♥ The Mwittens Lollapalooza V.3 ♥ For Sale

[Dylan Klebold]

I want a Custom Mwitten!!!!!!!!
Username:
The Medic
Gender:
Male
Package Name:
Pink Peppermint
Detailed Description:
Will get ^^
Reference:
Will get ^^

I must get the pets for my Mwitten, is it ok if I reserve a slot?

[snowleaper]

That is Cute V'nilla!


Chatzy anyone?

[Scribblestar]

I want a Custom Mwitten!!!!!!!!
Username:-Mario-
Gender: Male
Package Name: Mocha Mousse
Detailed Description: A tan mwitten with a coin on its head and two laves on its head and tail. It has pink ears and a pink tail. It has black around the pink.
Reference:

Sent payment!

[Sunny]

Customs are long closed uvu
And a quick announcement, YOU MAY NOW REPORT YOUR CHERRY UR FORMS!

[Lying_Lilacs]

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Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ »» Fail In Love
Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ »» Masilee Sakura Blossom
Fɪʀsᴛ Nᴀᴍᴇ »» Masilee

Mɪᴅᴅʟᴇ Nᴀᴍᴇ »» Sakura
Lᴀsᴛ Nᴀᴍᴇ »» Blossom
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ »» May; or Blossom
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ »» Female
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ »» She's straight, though
she has no problem with any other orientation
Aɢᴇ »» She's about fifteen years of age
Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀᴛᴇ »» June 13th, 1998
Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ Sɪɢɴ »» Gemini

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Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ »» Little May, the one who could do no wrong.
As a child, I was behaved, went to school, did my all around the house, for, what else could I have done? Orders had been given. . .And my mother was never the best, or the kindest, but she gave a roof to live under, and gave me enough clothing to suffice. My father had left while he still could, but I was left with the mangled pieces he decided to abandon. Also known as my mother.

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"DISHONOR! HOW COULD YOU HAVE LET IT SLIP THROUGH YOUR HANDS LIKE THAT?" My mother screeched, waving her hands about every which way as if she were directing the busy traffic of the city. "I-I'm sorry mother, I was gone for just a moment." I explained, the salt water already starting to gather in my eyes. It was not ten minutes ago, that I had just done something. . .Unforgiveable.

"Milk for sale, Milk for sale. . ." I droned on for what seemed like the millionth time as I trudged down the dirt covered street. I held a rope in one hand, and then, my bag in the other, as if it really mattered though, which was which. Yin clomped behind me, her hooves beating against the ground in protest, only what a cow like her would do after behind in the sun all day. I couldn't take it anymore, I needed to at least get a small meal to eat from one of the vendors, before the sun went down and they closed. I tied Yin to a post crudely, leaving my bag at her hooves. "I'll be right back, stay here." I told Yin, patting her head before walking off a few stalls down to get an apple, one of the cheapest things there. I turned my back for just a second. . .And both Yin, and my bag were gone, containing my family's pride, and the family's prized ring. I didn't know who to face her.

"GET OUT." The last scream from my mother rang in my ears, as the tears finally slipped out from my eyes. "B-But Mother." I stammered, trying to place the words. "Goodbye, Masilee."

I was packed in under an hour. . . That's how little our box was. Not an actual box of course, but that's the name I gave our apartment. I had saved up a bit of money throughout my life, leaving me with what must have been enough for at least one plane ticket, and a few meals worth.

I stepped out of the taxi, tired and exhausted from my ten hour plane trip. I bought one ticket . . . And then barely had enough to get anywhere in the taxi. That is, before the driver kicked me out due to my low funds. I sighed, grabbing my two bags and sitting down on the green grass. I let my paws brush along the plants, surprised on how well kept they were. I glanced around, curious to see who could have such a beautiful garden, and was welcomed with the gazes of many. I gasped, hiding behind my bags, but that did no good, you could still see my cowering tail, and the petals that encircled me. "I-I'm so s-s-orry to intrude on you kind peo-" I cut myself short, looking around again. It looked as if a celebration was going on, and it almost looked like the people surrounding me were food. . .A pink cat walked up to me with a warm smile, and her wings seemed to give a flutter. Wait. Her wings. "Hello, I'm Truffle, welcome to the Mwitten Lollapalooza." She said, smiling again. "I really must get out more often." I said, falling back into the grass and, well, fainting.


Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ »» Ｓｈｙ
Due to Masilee's more violent, and unloving background, she's more shy than you would think would come with that pretty face of hers. She stammers, and stutters, and is rendered helpless within moments of a conversation. She tends not to talk at all, due to the fact of her shyness.

Ｇｏｏｄｙ Ｔｗｏ Ｓｈｏｅｓ
Masilee Blossom, the one who could do no wrong, not even in the fact of injustice. She's always done what she's told, she always been a good little girl, for fear of punishment if not. So, with the stakes high, she decided to behave, and be a good little mwitten, and one who obeys.

Ｓｔａｍｍｅｒｉｎｇ
She has a stammering problem, one that comes alongside with stuttering, and her shyness. The three musketeers, more like it; Deadly, defying, and dangerous. Well, in exaggeration. She hates it, but cannot help it, and has learned to life with it all her life. So it's more of a bad habit to break now.

Ｕｎｃｏｎｆｉｄｅｎｔ
Masilee never grew up in a confident, loving environment, so you can only imagine the things that go on in her head after being punished, or yelled at. Obviously she could not do something good enough, obviously she was imperfect, so she had to improve, and do twice as well the next time. But what happens when she burns herself out?

Ｒｕｌｅ Ｆｏｌｌｏｗｅｒ
Masilee has, and always will follow the rules. It's something that should always be done, no matter what, and she can think no other way.

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CHUGGLE

[booshcat]

.......................... booshcat

.......................... cerise

.......................... "Cerise, they say." "Look at that cutie, KitMit sure is an amazing artist." And similar phrases were all Cerise ever heard, being a painting hung on the wall of the most famous art museum in the world. "It looks almost like my own cat," people would say. That's all Cerise longed for. To be a real cat. To walk the busy streets of Paris. To feel hunger. To satisfy that hunger with tasty catnip. That's all Cerise ever wanted. The Artist, KitMit, had originally named it "Cherry" but being in France, Cerise stuck with her, as it meant 'Cherry' in French. She could never look at herself, she only hears and sees the people who view her each day. Cerise has found out, from the tourists, that she is a white kitten, with a cherry blossom tree on her leg, with cherry blossoms blowing in a wind that ceased to show itself on the worn down canvas. The canvas showed old age, but the life in Cerise's eyes kept the painting gold, new. The longing to be out in the real world kept the painting alive. Cerise's museum hours kept her slightly entertained. She enjoyed laughing at silly tourists and rich snobs all day, of course no one could hear the noises she makes. Every once and a while, however, they can be heard. Cerise can be heard. Just for a short time. Sometimes during hours, and sometimes during the night after closing, it was purely random. People walking by would either turn towards Cerise, or look behind them and think nothing of it. Until one day. A tourist walked by, staring at the painting, followed by a man in a dark purple suit. The tourist wore an "I <3 Paris" shirt, and an Eiffel Tower foam hat. Cerise thought she looked awfully silly compared to the man in formal attire. She snorted her laughter, and it was one of those special moments. She made a noise. She was heard! The man sharply turned his head towards Cerise. "I've heard stories of paintings like you. Many of my colleagues have claimed to resurrect souls from paintings. Souls that have longed to live, but were silenced by the paint they're enclosed in. I've been searching this museum for a while, listening. Every waning crescent, Souls like yours are unsilenced, for a brief moment." He examined me further. "It's a surprise a famous piece like yourself is alive. No one knows how it happens, but it does." The man lifted Cerise off the wall and shoved her canvas into his jacket, walking out as simply as the man who stole the Mona Lisa many years before did. When Cerise was lifted from under his coat, it was inside an apartment. This apartment was magical, fun objects everywhere and brightly colored. The man placed Cerise on a table and sat down in front of her. "We are going to get your soul free, tomorrow." He said confidently, as he stood up and turned to walk to bed. "My name is Archipelago, or Archi. And I'm a magician, by the way." He called over his shoulder before turning off the lights. Cerise was left in the darkness hearing nothing but Archi's footsteps fading.
The next morning, Archi came back out to Cerise. "And now, we release your soul." He simply said. Cerise's mind pondered. "I know, usually things like this work right away only in fairytales, but lucky for you little missy. I've been experimenting, waiting for this moment. I have made this foolproof, my fellow Magicians have approved it. Your painting may be ruined forever, but your soul will run free. You will turn into a cat. You'll be able to find a family, to be loved. To live." Archipelago said, as he grabbed a bottle of almost glowing liquid from a suitcase he had dragged in. He began pouring it onto the painting. Cerise could feel the canvas weakening, and her colors fading. She stopped everything for a moment. It was all black. Suddenly, Cerise saw melted colors. It was her canvas she had been stuck inside. She was free! Cerise looked at Archipelago and meowed her thank yous. Archi grinned at her. "Feels nice to be something, doesn't it girlie?" He said, flashing a grin. "Go check yourself out in the mirror, eat, and be on your way. Go find a family!" Cerise followed the direction of Archi's finger, finding a mirror. She looked, and her jaw dropped. Cerise was stunning. A perfect white kitten with a gorgeous cherry blossom tree design perfectly on her leg, and a split tail. Her eyes gleamed a dark shade of pink, almost red.As she had heard people describe, cherry blossoms were fluttering around her, following her with each step. She. was. flawless. "Impresive, huh?" Archi said, chuckling. "Here, eat quick." He added, placing a bowl of chopped chicken breasts in front of Cerise. It was real food! Cerise almost couldn't believe it. She was a real cat! She depended on this food! Cerise chowed down on the chicken, savoring every bite. She licked the dish clean, and with a loving purr, thanked Archipelago and said her goodbyes, as she walked out into the cruel world.
The streets were busy, intimidating, almost. Many people tried to swipe Cerise up, or swat her away, but she was too fast for them. Cerise had walked the streets during the day, and slept little. She ate little, she loved little. The scenery was beautiful, as beautiful as it could get from the bottom of the concrete. Cerise wandered for many days, months, maybe. Her shiny coat was no longer a gleaming white, and the tree looked dirty. You could hardly tell the pink cherry blossoms were there, they looked like musty old leaves against the tree bark colors on her leg. The blossoms that usually swirled around her, barely lifted off the ground as they slowly trailed behind her.
Cerise wondered to herself, how many times one could walk around France. She was confident she knew each street and each building more than she knew about herself. She was still homeless, she still looked horrible, but she did manage to clean up a little bit in the sidewalk puddles after the recent thunderstorms.

Cerise is well out of France now. She probably hasn't seen Archi in what has been, possibly a year or two. She no longer knew the streets, or the buildings. Heck, she didn't even know the grounding. It was cold, snowy, dark. Cerise was in a town, she had to be. There were people, cars, buildings. But it wasn't busy. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw lights moving in the sky, taking complete control of the landscape and shining it's light across the dark town. They were shades of green and purple. The light streaks, that is. She stands still, her head turned to the left as she watches the lights dance across the sky. That was their home, the lights lived in the sky. Just as the moon and stars do. And Cerise lived in the Earth she has traveled for so long. She lays down, surrounded by snow. Maybe one day I'll watch the lights from my own place on this Earth, a place where I belong, and a place where I am loved. She thought, as she drifted to sleep under the radiant night sky.

.......................... lonely. curious. dreamer. confused. sweet.






"maybe one day I won't be invisible, and people will see me for me." -me?idk
Yes I'm aware I drew the last scene of her as a horsey.

chuggle

[Fighter Wolf]

• Username:
• New Name for Cherry: Blossom
• History: Blossom was a orphan she was found outside Lollapalooza dangaling from a blossom tree. I heard her crys and rescued her and shes stayed with me ever since.
• Personality: Curious, adventurous, nature lover and excitable.
• At least 3 Pieces of Art Based on Cherry's Design: (You can order art from other artists, but at least one piece must be made by you! Do not use Linearts)
• Post the form here with the word: CHUGGLE

I really need to write more for my forms.

[Water Your ♥'s Rose]

Where is that mwitten?

[Sunny]

Mini Adoption Center!

. : ⚔ : . Please fill out this form if you are looking to adopt a mwitten! Your form won't count if it doesn't follow the code. iPad and iPhone/Android users is not an excuse, you still have the ability to copy and paste.

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[center][color=#ec008c]♥ I want a mwitten!!!!!!!!! ♥
[b]♥ Username ♥[/b]
[b]♥ Litter Number ♥[/b]
[b]♥ Mwitten Number ♥[/b]
[b]♥ Mwitten Name ♥[/b]
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Litter 1:
Hmm... are you sure these are cats? They look like dogs! And a...uh tennis ball? Well, that little guy should watch out while the dogs are out!
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2. Reserved, sorry!
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I'm sorry but what? When or where did I EVER give you permission to do this?? Nowhere. This is NOT acceptable, and I am very, very unhappy about this.

Artists, you may NOT release your own litter, this is not your job uvu Your job is to supply them, not release them uvu

[Lying_Lilacs]

Oh, what a pretty little girl we've got here. <3
Hmm, but she looks so out of place in the cold shadows, she looks like she belongs next to a bright fireplace.



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[b]I'll keep her warm![/b]
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