And for that matter, who am I? And what am I doing here? The kitten looked around him. As far as he could tell, he was somewhere in the middle of a rocky tundra. The kitten shook his head, wherever he was, he needed water. He turned toward the direction he had come from. Surly there is water that way. He thought to himself. He took a step forward, but found that he could not take another step toward the way he had came. Why is that, I wonder? He thought hard, but the only image he could conjure was that of..... Blood. Blood every where. He shivered, though it must have been 90 degrees out, then turned away and walked in the opposite direction.

It was so hot out, the kitten was sure he'd die of heat exhaustion. There was no shelter, no place to lie low to wait out the rage of the sun, nothing to eat but scrub bushes, but most importantly, there was no water. This thought tortured the kitten's world every day that he went without it. Just a little bit of water, he thought to himself, Just the tiniest sip, and I'd be happy. But what was almost worse than the lack of good food, shelter, and even water, was the lack of companionship. The kitten dearly missed friends, though he didn't recall having any before. But sometimes, when he really tried, he heard the sound of laughter in his head, and a voice saying, "Can't catch me!" The kitten longed for something to talk to, sometimes, he missed it so much that he talked to a stone or a bush, but it wasn't the same. Finally, the little kitten couldn't walk any longer. Finally, the need for water had made his progress along the tundra come to a halt. Finally, the loneliness was more than he could bare. Finally, he collapsed on the hard rocky ground, without a soul to love or care about him. Before the darkness completely took over his mind, he had one last thought that he murmured to the heavens, "Oh Chi, god of Karma, what did I ever do to deserve such a life?"




I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. I really do ^^

Major Wip

[Coali]

Pet's ID Tag:
106
Name You'd Choose for It:
Kayla
Gender:
Female
Reason You Want It:
The first reason is the way she looks. Spunky and energetic, to me at least. I love Snow Leopards, and she is a perfect one.
The picture seems to speak for itself, saying 'Pick me!', and I love the energy and personality that seems to come from it.
History/Background/Other:
Likes:
Snow: Not only is it natural for Snow Leopards to love snow, but she feels at home when it's snowing.
Food: Kayla is overprotective of food.
Birds: She refuses to kill a bird for any reason. They are like charmers to her.
Nighttime/Stars: Kayla is hypnotized by the stars and loves nighttime.

Dislikes:
Sun: The sun used to blind her when she was little, so she doesn't like it.
Fire: Fire completely contradicts snow, so she is annoyed by it.
Loneliness: Kayla hates to be alone.

Personality:
In a nutshell, Kayla is spunky and a ball of boundless energy.
She never seems to tire, and always wants to run, jump, climb, swim, anything as long as she isn't sitting still.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Major WIP