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Panterra is beautiful <3
There are some bunnies and cats in the kennels. Can't look right now to see which ones are oldest though.

[Shadow Walker]

Panterra is beautiful <3
There are some bunnies and cats in the kennels. Can't look right now to see which ones are oldest though.

Thank you. He was my favorites of the scrap batch too. XD He ended up being the precursor to this, but he's more unnatural than I had planned and the rosettes don't show up very well, so Snowdrift was the one I kept. ^^
I just fell out of love with his concept. >_<

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Picture{s} of pet:
Username: ChaosHog
Name: Doesn't have a name
Gender: Female
Breed/Species: Wolf
Preferences/Requirements: Just PM me if you adopt her. I'd like to know who this design goes to. ^^
Lineart/Artist/Credits: Click for Lines
Green Tea

Picture{s} of pet:
Username: ChaosHog
Name: Tobo (Can change)
Gender: Male
Breed/Species: Anthro Cat
Preferences/Requirements: Please keep his colors, though you may add some markings of your choice if you wish. Also, please PM me if you adopt him. I'd love to make sure I file the name of the person you adopts him.
Lineart/Artist/Credits: Drawn by myself.
Green Tea

[Prince of Awesome]

I'mm scouting for some older felines, as I'm better at them n.n
Or bunnies. I like drawin' 'em.

What about kennel #18, that ones been up for awhile(its a bunny.)

[maetropa]

I'mm scouting for some older felines, as I'm better at them n.n
Or bunnies. I like drawin' 'em.

What about kennel #18, that ones been up for awhile(its a bunny.)

Thanks, I'll do her next n.n

[Apollo fon Friso]

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Username: Fire-Clan-Cat
Kennel Number: 114
Name [of pet]: Broken & Brave
Gender [of pet]: Male & Female
Breed/Species [of pet]: Wild Cats
Zodiac Sign: Taurus and Pisces
Chinese New Year: Snake & Dragon
Personality [of pet]: Broken is the more unfriendly of the two cats. He is more quiet and prefers to be alone. He is not really evil but he is no angel either. Broken can be stubborn when he wishes and slightly selfish, he isn't one for just making friends everywhere he goes. Broken takes his position as a wild cat very seriously, perhaps a little too seriously. He believes it is one of his jobs to keep the rest of the wild cats in line, especially his sister: Brave. Broken thinks the way his sister thinks life is so carefree is a complete disgrace to the ways of the wild cats. But perhaps deep down Broken is just a big sofite, but I'm not going to be the one to tell him that...

Brave is the more 'let your hair down and just roll with' it of the two cats. She is always looking for someone to have a friendly conversation with or even just a nice simple adventure to go on. Brave is loud and likes to be in large groups of friends, she is in fact the complete opposite of her bossy brother: Broken. Brave's favorite way to spend her day is to be bounding around in the sun and letting nature soak her pelt. Brave really doesn't take to much responsibility in trying to keep the rest of the cats in the wild in line, instead she likes to rouse them up for a good game of moss-ball. Much to Broken's disgrace anyway. But every little kitty has a nice set of claws, and maybe one day, Brave will unsheathe hers.
Background/History [of pet]: Broken and brave were born wild cats. They were born in an unusually small litter of three. There was Broken, Brave and their brother Bone. It all began well, they were a typical group of triplets. Broken was the serious kind of guy who was always taking things too seriously, Brave was the fun loving kind of girl who didn't take things seriously enough and Bone was the lazy kind of cat who didn't care about anything. The three kittens and their parents lived in the heart of the woodlands. They had plenty of trees to shelter under and they always managed to find enough prey to keep themselves going.

As the years past by the three youngsters grew in to lean and healthy young adults. Broken was always running around after his father, learning how everything should be and how to keep things going smoothly in the woodland. Brave preferred to trail along with her mother and learn more fun things. Like how to climb tall trees and how to swim in the creek. As for Bone he really didn't hang about with anyone he preferred to be on his own and ignore anyone who tried to be friendly.

One strange day when the breeze that rustled the trees carried a strange whisper. Broken and Brave had been out hunting for prey for the rest of the family. They had started to get slightly worried when they realized all the other cats in the forest weren't scampering about in their usual manner. Very few cats were in the woods at all, the ones that were had been behaving very strangely. Brave spotted a mother cat hurriedly herding her litter of kittens away from the woodlands and some others were racing off at a quick pace "Why do you suppose everyone is acting so strangely, everything was normal when we left" Brave mewed curiously. Broken only shook his head "I don't know, but a mixture of fear and worry is flowing off these cats in waves, something, somewhere must be terribly wrong" he mewed sharply.

The two cats broke into a run and hurtled back to the spot where their family had been living. They had returned to find the most disgraceful sight. Both of their parents and Bone were laying in the small clearing, unmoving. Broken pounced to his fathers side and mewed to him "Father, what happened to you, who did this, don't leave us". The cats father lifted his head weakly and said "H-he came out of n-n-nowhere, a h-hunter." the big tom gasped for air. It wasn't until that moment that Broken noticed a long arrow in his father's side. Brave ran to her brother's side "B-b-but you can't l-leave us. Your our p-p-parents" the she-cat sobbed.

It wasn't until then that the cats mother stirred. She too had a long pointy arrow stuck in her flank. "Y-you must escape" she mewed and coughed. "B-before he c-comes back". With that the mother cat drew in her last breath of air "Stick together forever my sweets" she mewed "I love you" and with that the she-cat closed her eyes for the very last time. Broken and Brave decided it wouldn't be right to leave the bodies of their family lying there where a vulture could swoop down and grab them, so they spent hours scraping a large hole in the ground and they put their family in it. They covered their bodies and sat with their heads dipped next to the grave. When the time was right Brave went and picked a mouthful of flowers in her jaws and set them down on the grave. With that the two cats set off to find a new home where they would be safe and could escape the same awful fate of their parents.
Likes: [color=#0040FF]Broken likes walking through the forest and feeling the leaves crunch beneath his pads. He loves the way the trees cast long shadows along the forest floor.
Brave likes bounding endlessly through the forest. She does occasionally enjoy to slow down and smell some of the lovely exotic flowers.
Dislikes: Broken doesn't like the way his sister takes no responsibility in keeping the forest cats in line. Not that the two of them are in charge anyway...
Brave doesn't like the way her brother is no fun and prefers to take life much too seriously. She also doesn't like stuck up she-cats who think that they run the world.
Use [for pet]: Charries for a story and maybe they could be in a roleplay. They will not be mis-used I can promise that.
Other : I will make some art of them if I get them and probably put a lot more info about them on my charrie thread. E.G their zodiac signs, likes, dislikes, theme songs etc.[/color]
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[Ranua]

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~::♣Sorren♣::~
♣{Theme} Reptile
♣{Gender} Male {♂}


♣{Username} HollowedAngel
♣{Kennel Number} #25
♣{Name} Sorren
♣{Breed/Species} Demon hound {Also referred to as 'Brood's}
♣{Personality}
Sorren is ambitious as he is
collected. Although he appears mainly to be calm and reserved if one were
to peer inside his soul one would see his true nature.
His deviating character alters from time to time, and he has a strange habit of talking to himself. Some say he has a split personality, some say he's just insane, but the truth is far more twisted than either hypothesis. Truth be told he's not alone in that body of his. No, Sorren has just been so lonely for so long, he's created another soul to keep himself company. He's not evil, or really physically or mentally bemused by his anima, but this 'other' soul does tend to affect his thoughts. He still dominates his actions and emotions, but he often consults the voice in his head about whether he should do this, or do that. It's a strange relationship, which could only be understood if you were one of the individuals in the partnership of soul and host.

Now, one may have assumed by the sinister nature of my writing style for the first paragraph of this personality that Sorren is a psychotic, demented male who is highly likely to chew your head off. If you have come to this assumption I am pleased to say you are entirely wrong. In fact, to the contrary I might say.
Sorren is an affectionate, comical character who is very demonstrative with his affection. He isn't exactly a chatter box but he does indulge in converse often with her consorts. In fact he seems to enjoy mingling with other males. He isn't afraid to stand up for what he believes in, and is slightly naive in the manner he thinks anyone can change, no matter what their past is. Because of his beliefs he tends to assure in people too much and so usually loses friends due to the pressure. He is a strong and noble warrior who is loyal and cunning. He has staggering IQ of 174, and is very good at applying his current knowledge to new situations. He loves puzzles and brain games, but not as much as just basking in the sun. Even with so many positive traits, Sorren does have a more negative side. He's lazy and often neglectful of his conscious, putting the more important things as the latter.
He often procrastinates, which gets her into all sorts of trouble.

His happy go lucky exterior is just a barrier though. Shielding you from the view of the pain and misery which jerks and twists inside him. Like a virus, her misery consumes him. He is still over all happy, but from time to time he'll be agitated and affronted for no apparent reason. His peripheral is a mask of his intuitive thoughts and feelings which revolve around his unfulfilled past ambitions. A scarring reminder of his weaknesses. He is really dying inside, and her friends can only hope a new female in his life can change his true nature.

♣{Likes}♣

He's kinda outgoing sometimes, and is sort of considered a flirt. Though he prefers the company of attractive females to decent he will occasionally choose a decent female over a highly attractive one. He is okay with flirty females but prefers the more reserved ones seeing as he simply enjoys a challenge.

His favorite food would have to be ungulate meat. Though she enjoys an occasional rabbit or large bird.

He loves people who are reserved and honest, as well as down to earth. He's okay with shy people, but is more compatible with the moderate type. Outgoing characters tend to out compete his personality and so he tends to avoid them.

He likes to do simply nothing sometimes. To just sit down in a calm meadow with a few friends, and just cloud watch for a bit. .

Sorren, being the born leader he is loves to do what he does best. Lead others. Even with his rather poor social skills (he's friendly and funny by nature but just a tad socially awkward) he still has a very good course of persuasion and is highly ambitious.

♣{Dislikes}♣

He hates silence. He's endured it for too long, and has grown to associate laconism with loneliness. Feeling desolate is his worst fear. After what happened in the past, he's grown to appreciate the company of her friends far too long, and has even become a tad clingy to them.

Cocky people. He hates people who are over confident or picture themselves as the ideal leader type. Why? Probably because he is the leader type and hates the competition for dominance.

Sorren hates insincere people, he's not the best at identifying them, but he hates people who are openly dishonest.

He has a strange curiosity with water. Because he was confined to a cave most of his life he's had less time than others to explore and learn about textures, so it's only natural he has a slight fear of water.

Like most other animals in her region he hates Winter wolves. Now, usually Winter wolves live in the colder climates, but being versatile as they are they have adapted to several other biomes. This diversity has made them a highly successful species. With their numbers staggering, they are now beginning to out compete the local herbivores, the worst part being that your average Winter wolf is able to take down your average demon hound.

He hates the taste and smell of yarrow (Achillea millefolium), a flowering plant meaning 'little feather' which is famous for it's strange healing abilities.

He hates spiders, and arachnids in general. They just...creep him out...
He can still touch them etc but she doesn't like to.

He has a particular distaste for canids in general, not just Winter wolves.

♣{Epilogue- The Tourniquet}♣
WhiteBlaze snorted softly, his hollowed gaze flickering across
the blackened sky as the wind slipped through his mane, running across his pelt
as he swiveled his ears. His nostrils flared as WhiteWing approached, his eyes locking temporarily with hers as
she trotted to his side.
"Spring Solstice Herd may have accepted our truce. But they will never trust us so long as the river runs through our territory."
he said softly. He let his pelt brush hers for a moment, but pulled away when she uncomfortably side stepped, snorting. Even with the millions of stars which clung to the darkness above them not one reflected in the males gaze, WhiteWing who had noticed shivered slightly and scuffled her paws, gulping nervously. "How so?" she asked glancing at the ground for a moment. She lifted her head and cocked her head at him, flicking her tail as he glimpsed at the wood where the river flowed, lashing his tail.
"The spirits are restless. They won't let us take immortality so easily. No, the shadows will claim the young of the valley as their own. And there is nothing in such a time of weakness we will be able to do to save the selected."

Background/History [of pet]:

During the age of warriors, in a place untouched by mankind,
was a valley.

Inside that basin endured four herds. The Spring, Summer, Fall, and...
Winter, Solstice herds.
My story begins here. In the valley of Solstice.

My birth was different than one of a typical canid. I had been bred knowing my fate, I had been weaned knowing
my purpose, my ultimate being had all ready been defined for me since I had been conceived. You see, after the great Solstice war the spirits of the Shadow river consulted Terrene, the Earth goddess. She concluded the only way to protect the river was to assign it a guardian. So, she selected 5 mares from each herd who were to give birth to the guardians of the shadow river as well as one pure wolf.
My mother Whitewing was the wolf. I can't really recollect much of her character, or her appearance for that matter, just her name. And as far as Im concerned that's all I need to remember.

I was born and raised a mortal, though I suspected I was different. I was isolated by my dam, who was paranoid for my safety. For most of my youth I was kept in a cave. The nature of which was my identity was sealed tighter than a tomb.
I never knew my sire, in fact, Im not even sure if I had one. I never asked mother about him, seeing as males in general tended to make her edgy. I couldn't imagine what she would have to say about my sire. So, I simply eluded the subject of males completely.

Eventually, I myself became irrational and frenzied.
I flinched at every sound, jolted with every movement. Unable to continue my life the way I was living it I realized the reason I was so agitated all the time was simply because I felt lost and forlorn. So, that's how it was created. At first I wasn't even aware of it's existence, not until it finally started talking to me.
Slowly but surely it began to gain my trust, and we began to bond. It was a strange relationship...mostly just because I was the only person who knew it was alive. I never told my mother about it though, at the time I was afraid she'd disburden me of my new playmate. And that was the last thing I wanted to happen...

Finally, I turned two, and was permitted to roam the herd like any other wolf. Not that I was like any other wolf. I mostly hung in corners and talked to it as they played. They all made me uncomfortable with their stares though, so I often roamed a little distance off for privacy. It felt good to be free of my mother, though my heart twisted with pity at the sight of the heart broken fae. She had lost her child to the temporal length of event. As well as his affection. But this was her own fault. She had wringed me of my innocence, and suffocated me of my emotions for her. I could no longer feel ardour for the person who had raised me, not after she had brought me such painful bindings. A few weeks passed and she died with high fever. I mourned deeply for my mothers loss out of pity, and prayed she would meet my father in the heavens once more.
Should I have one.

~+~
(( One year later ))
{He is now aware that he has been selected to be a guardian of the river, taking the place of his deceased dam.}

My heart raced as I was led along with four other selected
to the Shadow river. I felt so nervous, so vulnerable. 'It' comforted me and advised me to pray to my ancestors for assistance. Advice which I simply acknowledged with a slow nod of my head.
I licked my lips at the sight of the other 15 who had been chosen, huddling them around the stream that broke our territories. They too looked nervous, and tension erupted from the pelts of my pack mates when we neared the stream like water bubbling from a brook.

"You took your sweet time." Mohawk muttered. Mohawk was the lead stallion of Summer Solstice herd, and was known for his brutality during war fare. "Calm down Mohawk." said Akira softly. My eyes rested on the radiant blood bay mare. Her pelt glowed in the silvery moonlight as she smiled at the newcomers, her gaze shining brighter than the stars in the night sky above us. Akira was the lead mare of Spring Solstice herd, and was relatively a peace keeper. Many of the others had all ways admired the mare, especially now that they felt so feeble.
"We all know why we're here!" came Trent. Trent was Winter Solstice herds lead stallion. His muscles rippled under his glossy pelt as his eyes locked with Akira, snorting softly. "The selected mares and wolf," he said turning his gaze to the other leaders, "Are to become the guardians of the Shadow river. They will abide here until the end of time, and must be undisturbed during their stay." he snorted. Mohawk muttered something under his breath, though Akira pressed her pelt against his in a comforting manner which seemed to soothe him. Trent glared at Mohawk for a moment, and I pricked my ears when I saw a flicker of envy. But I quickly dismissed it as he continued, my head cocked in bewilderment.
"You all must drink from the Shadow River. It will give you strength as well as immortality so in the future you may face your fears and fight off any encroacher's." He glanced at his small band of mares, gesturing for them to go first. I hung back as Fallen, a ebony mare stepped forward and drank. I let all the females go before me, but in all my anxiety I forgot to step forward. I was suddenly aware of his everyone's gaze boring into my pelt and I blushed in embarrassment. They must think Im a wimp...taking a deep breath I trudged forward and slipped my muzzle into the river. Immediately I felt a strange sensation flow through me, my eyes widening as my reflection glowed in the pool of shadows below. Stepping back after a few moments, I glanced up at Akira who smiled at me and winked. I blinked and smiled back before heading back to the others, my gait elevated and my ears pricked with joy. I noticed all the other mares and how they held their head up with pride, flicking their silky tails.
I then realized I was a Demon hound now, the first of my breed, and it was high time I started acting like it.
Holding my ears erect and flaring my nostrils I cantered into place, my eyes shining. I was going to be just as great as the greatest guardian who ever lived. No...even greater. I was going to be the best guardian there ever was.

♣{Physical Appearance and Build Description}♣
♣Demon hound's tend to have very prominent ears in the manner that their very thick and round, however
in comparison to the rest of the head, their rather small. This is a defence mechanism of sorts, as it makes their ears harder to grip during a battle. Since the Brood catch their prey by tracking
and have adapted to using force of numbers to take down heavier prey, they have little use for their ears. Not that having good
hearing would do them much during the winter with the thundering winds.
Ama hasn't taken this trait full on, and shares the ear size of the winter wolf, but then again, he isn't a purebred and has also
taken on a few characteristics of her celestial forefathers.

♣I do recall phrasing a description of him once before in my form as 'decietfully delicate.'
By this I was mainly hinting about her death dealing jaws. The massive molars and powerful jaws of a Demon hound are used to crush the bones of its prey. To give you a hint on just how much power a Brood has Ill tell you this, humans have the biting pressure of 300lbs
per square inch, a german shepherd has 750lbs of power per square inch, a wolf has the astonishing ability to crush even moose bones
having 1,000-1,500 pounds of applied force per square inch.
A Brood has a range of 2,500-3,000 pounds of potential weight for every square inch.
Use [for pet]:
Im simply infatuated with his markings and design! ^^
It was most definitely love at first sight!

The reason I made him such a strange character is because
I simply appreciate more out of the ordinary personalities.
I connect with them better I guess...
Ive been saving this personality idea for something special! X3
I really think he fits, somehow he does...I plan to make it so
that when he meets her dream mate when he's around 'it' tends
to go away seeing as she doesn't feel lonely anymore and so
doesn't need it.~<3
He will be used for stories and art and is much loved<33333

Words can't quite describe my affection for him and the connection I have with him.
He just...reflects a part of my personality I guess. :)

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[pear.]

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Username:Sahre
Kennel Number:114
Name [of pet]: 1st cat:Death 2nd cat:Crystal
Gender [of pet]:Death:Male Crystal:Female
Breed/Species [of pet]:Cats
Personality [of pet]:
Background/History [of pet]:
Use [for pet]: CS, character thread, stories, art.
Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
Art: viewtopic.php?f=32&t=1018105
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WIP

[Chirai]

Username: Teardrops in Time
Kennel Number: 62
Name [of pet]: Lillianna (Lilli)
Gender [of pet]: Female
Breed/Species [of pet]: Wolf
Personality [of pet]:
Lilli's fantasy is to find the Prince of her dreams. As her life unfolds, the experiences, false starts, dramas, broken hearts and disillusionment she encounters, seeking her personal "Holy Grail", shapes her future in the most extra-ordinary manner. Love and love-lost makes a big difference to Lilli although her often happy-go-lucky appearance against all kinds of odds may not reveal this as a fact.

Lilli can switch off from the world around her and during these periods much more occurs on the deep innermost levels of the Lilli's psyche, than her closest friends imagine. After establishing a lifestyle that somehow falls short of her childhood dreams, Lilli manages to conjure up a most independent life and keep up an image of being dedicated to a "close relationship". She can escape into obscure role playing - and often this earns her the name of an extremely successful business person. When it comes to romance and love, Lilli can be difficult to fathom, yet in business, Lilli discovers that she can not only be creative, but it provides an opportunity to express the more diverse sides to her personality. Her charm can win her multiple jobs and provides powerful friends. But in both work and play, looking for peace and harmony, Lilli often says "yes" when she should be saying "no".

Background/History [of pet]: Lilli was a sweet and caring sister to Nika, except she is still confused to why Nika does not appear to love her back. Adoring affection, Lilli was the first wolf to get a boyfriend in her pack. She has tried multiple males, rejecting those whom she has no interest in. She always thinks that she found the "perfect one," but wait a month or a week later, and she will be with another male. Call her a player, but she is only trying to find her true love so she can make the best out of the time she has with him.
Use [for pet]: I will use Lilli for art, poetry, stories, and more!
Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
Sister to Nika.

WIP
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[Chirai]

Username: Teardrops in Time
Kennel Number: 61
Name [of pet]: Anika (ann-ick-a)
Gender [of pet]: Female
Breed/Species [of pet]: Wolf
Personality [of pet]: Anika, or Nika for short, is not your typical girl. Hidden from the world, she is outshone by her talented sister, Lilianna. Underneath her cool, calm and collected exterior, Nika differs greatly from all the
other wolves. Nika manages to discreetly stay apart from the crowd, even
though she has a well-earned reputation for being social. Sometimes she is considered
the, "cool and silent" type, but is usually picky about who she hangs with. She will
let others get close, but only so close as she want them. Fellow classmates claim,
that trying to get your point across to Nika, should she not want to hear you, is
rather similar to talking to trees – she simply won't budge, nor respond. But her
feelings, fears and desires often run far deeper than anyone around them would
guess. Like the butterfly that chooses to remain hidden in its cocoon until it is
ready and prepared to emerge, so her true spirit remains hidden behind a veneer of
day-to-day activities. That's why Nika is sometimes regarded as snobby, withdrawn,
boring, or even sulky wolf. Nika hates change because it takes her out of her automatic
pilot condition of separating themselves from the world around others. In love, Nika
is regarded as an extremely sensual being. Being a wolf, she deals well with the
personal, physical senses and consequently all the pleasures associated with what she
can see, touch, smell and taste, add up to a special delight to her.
But, regarding that, Nika is a sweet and caring girl who just needs a little time, patience, and love.

Background/History [of pet]:
"Nika!!"
A stray voice lingered above the thick evening mist. It seemed to echo off of the
trees surrounding the small clearing. I turned my head around, making fur flip
this way and that, searching for the voice that now only seemed like a memory. I
reached my paw out, noticing that during this fright, that i had puffed up my fur in fright. I felt
fur brush past my hand and i flinched back.

"Shh, its allright," The same soothing voice whispered, this time closer than
before. My eyes widened as i heard a few branches crack under pressure. The mist
seemed to thicken at the loss of sunlight, being it harder to see through. I took a
step back, unaware of the female standing right behind me.

I bumped into her, causing myself to gasp loudly. I whipped around, with claws
unsheathed, preparing to defend myself like my defence master taught me.

But there was no way i was going to attack her. She was a small teenage wolf, almost to
my eyes, with a face like porcelain. Her bright red eyes shone, reflecting the
light from the moon that now hung by the edge of the trees.

"Oh," I said, stupidly. "Its you." I flicked my tail in anger, upset to have been frightened by my little sister. I gazed at her delicate features again, now noticing her rosy cheeks and her
long, pale pink fur. She seemed to freeze in time, as i stared at
her amazing beauty.
"Why couldn't i have her beauty?" I thought to myself.
She came to life again, not long after my staring became a little too strange to bear. She blushed slightly, igniting her face even more, which in turn made me furious. It was one thing to be stared at by a stranger, but not your sister...

"Sorry about that. I couldn't think of a way to not scare you. Mom wants us home for supper. You coming?"

She looked away, at the moon, with her back towards me. I mumbled a feeble "Sure."
She turned back at me and smiled this adorable smile and she bounced happily towards her home. I sighed,
having to be caught in this emotional crap again, and followed her towards the
glowing yellow light in the distance. I remembered that my mother, knowing that i was jealous of my sister, told me not to be jealous, but how could i not?

I padded off, following Lilianna towards our den. The moonlight glimmered off of our star-sprinkled pelts. I thought about how much i loved her, even though i didn't act like it. I sighed. I love so many people, except that i don't really show it. How could i show it, so i can become closer?

A large gush of wind blew, whipping out pelts from very direction. I attempted to walk toward my sister, who was a few tail-lengths ahead of me, and yelled against the screaming wind for her to stay put. I stretched paw before paw, unsheathing my claws to get a better grip on the grassy earth below me. Once, my paw slid, tearing mounds of earth and tossing them into the sky. I glanced up, squinting, looking for any signs of a tornado. Once i spotted the nearing whirlwind, adrenaline rushed through me and i raced against the wind to catch up with my sister, who was now creeping ahead towards a large willow tree. I finally caught up, and huddled together. We both spotted a small hole in the lower trunk, and glanced at each other, proving the twins telepathy theory. We both dove for the hole, narrowly making it it before the whirlwind passed. (Note: Trees in this time period were stronger because there were no humans to end their life faster, so therefore, the trees were stronger against natural disasters.)

Use [for pet]:i would use Nika for art, poetry, stories, RP, and many more!

Likes:
Nature- Nika enjoys nature. Every bit of it. She enjoys sitting around ponds, lakes,
and oceans for hours, gazing off and wondering what life would be like in a pack.

Running- Nika's most favorite activity is to run. She enjoys the breathtaking joy of
feeling the air whip right past your face and how it feels to release all that
tension and energy.

The night- Nika's most favorite time of day. The peaceful time and the silence of it
all calms her down and soothes her.

Physical items- Nika hates anything NOT physical. She likes things to be black and
white, not grey. Clearly, she dislikes emotions.

Being alone- If the noisy chatter bothers her, then what else but be alone? Although
it gets a little lonely, no sound is better than little sound.

Other animals- Despite Nika's rough look, her only friends are the cute things (well,
non-cute too), but not bunnies and mice though!

Practice fighting- What better way of releasing stress and gaining practice at the
same time?

Dislikes:
Crowds/Noisy Places/ The city- She. hates. noise.

Anything not physical- Emotions, and everything nonphysical bother her. If it is not
black and white, it is too complicated for her to deal with.

Strengths:
Fighting- Her secret natural talent
Protecting- Only for those she loves.
(will add more)

Weaknesses:
Emotion- Like a dagger to her heart, it pierces her soul every time her emotions are messed with.
(will add more)

WIP

(sister story and character to the other charater im applying for.

Mario Kart