Symphony Character Adoption Agency - CD + OPEN! :)

[milk-sharks]

Username: patootie67
Kennel Number:212
Lineart Link/Credits: patootie67
New picture:http://patootie678.deviantart.com/art/Revamp-for-cs-510473705
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[amavi.]

Bump! I hope there will be a code drop soon, I can't wait to see if I got something!

[chamomile.]

(Sorry I can't get pictures of the characters, all I can get are urls. I hope that's ok? It's urls to the characters/their picture.)
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Username:
Punchy!
Name:
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Gender:
Female
Breed/Species:
Cat
Preferences and Requirements for adoption:
You can change her design, name, species, ect, but I would prefer if she remained female (or nonbinary). Please take care of her.
Today's Date:
2/2/2015
Lineart Link, design credits, etc.:
Mistigrix made the lineart, and I made the design.
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[Krycifer]

Username:
Ayye my user is Ki.

Kennel Number:
32

Use:
I just want another character to love, write about, and absolutely spoil with art. I want another guy to bring home to my imagination and my 'headworld'. c:

Name:
Okami, but Oki for short.

Gender:
Male.

Species and/or specific breed:
Wolf. uwu

Personality:
WIP

History/Background:
WIP

Likes/dislikes/art, etc. (optional):
WIP

butthetruthisthatimissyou

[Sethh]

Username:
rycia
Kennel Number:
212
Use:
I have always loved cats. I love cats more than cats love themselves, cats are the most hilarious and cute things ever!
I would love to own this little angel, and If she goes to me she will be;;
-Constantly roleplayed/have stories written about her
-Constantly drawn
-And all around loved
She is a very beautiful character and I want the best for her!
Name:
I don't really think the name Cali-cat fits this character, the kennel says nothing about changing the name so I chose the name;
"Olivia"
I didn't chose the name because of it's root meaning[it means Olive Tree], I chose the name because of the way it rolls off the tongue.
Nicknames:
Olivia likes to be called Olly, it sounds masculine, but it has a lot of meaning for her.
Why Olly?:
Olly's mother died while giving birth to her. Well, not exactly, after Olly was born Vanessa[Olly's mother] became very sick. Nobody could figure out what was wrong with her. Before Vanessa died, she requested her husband call Olivia 'Olly'.
The only memory Olly has of her mother is a pair of beautiful blue eyes.
Gender:
Olly is female.
Species and/or specific breed:
Personality:
History/Background:
Likes/dislikes/art, etc. (optional):

This form is a work in progress!
butthetruthisthatimissyou

[Sketchasaur]

Username: Splatter

Kennel Number: 244

Use:
She'll be playing a part in one of my character's story.
Her role in the story would be the lookout/scout due to her alertness.
She'll be known as the heart of the group.

Name: Oreo

Gender: Female

Species and/or specific breed: Rabbit/Bunny

Personality: Alert, focused, cautious, sweet, stubborn, decisive, clever

History/Background:
She was a lone rabbit, not apart of a particular herd. She has tried to join a few but the alpha rabbit never approved. Since then she has given up on friends and a family up until that one day. The day her life changed and this time, not for the worst. Like any other day, this day started out normal. Sitting on a stump of a tree and looking out in the distance. Suddenly a huge body crashed into her, stunned she looked up and noticed an odd creature. That creature's name was Casper(My character) and he along with his two buddies accepted her in. Though they didn't simply just allow her in out of the blue. They both originally tried to kill her for food but she fought back with her tiny claws and teeth. She even used tricks and such on them to escape and Casper thought that she'd be of use to them than being their dinner. Her quick actions earned her the role of being the lookout. Since then, she has helped Casper and his crew escape with valuables to aid them in survival and some things just to keep them happy.

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[Kenobi.]

Username: Fuzzyrainbowkittys
Kennel Number: 59
Use:
I will use him in future storys, and other un-planned stuff
Name:
Russel
Gender:
Male
Species and/or specific breed:
Dog
Personality:
Brave / Hateful / Antisocial / Quite
He is fearless and brave, he never backs down from a fight. He doesn't like people/other animals very much, he usually has a bad attitude. He likes to be by himself and if someone tries to go by him he just goes somewhere else. He doesn't talk much. The most he has said is ''Get away from me I don't like you'' usually he just calls people names or says go away. And for some reason he never sneezes.
History/Background:
He was born in a box in a alley in New York City. His mom only took care of his litter until he was old enough to take care of himself. But she only fed them, she never taught them anything. After she left the litter tried to stay together. At 5 months old all the litter except Russel was taken to the shelter. Russel was chasing a rat when they where taken, when he got back he thought his whole litter abandoned him! So ever since then he hasn't be able to trust anyone. So for the next 3 years he took care of himself in NYC. He managed to escape shelters, even avoid people who tried to rescue him! He became known as the stray to avoid. He would bite and growl and do everything he could to get away. But one foggy morning a brave group of SCAA volunteers decided to try to catch him. Russel fought them off the best he could but he was captured.
After getting cleaned up and taken the vet he was put up for adoption.
Likes/dislikes/art, etc. (optional):
Likes: Nothing Dislikes: Everything
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[▸Atlas.]

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Username ;; Dovepawlover.

Use ;; Cinnamon is going to get their own post on my character thread- which I will be fixing up if I win them (gonna do it anyway, I'd just do it sooner xD). They'd get a tonnnn of art, as they are adorable and I really want to get some group art of her and my mains, Jokester and Ginger, who are mentioned in her history. Also going to re-do my trade rules to include her, and I plan on roleplaying with her as well. c:

Why I Want Them ;; I had a beloved pet named Cinnamon, whom I sadly lost about a month ago. Yes, Cinnamon was a chicken, but just having this chance to own a character with their name fills me with joy. And if I actually do win, heck, I may explode with happiness XD. Since this character's revamp, I've been wanting them. I love the design of them so much, and the moment I laid eyes on them I thought to myself "That right there. The perfect friend for my main, Ginger." Took me awhile to convince myself to tryout for them, but I manged to do it, and each time I see them I love them more and more.


Kennel Number ;; They reside in kennel 142.

Name ;; "My name is Cinnamon. Now, don't go and think I'm all sweet and friendly just cuz of my name is nice. Ever taste pure cinnamon? If I wasn't named after my coat color, I was named after that."

Gender ;; "Female. If you thought I was male, I'll destroy you."

Age ;; "I'm seven months old, so what?"
Birthday ;; "December 9th. I think..."

Species ;; "I'm a canine, dog if you will, encase you didn't notice."
Breed ;; "I'm a dumb Miniature Aussie, or Australian Shepherd. Doesn't help that I'm a runt, too! I hate being this small... At least I'm not a Toy Aussie, I guess... "

Likes ;; "I enjoy getting dirty, wrestling with my bigger brothers, and eating."
Dislikes ;; "I don't like thunder much... Nor do I like bath-day or early mornings."

Relationships ;; "I have a lot of family, give me a moment to name them all.
"There's my aunt, Jessie, who passed away not long ago. Thought I'd mention her anyway.
"Then there's my mother and father, Bell and Jack.
"My brothers, Claude, Bruce and Pumpkin. Heh, Pumpkin...
"And my two sisters, Rosemary and Sugar.
"And, well, my very close friend, Ginger.
"We're not related or anything, but she's like family to me."

Personality ;;
Outspoken // Brave // Foolish // Daredevil // Can Be Friendly
"I am a very outspoken dog. I don't keep things to myself and I share my opinions- even if they do offend someone. I'm not one to really care about that. I've got to much on my mind to care. I also consider myself to be very brave, though others may call it stupidity. By others, I mean that jerk Ginger ran off with, Jokester, and my brothers. But Pumpkin, that is. He's a sweet lil' guy. I will admit that at times I can be a bit foolish. I often fail to think things through and just dive into a challenge head first. I am also quite the daredevil, and make a point to accept any dare my siblings give me. I'm not one to shy away from a challenge. Like most people, I can be friendly at times, but most of the time I choose not to. It's just more fun being how I am then pretending to be some sweet little dog living up to their sweet little name."

History ;;
"My history doesn't have much to it, as I am only a pup, after all. But I'll give ya the details, so as to make it more interesting. Just let me set the scene for you..."

"I was born on a farm to my mother and father, Bell and Jack, in a large litter. They were both working dogs, herding the Farmer's sheep, chasing things away from the chicken coop and in my dad's case, hunting. My mother was always a Miniature Aussie, but she was large for one of that breed, and the Farmer didn't expect her to have as tiny pups as she did. The day we all opened our eyes, she informed us that we wouldn't be on the farm long. The two largest, Bruce and Claude, were to be kept for working dogs. Where as the other four of us were to be sold as house-pets. None of us liked the idea, but we came to accept it eventually. After she told us, though, my sister Sugar was always worrying that the Farmer would take us away while we were sleeping. My mother eventually got it through to her that we wouldn't leave until we were about eight months old. We were about three months old at the time. Here's where I will begin my story."

"C'mon! Why don't you want to play?" I barked, nudging my friend Ginger in the side. We were in the yard outside of the barn where my family and I slept. The sun was bright and high in the sky, just past noon. Long shadows were cast by nearby trees. In one of those shadows, Ginger was pretending to sleep.

Ginger raised her head and looked at me. Her eyes were half open and she was wearing a bored expression. "You know how protective your mother is of you, Cinnamon. I may only be a Shiba Inu, but I'm a lot bigger than you. I don't want to hurt you by mistake." She said, laying her head back down. "Besides," she said after a moment. "I'm tired, and we were just playing."

"We weren't just playing!" I protested. "You've been laying there since the Farmer took my dad out to herd the sheep! That was hours ago, encase you hadn't realized it." I added to the end.

"Before you bug me anymore, Cinnamon, I want to remind you of something. I'm six years old next month. I have the right to be lazy if I want to. I'll play with you later, alright? Just let me take an old-lady nap."

It often slipped my mind at how much older Ginger was than I. Maybe because she was often as hyper as my brother Pumpkin was when it was time for sleep. "Fine," I said to Ginger. "Take your old-lady nap. I'm going to go herd the sheep with Jack."

"You know your mother doesn't want you out there, Cinnamon..." Ginger murmured, slowly drifting off.

"Ya, I know." I smirked then trotted off towards the fields.


The lush green grass of the field blew in the breeze, seeming to call my name as I walked. I loved the field, but my mother never let me go with my dad herding. She said it was to dangerous for a small dog like myself. Ha! Once, my brother Bruce had dared me to go into a cow's pin while they were freaking out because a wolf had howled outside. I had nearly been trampled, quite a few times actually, but my small size had made it easier to avoid the cow's hoofs. If I could get out of that without more than a few bruises, I'm pretty sure I should be able to herd.

After a few more moments, I spotted my dad running alongside some straying sheep. His dull brown-grey spotted fur looked bright in the sunshine, and his teeth glimmered whenever he opened his muzzle to bark.

"Hey, dad!" I called, hopping over to him.

Jack's head turned to look at me, the sheep slipping past him and trotting off. "Does your mother know you're out here?" He asked, rather annoyed.

"Yes," I lied, and didn't say any more. He nodded his head and pointed his muzzle at a few baby sheep.

"Those two over there keep straying. Try and keep them with the herd. I gotta get this girl." He said quickly, then ran off after the escaping sheep. I turned my head and looked at the babies. Easy. I thought.

Ever so slowly, I crept up on the sheep as they began to wander. I kept my belly low to the ground and barely made a noise. But one of them saw me and startled, head-butting his sibling in the side and taking off. The other sheep followed, with me right behind them yapping. This is so fun! I thought to myself. Only a second later I felt tiny horns hit my side as the mother of the lambs attacked me.

I rolled across the ground, landing on my side. The mother sheep advanced, seeming to want to trample me for chasing her kids. I prepared for her hoofs to hit me, closing my eyes and waiting. But the impact never came. I peeked open my eyes and saw my dad herding the mother sheep back to her young. I felt pure relief, until he turned around and started walking back towards me.

"What do you think you're doing, Cinnamon? You can't chase lambs like you want to eat them!" He barked once he was close to me. "If you scare the lambs, you'll always be attacked by their mother. You're lucky you weren't hurt to badly." Jack stared down at me. I had sat up while he spoke, and was now staring at the ground. I heard my father sigh. "Get back to the barn and tell your mother what happened. I'll let her deal with you, I have to go herd that mother and her lambs back to the group." He barked, then walked away before I had even sat up.

Upset and aching in my side, I walked back to the barn with my head down. I past Ginger, whom was still sleeping and snoring rather loudly. I walked up to the barn door, which was open a crack so my family and I could come and go. I took a deep breath then walked in. My mother was playing tug-of-war with my smallest brother, Pumpkin. She appeared to be letting him win.

"Hey, Mom." I said nervously, walking up to her. Jack was normally the calm one who let me do what I wanted. Bell, on the other hand, was strict and got very mad whenever I did anything "dangerous". Basically, if I even ate to quickly she'd get mad.

Bell looked over at me, her eyes narrowed. She dropped the rope she had been tugging, and Pumpkin ran off with it. "What did you do now, Cinnamon?" She asked, already getting ticked.

I faced the ground, my ears no longer perked as they normally were. It wasn't like I was scared of my mom, really, I'm not. I just really hate it when she's mad at me. Her voice gets all high and it hurts my ears, and she always ends up punishing me- no matter what it was that I did. I decided I didn't want to be punished, so I lied. Looking up at her, I said: "I ate some of the pig slop to see how it tasted..." I tried to sound as guilty as possible, which was easy, considering I went to the field.

Bell sighed. "Really, Cinnamon? I thought you learned not to eat that after Pumpkin did last week!" She shook her head. "Go lay down and let's hope you don't get sick." And with that, she trotted away the way Pumpkin had gone.

I breathed out. I hadn't realized that I was holding my breath. I shook out my fur real quick, for dust was gathering on it from the dirty barn, then I trotted over to my bed. It was only a spread out blanket with a pile of hay under it, but it was my bed and I loved it. Well, it wasn't really my bed. I had to share it with my sisters and Pumpkin. Bruce and Claude got their own beds since they were bigger than us four.

With a huff, I jumped onto my bed and laid down. Since I told the lie about eating pig slop, I needed to stay in bed for at least the rest of the day. I rolled onto my back, paws in the air, and tried to get comfy. I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew Bell was standing over me with an annoyed expression on her face.

"Your father told me you went to the fields, Cinnamon." Bell said to me. I could tell she was angry. There was a pause where she appeared to be thinking something over. "Since you lied, or at least didn't tell me like Jack told you to, you're grounded. No leaving the barn for a week." And with that she left.

"But..!" I started to say, but she was already gone.


The week passed rather quickly. I staid inside with Pumpkin and played with him, and when I wasn't playing I was eating or sleeping. I didn't see Ginger the whole time, but she kept coming to the barn door asking to see me. Apparently she had something important to tell me. But, of course, ether my mother or my father would tell her to leave before I could talk to her. When the week was up and I was finally allowed out of the barn, the first thing that happened was Ginger tackled me.

"Gosh! I thought that week would never end," she said in a hurried voice, still on me. "C'mon! I need you to meet someone." With that she jumped off me and raced towards the forest. I scrambled to catch up, and once I was at her side once more she started to talk again.

"Him and a friend are passing through to a place called the Great Wild. Ever heard of it? I hadn't until he told me about it. It sounds amazing! Just forests as far as the eye can see and tons of dogs living together in groups! I'd love to be a wild dog, sitting in that tiny house with the Farmer's wife's nine cats isn't fun." She paused for a breath. "You're going to love him! He's super nice and is always cracking jokes. Guess he lives up to his name. Anyway, I want you on your best behavior. He's got some blue stains on his fur from a pack tradition, and his friend is missing his tail. Don't ask them about it, I don't want them to think you're rude."

I barely heard what Ginger was saying, due to her talking so quickly and without any pauses. As we walked through the forest, she kept talking about random things. Mostly about whoever it was she was bringing me to meet. We finally reached a clearing where two dogs sat together, eating a squirrel. Ginger stopped talking for a moment then ran over to the biggest of the two.

"Hey, Jokesy!" She said, sounding like a pup again.

"Hey, Ginger." He bent down and touched his nose to her's.

"I have someone I want you to meet," Ginger said to him. She turned and pointed at me with a paw.

I was momentarily lost on what to do, I was to caught up at staring at them. "Jokesy", as Ginger called him, was all black with strange blue patterns all over him. I honestly couldn't tell what kind of dog he was, he looked kinda like a husky but also not. His friend appeared to be a type of cattle dog, and as Ginger said, his whole tail was gone.

Ginger stared at me and I finally started talking. "I'm Cinnamon. What's up with your fur?" I said to him. Ginger gave me a look like 'I just told you not to ask that', but I ignored her.

"Straight to the point, eh? Well, I'm Jokester, and my fur's pattern is a bit of a long story." He said to me. I sat down and waited for him to talk. He sighed and began;

"As you've probably noticed, I'm not a normal dog. I was born in a pack of wolves, half wolf half husky. My mother was banished after I became a trainee because my dad wasn't a pack member. I was shunned in my pack for being a half breed, and once my training was done and I was a pack guard, I was shamed by having my fur stained. Half breeds have it done to them so everyone else knows we're halfs, and know to treat us like trash.

"One day while I was guarding camp, I saw Lee here," he motioned to the cattle dog still eating. "I thought that if I chased him from the territory, I might be treated like an equal instead of an Omega. So I chased after Lee, and when I caught him, he told me he was passing through to the Great Wild. He told me all about it, and by the time I went back to camp, we were best friends. We planned on sneaking off in the middle of the night to the Great Wild together. But that didn't really work out. We were caught, and we had to fight to leave. That's how Lee lost his tail.

"And, well, that's my story. We've been traveling ever since. Well, until we found Ginger here. We decided to make camp for a bit then continue on." He said simply.

"When do you leave?" I asked him.

"Tomorrow, just after dawn."


I staid with them for about three hours, sitting by Ginger listening to her and Jokester talk. I'd join in every now and then, but Jokester would always cut me off. I decided that I didn't like him very much. Once I was tired of it, I got up and went back to the farm. They didn't even notice. The sun was about to set, so I went into the barn for meal time. Pumpkin was strangely absent.

I was just curling up to sleep when I heard my parents talking.

"I'm just so worried about him, Jack. He never misses dinner, and I haven't seen him since noon." Bell whispered.

"Don't worry, Hun. If he's not back by dark I'll get Blue and we'll go searching." Blue was the bloodhound the Farmer kept for hunting and tracking.

"Alright... I'm just worried something's happened..."

After hearing that my brother was missing, I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned then just gave up. I wasn't going to sleep. Instead, I was going to find my brother.

I crawled out of my bed, careful not to wake Rosemary or Sugar, then sneaked over to a gap in the wall. The boards had rotted away, leaving a space just big enough for me to leave. I often used it when playing hide and seek with Pumpkin. Pumpkin... I'm going to find you, Pumpkin. I thought as I squeezed through the gab.

I circled the yard in front of the barn until I picked up Pumpkin's scent. I followed the trail and realized he had been following Ginger and I. The scent trail followed Ginger's and mine exactly, until it suddenly veered off to the right. He must have been side tracked by something. I turned and followed the trail the other way, finding a dead deer. Both Pumpkin's and another animal's scent were on it. I saw some claw marks in the ground and realized Pumpkin must have stumbled upon some creature's dinner.

I found Pumpkin's scent again, along with paw prints. He had been running from something. I sped up, following the trail as quick as I could in the dark. I was running so quickly that I actually tripped over my brother.

"Cinnamon!" He said happily, though I heard pain in his voice. "You found me!"

I nuzzled my smaller brother's cheek then nosed him the way we came. "Mom's worried sick, Pumpkin, we have to go."

"I can't," he said, fear creeping into his voice.

"Why not?" I asked, and that's when I noticed the silver teeth around one of Pumpkin's legs. He had gotten stuck in one of the Farmer's traps. I held back a gasp, and instead asked Pumpkin how it happened.

"I was following you and Ginger, planning on surprising you, you know, since Mom never lets me leave the barn." He started off. It was true, Pumpkin never left the barn. Bell was to scared something would eat him. "But then I smelled something amazing, and followed it instead. I found a dead deer and took a bite of it. Cinnamon, it was the best tasting thing ever! But then a fox showed up. He chased me and chased me, until I got caught in this. He circled around for awhile, to scared to some near here because there's more traps. Then I lost track of him, I don't know where he is now." That was the most I had ever heard Pumpkin say at one time.

I nuzzled him comfortingly. "I'll get you out of this, Pumpkin, just hold tight." I said, then studied the trap. I'd seen the Farmer set them before, but I forgot how he did it. That's when I noticed a little tab in the side. "This may hurt a bit," I said, then jumped onto the tab. I put all my weight on it, and the trap opened just enough for Pumpkin to get his leg out.

"Thank you," Pumpkin said, limping to my side and nuzzling me. I saw tears sparkling in his eyes, and I bet getting him out had hurt more than he was showing.

"C'mon, let's get you home." I said to him.

We walked along the trail, back to the path Ginger and I took. It was slow going, since Pumpkin was limping. But we had a stroke of luck; Ginger and Jokester were trotting along the trail towards the farm.

"Hey, Ginger!" I called. She turned back and gasped. A moment later both she and Jokester were at our sides.

"What happened?" Ginger asked, worried for my brother. I hadn't noticed, but blood was soaking his leg fur.

"Pumpkin was stuck in a trap, he needs to get to the Farmer's wife." I said. The Farmer's wife was a vet, she'd know what to do. "Can Jokester carry him back on his back? I don't think he can walk much farther." Jokester nodded, and together Ginger and I got Pumpkin onto his back. The husky touched noses with Ginger then took off towards the farm.

Ginger and I walked a bit slower behind him, lost in silence. "So," she finally said. "You left the barn in the middle of the night while your parents were freaking out about Pumpkin, tracked him down, freed him from a trap and got him to us? That's pretty cool."

"Ya, it's pretty cool." I held my head higher as we walked. I may have just saved my brother's life.

Suddenly, we heard a growl from behind us. Ginger and I turned to see a fox, probably the one after my brother, come up. It was barely bigger than Ginger, but it was double my size. Ginger shoved me behind her and started growling at the fox.

"Let me help, Ginger, I can fight!" I said from behind.

"Just stay out of the way and safe, Cinnamon. I've got this." With that, Ginger launched herself at the fox. I watched them tussle, scared out of my mind. But not of the fox- I was scared for Ginger.

Ginger managed to get onto the fox's back and send him to the ground, but he rolled over crushing her. He jumped up and attacked Ginger before she could stand up. He showed his teeth and bit Ginger's stomach. Blood stained her tan-white fur, and he seemed satisfied with his job. He then turned to me.

"How dare you hurt Ginger?!" I shrieked, then launched myself onto the fox's face. I bit and clawed at everything I could reach, getting the fox in the eye and ripping his ear. It yipped, shaking me from it's face then running off.

I stood up from the ground, breathing heavily. That felt great! I hadn't felt any fear, only exhilaration. I grinned as the fox ran off, then turned my attention to Ginger. She wasn't bleeding to badly, and she hadn't passed out. "Cinnamon, I don't think I ever want to get on your bad side." She wheezed as I helped her up. "I doubt that fox will ever see from that eye again."

"Good," I said. "Serves him right for trying to eat my brother and hurting you."

We returned to the farm, and Jokester, who was freaking out about Ginger's condition, helped her to the Farmer's house. I returned to the barn, and was surprised to be smothered in licks and nuzzles from my mother. "Thank you, Cinnamon. Thank you." She said over and over again. I knew that later she'd be mad about me sneaking off, so I went with it. Bruce and Claude, who normally ignored me, came over and asked if I had really beaten up a fox. I said yes, and they looked at each other awed before walking off.


By the end of two months, Ginger and Pumpkin were all healed up and as good as new. Jokester had staid in his camp while Lee traveled ahead, so as he could wait for Ginger. They planned on going to the Great Wild together. As for Pumpkin, the Farmer didn't think he could be sold because he had a permanent limb in his leg. So he decided to keep Pumpkin in his house. Pumpkin is loving his new life, because he's allowed to travel from the house to the barn. Not to mention the cats love him.

On the day Ginger and Jokester were leaving, Ginger came to me. "Please, Cinnamon, come with us. It'll be amazing in the Great Wild! Much better than living as a house pet."

"I'd love to come... But I'm not sure mother will let me."

"It can't hurt to ask."

So I went to Bell. She was in the barn watching my sisters play with a ball. "Mother?" I said, walking up.

She turned to me and smiled. Since I had saved Pumpkin, her attitude towards me had changed completely. "Yes, Cinnamon?"

"I... I'd like to go to the Great Wild with Ginger and Jokester." I said to her. "I don't think I could ever be a good house pet, and living wild and free sounds amazing."

Bell looked back at my sisters, lost in thought. I was thinking about taking it as a 'no' when she answered. "Go. Be free in the wild, Cinnamon. I won't force you to become a house pet." She said, walking over to me and touching my ear with her nose. "Just remember, we'll be here for you if you don't like it."

I smiled, tears glistening in my eyes. "Thank you." I said, licking her cheek.

I made my rounds, saying goodbye to my kin, then met up with Ginger and Jokester in front of the barn. My mother was there telling Jokester to look after me. He seemed to be rolling his eyes. Once I came up, he told Bell that I'd be fine, then began to trot off with Ginger. I raced to catch up.

"Cinnamon!" I heard my mother call from behind me, and I stopped. I turned around to face her. "I love you, dear. Now go have a good life."

I smiled, then raced down the path.


"Since this all took place, Jokester, Ginger and I have been traveling to the Great Wild. We caught up with Lee last week, who told us that he met a dog from there. It'll only be another week or so until we reach our new home. And I know it will be great."

Art ;; By Chevylover76 By ıʞnʎ

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[AustrianAce]

Username: Austriagirl
Kennel Number: 65
Use: pet/ best friend for one of my characters
Name: Talia Grace
Gender: female
Species and/or specific breed: Rat
Personality: wip
History/Background: wip
Likes/dislikes/art, etc. (optional):
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[kidcandy]

Username: buckhannon.
Kennel Number: 65
Use: a member of captain barbosa's crew, probably will help trefoils with artillery!
Name: bonnie
Gender: female
Species and/or specific breed: long haired fancy rat
Personality:
History/Background:
Likes/dislikes/art, etc. (optional):

major wip!

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