~The Caxical Adoption Center~ Free Canine Adopts **OPAN!**

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I'D LIKE TO ADOPT A CAXICAL!
Username: proteus
Cage Number:2
New Name: Aurum
Personality/Bio:: (If two or more people apply for the same Caxical, this also contributes to who gets it, as does posting order) In a distant place where no humans have ever been, there is an island covered in a forest so thick, nothing but moss and a single type of flower can grow on the ground. This is where Aurum lived. Her black-as-night pelt helped her to easily blend into her suroundings and her bright gold markings mimicked the colors of the only flowers that growed there. She was named Aurum after these flowers called "Aurum sero" or gold plant. Her mother was a very kind and gentle Caxical but Aurum was the only pup of the litter who survived so they were the only ones who lived on the island. They had a routine and did the same thing every day. One day, however, Aurum was tired of living on the dark dense forest island doing the same thing every day and decided to go off looking for adventure. So she swam straight off the island and into the unknown.

[darkittyhero]

I'D LIKE TO ADOPT A CAXICAL!
Username: darkittyhero
Cage Number: 8
New Name: Nuyaa
Personality/Bio::
Nuyaa is very energetic, and tends to get rather restless when he is not busy. He doesn't easily make friends as he has been known to offend people, either intentionally or not (quite often he tends not to think before doing things). However, if he does make a friend he will keep that friend for life, care about them and be extremely loyal to them. He doesn't mind being alone but enjoys the company of others, even though he may not admit this. Nuyaa is a bit arrogant in most regards, but he is aware of the fact that he lacks patience and sometimes sensibility. He values courage and selflessness, and thus respects anyone who shows these attributes. He also strives towards those values. He views most things as a competition and is therefore very motivated to improve himself, but this combined with his short temper means that he can be prone to getting into fights. Despite this, he very rarely views anyone as an enemy, even if the other views him as one. He is more likely to see them as a rival. He only truly hates those who threaten the safety of his friends, though he dislikes those who display cowardice, greed or selfishness. He has a contempt of authority and is generally disobedient, although he will listen and obey if he sees reason behind the orders. However he is much more likely to cooperate if asked rather than told what to do. Although Nuyaa is generally quite serious, particularly around those he does not know well, he has a lighter side that tends to show more around friends and has a sense of humor that varies from immature to sarcastic, to genuinely witty and very funny. He is also quite the optimist, although hardly anyone knows this as he rarely outwardly displays it. In fact, from his general attitude one would be likely to guess that he was a pessimist.
Physically, Nuyaa is quite fast and agile, but not any stronger or more powerful than average. He fights using quite a different style to most canines (see below), which tends to surprise his opponents. Although he is generally quite impulsive, he tends to use his head more when fighting or being physically active, especially when the situation is serious. This means that he is a reasonably skilled fighter and athlete. He likes to be moving, and often goes for runs to no place in particular, merely for the thrill of running and to discover new places. He has a good sense of direction so he doesn't usually get lost, but his adventurous side can sometimes get him into trouble.

Nuyaa was born to a wild caxical, deep in a cold northern forest. He was abandoned by his mother as a pup for reasons unknown. Being too young to fend for himself, wandered aimlessly and was close to death when he was finally found and taken in by a female bear. Nuyaa was raised by the bear, learning from her hunting, foraging and fighting skills. This gave him some odd behavior traits for a caxical - he loves sweet food, including fruit and honey, but will eat almost anything (he has a very large appetite); he also tends to use his front paws a lot when fighting, unlike most canines who mostly use their teeth. This odd style has proved more successful than most would expect, partially due to the element of surprise, and partially due to Nuyaa's natural agility.
Nuyaa and the female bear led a peaceful, secluded life for a time, and under her care Nuyaa grew gradually stronger and more independent. Then the bear eventually found a mate and had cubs. The father disliked Nuyaa, and when the cubs were born Nuyaa was chased away from their home, although the mother bear had wanted him to stay and help look after them. By this point, however, Nuyaa was fully grown and able to look after himself, and had been growing more restless with his recently uneventful life. He took the opportunity to seek an adventure. After spending some months exploring, he happened across the Caxical Adoption Center.

[Sentoki]

I'D LIKE TO ADOPT A CAXICAL!
Username: Weed-Sama
Cage Number: 8
New Name: Wildre
Personality/Bio:: (If two or more people apply for the same Caxical, this also contributes to who gets it, as does posting order)

My name is Wildre. I was born a wild Caxical. I'm sure you're wondering why I now belong as a pet to a person right? Well, you've come at the right time. Sit down over there and listen to my story with the others...
When I was born, I knew nothing. Nothing except that I had a mother and two litter-mates. I spent my early days in peace and tranquility. But, once I was a week old, everything changed. The peaceful world I knew became a hungry one. Only now do I know that what I had faced was called a famine. My mother only nursed us once a day now, instead of letting us nurse whenever we wanted to, in the days before the famine. I didn't understand it at that time. I thought she didn't care about us. But I learned soon after that, like me and my litter-mates, she had to eat and drink as well. Drinking was not a problem to her. There was a never-ending pool of water in the cave after all. It was the food that she was worried about. She had told us in stories that our father had left her. ''It wasn't his fault.'', she said. ''He was captured by hunters.''. So, she had to go and hunt herself, when other caxical families had their fathers and mates hunting for them. It was still okay for the first few weeks. We had opened our eyes and starting to eat solid food, so our mother did not need to worry about us as much as before. However, things began to go wrong a week after we had opened our eyes. My little sister couldn't handle the hunger anymore and left us, left us for the other world. The never-ending pool of water also disappeared. And that was only the beggining. Our mother left us one day to hunt, and never ever came back. No matter how me and my older sister howled for her, she never came back. The famine ended that day and we could go out hunting for ourselves. We were already two months old. We went out, and saw our mother lying half-in, half-out of the river. She was dead, shot by a hunter. We both took on look and fled for our lives, in different directions. We've never seen each other since then.

I grew up alone. I learnt how to hunt alone. I learnt all the things I needed to learn in order to survive alone. All the things I did were done alone. I never saw another Caxical again in my life. Not until I accidentally stumbled upon my birth-den while chasing a rabbit. I immediately recognised the scent, even though I had not gone near my birth-den for two years. I walked inside cautiously, silently, in case there was danger inside. There, inside my birth-den, I saw the first Caxical I had seen for two years. It took me a while to realise it, but, when I did, I knew straight away that the Caxical was my older sister. Whining in joy, I bounded towards her, only to be stopped by a growl and a snarl. What was happening? Did she forget me? I was extremely confused. I took a closer look at her and saw that she had puppies. My mind immediately went back to my puphood, and I knew what I had to help her do. After all, I didn't want her to end up like my mother, our mother. I crouched down and crawled towards her, licking her face when I reached her, to let her now that I was not a threat to her or her puppies. Then, I ran out. The hunting was bad, very bad. The famine had come again. I wanted to hunt prey for her. And I did, I caught a rabbit for her and was about to bring it to her when, all of a sudden, it happened.

I had not been expecting it. I was too caught up in my thoughts of finding and catching prey for my sister and her puppies when the rope was slung around my neck. Instinctively, I let go of the rabbit and struggled to get free, but, to no avail. I was dragged against my will to a truck, outside the forest where I was born. Where my sister and her pups were. Howling in terror, I tried my best to get free. But the person dragging me was too strong. The person flung me into a small cage at the back of his truck and started driving away, away from the forest where I was born, where my family and their families before them were born. Where my family had died. I looked helplessly as I was taken away from the forest, thinking that I was going to die.

The truck ride soon stopped, and the person carried the cage I was in and dragged me to some weird place where, surprisingly, were many other Caxicals in cages. I knew then that my new life here was going to be hard, harder then life in the forest during the famine. However, I was wrong. I knew I was wrong after I had stayed in this place for a few days. Caxicals were going happily away from this place, accompanied by humans. It was not long before I, like them, yearned to go away from this place with a human as well. I got my wish five days later. I was brought 'home' by a person, who was calling me Wildre. I soon knew that that was going to be my name. Wild Caxicals do not have names. I tried to tel her at first, but I soon didn't mind it. As long as she was giving me food and water, I did not mind a thing. There were times when I missed my sister and wondered if she was okay, but those times faded away quite quickly nowadays. Somehow, I knew that she was alive and well, that she was thriving out in the wild.

And so, my audience, I've told you my life-story. What about you? Do you want to tell me yours?

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I'D LIKE TO ADOPT A CAXICAL!
Username: IcyCamo224
Cage Number: 12
New Name: Faux
Personality/Bio:: Faux. (she actually looks like my fursona!) She awoke in the dark depths of the north forest. Here, only the strong survive. Skilled in theft, trickery, fighting, healing and overall being smart and sly. Faux roamed the forest alone. No one knew of her, no one knew about her. Few have ever come close to her. The wolf sighed as she layed back down in her hidden nest in the trees. Only if she could fine someone to trust...to live with. As she closed her eyes the wish soon faded as she lightly slept-afraid of really sleeping-fearing what sleep might bring, or cause.