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[.The Bootless Box.]

Username:
Ɯιℓ∂ɛƨтѲиɛƨ Ƭнαт Яʋи
Kennel Number:
172
Name:
Kanti
Name Meaning:
Native American Algonquin name meaning "sings."
Gender:
female
Breed/Species:
Zebra
Personality:

hyper, lovable, and loves music. most of what she talks about is music. Which is great since most of my charries love some kind of music, or all music.
Hyper~ she bounces from place to place happily. Never really gets bored.
Lovable~ She is very loving she trust almost to easly for some. She will love just about anything.
Unstopable~ She really only has one thing she dislikes and that is a world without music. But she has not seen one so currently her kryptonite is flies. Yep she absoultly very strongly dislikes flies. Every Zebra and equine alike dislikes them but her more than most.
Background/History:
She had been a lone for far to long. She had stayed on her own from birth because her mother died giving birth to her but it never really phased her. She went looking for someone to talk to. She found a small chibbi neon colored canine, named Neon Lights, but Neon Lights went by Nikki. They traveled together for a while before she found a home. Then Kanti tried out for a music designer place on a really cool show, but she was told she couldn't do it. She told herself she could nothing would get in her way. She tried for a long time and never achieved it. But one day she offered to live at a safe heaven full of animals who occasionally had parties and they always needed a good dj. She turned them down but told them that she might one day join them. She worked with a small pet store for sometime and then left politely. She walked down the streets and roads for a long time. Not just in one city she was traveling far and wide. Soon she met up with a young cat named Mikki. They both were happy traveling together and stayed with each other for a long time.
(This part still be a major W.I.P. due to writing block )
Use:
to be a loved charrie and maybe used in a rp if i can find one for colorful Zebras.
Other:I will move her soon but i don't currently have my little place set up yet for her so she will stay with my MLPs for now.

Favorites:

Favorite Animal:
Yep her fav animal is a kitty kat

Favorite Shoe:
Converse! (Those are her converse)

Favorite Season:
spring she thinks it is so pretty with all the colors of flowers and stuff.

Favorite color:
Lime Green


and well just about any thing.

Best Friend:
Mikki

Name:Mikki

rank:kittypet
age:15 moons
gender:female
kits:none yet
mate:
eye color:blue
color:brown and white
other:
Art:none yet
(Made it a little easier to find out about Mikki)

Art:





Clockworks

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I didn't make my own lines for Sage and Ellie, I colored this in

[byyrde]

Withdrawal

"Good evening!"
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Username;;
Festus(CH)

Kennel Number;;
#119
{{Number. 119}}

Want/Use;;
I've always been curious about Steam Punk characters. They're really interesting for me. I mean, I have attempted to design them before but I haven't ever really been able to. Here's one, absolutely gorgeous, amazing design, not to mention that awesome top hat, and he's available for adoption. I'm in love. I had to try for him, plus Sherlock said I should. She was very happy when I was interested in the design, and that just said I had to go for him. ouo
I have Sherlock's permission to go for the design, you can ask her/I can show you our PM.
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Name;;
Warren

Gender;;
Male

Species;;
Canine
Wolf//Irish Wolfhound Mix

Age;;
Appears middle-aged

Orientation;;
Straight
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Physical Attributes;;
--Robotic Right Leg
--Weak Left Shoulder Blade
--Weak Left Ankle
--Tall, Lanky
--Very thin for age

Mental Attributes;;
--Sharp powerful mind
--Slightly insane
--Phobic of not knowing time

Items/Accessories;;
--Top Hat((pwn))
--Many leather straps across shoulders/hindquarters/legs
--Goggles
--Pouch
--Clock Collar
--Metal Plates on his legs

Likes;;
-Clocks
-Fiddling with Clockwork
-Small walks
-His job

Dislikes;;
-Not knowing the time
-His boss
-Ticking clocks
-Rude or annoying people
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Personality;;
Quirked
Warren has a lot of strange quirks, and this includes his personality. He has a very awkward way of thinking, and is very likely to burst out a random, often rude, comment at people. This can stop a conversation very quickly. He also has a tendency to act quirky, which includes walking funny and licking his upper lips constantly. Warren just has that partially mental personality, and cannot help it.
{"I'll admit that people call me quirky. I can't help myself but to... Hey, your fly is down."}

Ghastly
Warren has a tendency to drift about with no purpose, a lot like a ghost would. He can act hollow and empty at times, and might completely ignore a person for no reason. He often acts ghastly around his boss, who hates it intensely. Warren will often walk lightly with his head down and not talk at all, his eyes forming black circles from sleep deprecation when he does, adding to the ghost effect.
{"Sometimes I just don't get enough sleep. People are known to call me a ghost but I ignore them and keep my head low."}

Gentle
A true gentle giant, Warren is soft when he works. His paws can strike with a thunderous force, or sweep away with the slightest touch. For his particularly massive size, Warren has a particularly gentle appearance. When not acting in a ghostly way, he often has a gentle look about those soft blue eyes, and a non-threatening demeanor. When in this act he is most trusted and most loved.
{"I would definitely call myself a gentle giant. I don't want to hurt anyone, and instead want people to trust me."}

Precise
While on many occasions having a gentle hand/paw, Warren also has a very precise way of life. He is always spot on time to anything, and hates to consider running late. He can use his paws so expertly and precisely, that even the smallest pieces and bits are easily fitted wherever they need to go. Sometimes Warren gets incredibly precise, able to place a pin perfectly, and is hard to snap out of it.
{"I love perfection in preciseness. It helps my job out greatly."}

Calm
Warren has a very calm demeanor. While at times his slight insanity affects his behavior and thus gives him high tension, on most occasions he is calm and cautious. He is not one to overreact quickly over small things, and even takes his time on larger things. This calmness is how he is able to withstand the numerous teasing and yelling he gets at his job, since he can just ignore it.
{"It's no use being high-strung and tense, there's no fun in it."}


Background//History;;
May 21, 1931
Thursday

Thursday is a brisk day, passing by the eyes of one faster than you would think. Unusual for my regular, busy schedule, I found myself with enough time to leave work for an hour and wander about the great city of London. There is so much to see, so much to relish and enjoy, and I don't think I shall ever be able to forget London, even if I leave it for time and time again.
I trundled straight to the bakery shop, my favorite place on all occasions. There was the usual few there; The maid fetching a few loaves and a young boy picking at his biscuit, not to mention a few others. Striding straight to the counter, I chose the usual delicacy. A small mint cake, with a leaf of mint atop it. It was cheap and plentiful, and tasted quite grand, often leaving the consumer's breath to smell like the mint plant for some time.
On my way out I spied the Pawn Shop, where it was often quite empty. "Burguneon's Shop Of All" was not necessarily unpopular, just unneeded at the time. It had been looked over by countless people, while an eager store keeper waited inside. I, on occasion, explored Burguneon's, but only on specific days. For some reason, I felt drawn to the little store that Thursday. I HAD to go in. Popping in, Burg greeted me with great enthusiasm. I was the only visitor all day, and he recognized me as the one who bought the old pouch, which I still wear on my hips.
"Greetings! Come in, come in!" He said, with great eagerness. I stepped in with a smile. Slowly looking about, I explored the curious place once more. The usual things were there; The dolls without appendages, broken bicycles, and the occasional half-a-dollhouse. I strode past with little interest, but quickly something caught my eye. A small, leather bound brown book. Curious, I took a look at the cover, where a large golden gear had been placed, thin and frail but firmly held to the book. I sat down and took a look within. There was nothing. Blank pages, prepared for the creativity of any mind lucky enough to be holding it! My heart jumped at the chance and I bought the book without thinking.
Time and time again, I surprise myself. This is certainly one of those times.
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May 23, 1931
Saturday

Tick tock. Tick tock. I've got the clocks in my head now. It's impossible to not hear the incessant ticking and tocking in my mind as I sleep. All the time I spend with those wonderful clockworks, and yet so little I gain from them, other than a headache. My work in the stations as "clock-master" is a feverish one. I have not had clock-less peace in quite the long time, but I don't particularly mind. Clocks are fine company, even if they love to speak their ticking-tocking language. I even wrote a poem about clocks, though if anyone cared it would surprise me.
"Hear the ticking, there's the tocking
And the pendulum that's rocking
In the never-ending tone
Of that endless ticking drone"
I know, it's not powerful or anything, but it is what it is.
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May 24, 1931
Sunday

I am impatient with my boss today. My work is in train station clocks, I specialize in their repair and setting of station clocks, and have traveled here and there to work with them. But still I am paid little. My boss this time is refusing to pay me fully, docking my wages because I did a "bad job" on one of the clocks.
He is a liar and a jerk. And he still has not paid me. My tail swings side to side as I become increasingly impatient with him. What would happen if someone found him lying dead, in a gutter? I wouldn't mind at all. Maybe I'd get a new boss who would be nicer and paid more money. I have a lot to pick with my current one, but if I did I'd be fired.
I enjoy my work with clocks and getting fired is not what I would like for myself. So I'll wait for now.

Later,

He finally arrived with that stupid pay-check. Only 10 shillings! I was receiving a good 15 before he docked me. What a stupid price take. I could hardly survive on my current pay, now it's even harder, since a half pound barely buys necessities. I am outraged, but will bide my time. I hope that man drops dead.
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May 25, 1931
Monday

I am surprised at the stupidity of the people around me. I know it is rude to say, but many of them understand absolutely nothing. Why just today I got in trouble because of something someone else did.
I happened to be working hard on a pair of old clocks in dire need of repair, easing a wrench and turning the gears, oiling the many moving parts, and fixing all that was broken. Now, my paws get greasy really easily, and sometimes it gets hard to hold a wrench. I normally had a cloth wrapped around them, but today I had forgotten it in my sleeping alcove.
As I worked, one of the wrenches started slipping out of my paw. I tried to balance it but my other paw was holding a heavy pair of gears and it was all but going to stay put. "Look out!" I yelped. A tall, unfriendly gentleman strode by at the moment, his leather briefcase swinging effortlessly at his side. He looked up momentarily, as the wrench fell, smacking the briefcase out of his hand and sending it flying. I watched with my jaw wide open, disbelieving that the wrench missed him. He wasn't so amused.
This 'orderly gentleman' screamed like a howler monkey! His face grew bright red, like a cherry, as he complained and snapped, claiming I had purposely ruined his briefcase and that I was going to find a lawsuit at my doorstep. I did nothing and returned to work. I was about ready to drop another wrench on him too, and maybe that one wouldn't miss. As I finished, I came down from the clocks, only to receive another volley of complaints. I was tired and restless at the same time, so resumed a usual drifting uselessly while he watched, then as he hurried off I smiled and walked away.
Yes, bad day I'll admit, but it is always fun to see how people react to small things in life.
I never got my wrench back either, he took it for "evidence".
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Hammertime

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Username: Flare<3

Kennel Number: 120

Name [of pet]: Sage

Gender [of pet]: Male

Breed/Species [of pet]: Wolf

Personality [of pet]: Sage is a very fun, mysterious, and flirtatious wolf. He interprets rules very loosely, and comes close to breaking them often. Sage also is a big hopeless romantic! He loves to go to the cliffs and watch the stars over the lake. Sage is a nice guy once you get to know him, he is kindhearted. However, he will defend his friends and loved ones, from any threat. He hides out a lot because he is a stray, and he stays around the Fire Pack's territory because he knows theres food and a water source. He makes sure he is never seen though or his scent is never smelled.

Background/History [of pet]: I carefully lapped the water of the lake, its mineral-flavored tang soothing my thirsty throat. The birds chirped loudly on this fine spring morning, letting me know that I was safe. I sighed as I looked up into the depths of the bright glowing sun, its rays casting brilliant golden streaks against my white fur. I closed my eyes and just soaked it all in.

I hadn't noticed that the birds had stopped chirping and were fluttering away across the sky. I looked around, but saw nothing that would frighten them. Still, I was on the Fire Pack's territory, this was the only place I knew of for water. I had put a trail of fox dung to cover my scents, and although it smelled it prevented anything else from being smelled, including me. Suddenly my eyes caught those of glowing orange ones from the forest, different shades of brilliant fiery colors. Before I could think the wolf leapt at me, both of us tumbling into the lake.

With many splashes she ended up on top, and lucky for me the water was shallow enough for my head to feel fresh air. "Who are you?!" She demanded, trying to look fierce and demanding. "This is Fire Pack territory!" She hissed, more like she was afraid that someone else would find me instead of at me. She looked behind her quickly and then back to me.

"I just wanted to see if the rumors were true." I sighed, my body uncaring what would happen because somewhere inside I knew this female wouldn't hurt me. "The wolves here are the prettiest around."

The fae snorted in disgust. "Seriously?! Is this your way of trying to get out of this?!" She snapped, seeming angrier now.

"No, its my way of flirting." I said, making sure to make eye contact the whole time with her.

She averted her gaze and sighed. "Just get out, and don't come back!" She said, getting off me.

Now I got a good look at the fae, and she was pretty. She had thick orange hair covering her right eye, and I could see a thick strand going down behind her ear. Her fur was a blue-teal kind of color, and on her side she had three orange marks like mine. "Thats a shame, I was starting to enjoy our time together." I sighed, getting up lazily and shaking the water off my pelt.

"Can you please just stop. Just go away." She said, trying to growl but I could tell that I was getting to her.

"I wish I could, but I kinda need water to drink." I said, climbing out of the water. "If you want me to leave, come back tonight when the moon is at its peak." I said flirtatiously, and the fae rolled her eyes.

"My names Sage, by the way, and I'm guessing I'll see you tonight?" I said, winking at her as I trotted back into the forest out of Fire Pack territory, leaving her with an astonished look on her face.

Use [for pet]: I really want to use this beautiful design for a comic I am making, he's a main character.

Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]: Well just saying the fae in the story is Ellie that I applied for ^.^ I hope thats ok, and I have some art too, I colored this in.


Also, he likes Ellie and later will become her mate.
Hammertime

I finished making his form ^.^

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Picture{s} of pet:

Username: Flare<3
Name: Red
Gender: Male
Breed/Species: Wolf
Preferences/Requirements:
You can change the name and gender and species, but I would like the design to stay the same.
Lineart/Artist/Credits:
viewtopic.php?t=961200 Lineart here by EmberWolf
Design by me
Ozo

Was this ever accepted?

[Darkest.Nation]

Please don't repost forms or tell us if you're done. We will see it once the CD happens and we'll take it as is form the original post that you edit as much as you need.

We have "fillers", as our kennels are overflowing, so we have pets to put into kennels after a CD clears out a few current kennels. It's likely your dog was in the filler preps and you can find him by using the search bar.

Yay for power of suggestion and reading. c:

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Oops, sorry about that! Thank you

[glass]

Username

CandyGirl120

Name

You Choose

Gender

You Choose

Breed/Species

Lion or Tiger

Preferences/Requirements

~You choose name and gender
~ It can be a lion or a tiger
~ Do not change colors, but you may take off stripes if it is a lion
~ Do not let him/her collect dust

Lineart/Artist/Credits

http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?t=583465 Mauston's Tiger Editable

Ozo

[versicolor]

Picture{s} of pet:

Username:
Jelli
Name:
( You choose ).
Gender:
Male
Breed/Species:
Horse
Preferences/Requirements:
Must stay horse, breed doesn't matter.
Gender can change.
Design cannot change, but minor accessories can be added.
Love him!
Lineart/Artist/Credits:
Here.


Picture{s} of pet:

Username:
Jelli
Name:
( You choose ).
Gender:
Male
Breed/Species:
Horse
Preferences/Requirements:
Must stay horse, breed doesn't matter.
Gender can change.
Design cannot change, but minor accessories can be added.
Love him!
Lineart/Artist/Credits:
Here.


Picture{s} of pet:

Username:
Jelli
Name:
( You choose ).
Gender:
Female
Breed/Species:
Horse
Preferences/Requirements:
Must stay horse, breed doesn't matter.
Gender can change.
Design cannot change, but minor accessories can be added.
Love her!
Lineart/Artist/Credits:
Here.
Ozo

[Wesley]

As the popularity of trading characters is increasing, I believe that it is time that I add this rule and make myself clear. Any character that you adopt from the SCAA or the SCAA Urgent Care cannot be traded away. If you no longer want them, donate them back here or to some other adoption place. Ask permission before giving away for free. But as for selling and trading, you cannot do so. Ever. Thank you for your compliance.