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[arturia]

{ I'm on, and you shouldn't bump every second. Since we're roleplaying it'll stay on the front page. You should only bump it when it leaves the front page just to not create spam. = ) }

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Lilly found her way home and stayed there for the night

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[Steamturtle]

Username: The Wardrobe
Name: Fotia
Gender: Female
Rank: I will choose yours either high medium or low
Personality: Well, highly defensive of her friends, and is kind of weird. Trusting, but if you give her one reason not to trust you, she will never trust you again.
Picture/ Description:

Crush: not yet
Mate: nope
Eggs/ hatchlings/ chicks: no way
History: Her mother told her that she hatched during a forest fire, and it stopped at their tree. Her parents were, well, killed, and she had no siblings.
Other:

[arturia]

{ Nycretie } ~ Female ~ Barn Owl ~ | Picking up her pace Nycretie swiftly avoided the oncoming trees and branches. After several minutes, Nycretie found her hollow. A large weeping willow. It's branches swopped over one another to make somewhat of an isolated area, why Nycretie liked it. Landing on the branch outside the hollow, she quickly preened her feathers and slipped in to rest.

[dddddonuts]

Celeste flew away from the damp area of the forest. She was exhausted and tired, and wanted to go home.

Spotting a huge willow tree, with its gentle cascades of leafy branches relaxing, drooping onto the rich soil and undergrowth, Celeste fluttered towards it. She entered this safe haven, and began drifting away, gazing at the sunlight filtering through the thin leaves, creating a beautiful effect on the delicate branches.

She ruffled her feathers and began to preen them. Finishing up, she nearly fell asleep while doing so. She was dying of exhaustion, and did not care if this tree belonged to somebirdy.