ｔｈｅ ｔｏｗｎ ｏｆ ｃｈｉｃｋａｄｅｅ || dog roleplay || open;

[universe.]

[whoo. ^-^ who is starting?]

[feather']

{{ We're starting?! Awesome! I'll post in a little while! }}

[misty onyx;]

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Ginger||Female|| Upset & Hungry|| With no one|| Likes no one

Ginger~
I walked slowly down a alleyway to find some scraps of food from a dumpster. I found a small piece of hamburger meat that had some onions on it. I smiled and yipped of happiness, I ate it slowly so it would last a little longer then just gulping it down. I walked over to the other dumpster and frowned as I saw that once was empty. I hated to be so hungry! It hurt me in a few ways, one made me feel sick, two made me feel unwanted by others, and three No one will feed me. I walked over to a box and sat down with the last of the water I found and took a sip.

[universe.]

✘✘. Sniper | Rifle

• talking to; no one.
• at home.
• single.
• crushless
• shiba inu.
• talks in teal.

she opened her softly as the sound of feet hitting the wood floor rang through her ears. "mommy! mommy!" she heard as the young human thudded past her kennel towards the kitchen where his mother was. for a moment nothing happened so she closed her eyes again. just as she was going back to sleep Ireland walked over with Quinn and bent down to the kennel door. "ready to go outside Sniper?" she asked flipping the latch up and pulling it to the left. then moving down and doing the same to the second latch. Sniper rose to her paws and shook out her pelt, stretching out her front legs as the door was opened. "let's go sweetheart." the woman said softly, picking Quinn up off the ground and walking towards the front door to let the dog out. Sniper yipped softly once she made it to the door and then turned her head at the sound of Oliver coming down stairs to leave. Prince and Tinker were also waiting to go outside with everyone. after a brief moment Ireland finally opened the door and Sniper darted out, followed by the two cats and then the humans. soon the humans left the yard and got into their vehicle and drove away. "looks like it's time for a trip to town." she said softly shaking out her pelt and going to the gate that was locked. a moment she stood there before putting her paws on the fence and kicking her back legs up. pushing her face against the gate until she made it to the top where she leaped down. Sniper tripped a little on her landing before walking down the driveway and onto the street.

[feather']

{{ I'll post for Drake in a little while! }}

❃ Callie Rose
|| Callie or Rose|| Happy and exited || On one || park || Today is going to be amazing! ||No crush ||

Callie pulled on her leash sniffing the stairs in front of her as she walked down them quickly with a smile on her face. She stopped on one of the floor to look up and see if her owner Missy was following and saw her quickly climbing down the stair case with Callie's leash in her hand calling her name in a loud voice. But Callie was to exited to getting going to listen to Missy and then turned back to the stairs in front of her and continued on her way to the bottom where she new she would have to stop and wait for her owner.

Once at the bottom, Callie stood looking at the door making small noises as she looked at the door sadly with her ears pulled back. Missy sighed as she looked at Callie shaking her head a few steps above the floor so she was looking down as she watched Callie." All right, were going for a walk but you need to calm down and listen to me!" Missy warned Callie as she walked down the last few steps clipping the end of the leash to her red collar that matched Callie's eyes almost perfectly. She then opened the big door in front if them letting in the bright light from outside. Callie squinted her eyes against the harsh light as she toke the first few steps outside.

Callie was soon making her way down the street at Missy's side as she held her head high looking at the little shops that they past by. She looked in each window loving the beautiful display's that the owners would set out for the people to see when they past by trying to get their attention and make then want to come inside. After passing by one of the shops that was Callie's favorite. Missy had to pull on the leash a few times before Callie's attention snapped back to the world around her and she realized Missy was trying to get her over to the crosswalk where she saw there was cars waiting patiently for them to cross to the other side where Callie new the park was.

After going across the street the entered the park. She could here small birds chirping in the distance and felt the warm breeze ruffle her fur her as they walk through a wide field of fresh green grass. They came to a wooden bench where Missy sat down and then toke the leash off of Callie's collar. A smile came across Callie's face as she let out a happy bark and then ran across the field with her head high as she let the warm sun shine on her fur as she continued to run.

[dance.]

[[ OH MY WORD you guys I am SO sorry I haven't been on!
I have had volleyball camp all week and I haven't had any time to get on!
I never forgot about this roleplay, so keep it going! I'll post here in a bit.

[narnie]

{{ Omg I just realized my dog Bella and chesire's Zeph have the same history!! }}

[Cakewalk]

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"ＷＨＥＮ ＹＯＵＲ ＤＲＥＡＭＳ ＡＬＬ ＦＡＩＬ ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｏｎｅｓ ｗｅ ｈａｉｌ"

Name: "Ugh. Quit with the niceties, and let's get down to business. My name is Beauregard. Pssh. Yeah, I know what it means. My father named me because I had my mother's eyes. Beauregard means 'beautiful gaze.' Kinda ironic, huh? If you're feeling like it's too tough to say, fine. Call me Beau. But that's all you get Beauregard or Beau. Nothing else."
Age: "Keeping track of years gone by seems foolish, but I do it for this reason. Everyone always asks your age. Seems stupid to me, but whatever. I'm three years, seven months, and two weeks old. Happy now?"
Gender: "Can't you tell a male from a female? Clearly not... Well, I'm a male, brute, sir, gentleman, guy, fellow, whatever word you wish to pin on me. That means I'm stronger, faster, and smarter than half of the dogs you can find."
Breed: "I'm a purebred mutt. My mother was a mutt, so was my father. If I had to guess, I'd say there was a bit of golden retriever in me. Maybe some Collie. Lab? Maybe some Husky, too. Just take the common street dogs and pool them together, and you've got what I am."


"ＡＲＥ ＴＨＥ ＷＯＲＳＴ ＯＦ ＡＬＬ， ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｂｌｏｏｄ ｒｕｎｓ ｓｔａｌｅ．．"

Description: Beauregard is a mix of a lot of different things, and nothing can really be placed in him. He's just a dog. And a big dog, at that. Somewhere along the lines, a big dog (his mom always hinted at a mating with a great pyrenees) got in the mix, shooting the height and weight up, because Beau's shoulder sits thirty inches above the ground, and all of that fur, muscle, and bone tips the scales at one hundred and ten pounds. Beau is blonde, an interesting color for a dog, but not too unusual. His coloring can be found most often in the lightest versions of golden retrievers, another breed rumored to be in his ancestry. The blonde quickly fades to white upon reaching his belly, neck, and extremities. Even the lower half of his tail didn't escape. This is a fluffy dog, too, and things always seem to catch onto his fur and hitch a ride until he pulls them free. The most noticeable thing about Beau is that he's missing an eye. One deep brown eyes stands out on his face, but where the other should be is a patched over scar. Another scar sits just below that on his muzzle. Stare at this deformity, and you might just get a show of what Beau is really made of.


"Ｉ ＷＡＮＮＡ ＨＩＤＥ ＴＨＥ ＴＲＵＴＨ． ｉ ｗａｎｎａ ｓｈｅｌｔｅｒ ｙｏｕ,"

Disposition: Beau tries to be a nice guy. He really does. In those first six months of his life, he listened to everything his mother said and took it to heart, but the moment that brick was thrown, everything changed for him and he realized how foolishly she had lived her life. And ever since then, it's those lessons that have been reinforced. Still, he tries to keep to the niceness and manners his mother set up for him. Unfortunately, anger comes out so much easier than it used to. Everything springs him to act out, whether a dog is staring at his missing eye, berating him, or putting up an argument. Beau's fall back is anger, because he doesn't know how to be anything different.

There are days that the male just seems to give up. On these days, he can be found lying somewhere off away from the pack. It's hard to get him to move and even harder to get him to do anything. These are the days that the fight has left him and the memories of his previous life come back to haunt him. He feels like life has run him over and kicked him to the curb, like the car did to his mother. To Beau, that man ruined him, leaving him with one eye and a heart full of anger, instead of love, like his mother was trying to teach him. Now he thinks the dogs with love on their minds are weak and useless, though his mind is still very capable of being changed.

To others, Beau might seem rough around the edges with a vengeance out for any house dog. (He does enjoy fighting with them and often takes his anger out on the other pack, because he thinks their ignorance keeps them with the humans). In truth, he can be a bit intimidating when he really gets going, because of his large size and the fact that it's rather difficult to return him to his calm self. But really, Beau is trying to live life with those nightmares still in his mind, and when they kick up, he reacts negatively, either giving in to life and giving up, or retaliating against others around him when they get too close and snarling and snapping. The times in between are the best to approach Beau, because he can seem kindhearted and caring, if you catch him at the right moment.


"ＢＵＴ ＷＩＴＨ ＴＨＥ ＢＥＡＳＴ ＩＮＳＩＤＥ， ｔｈｅｒｅ'ｓ ｎｏｗｈｅｒｅ ｗｅ ｃａｎ ｈｉｄｅ．."

History: Everyone has their story, and Beauregard is no different. It's just a little harder to get out of him. Both of his parents were strays, though both had once lived with humans. At the mention of puppies, Beau's father fled in fear, not ready to face such a heavy responsibility. So, she was left to her own devices with six puppies in her care, but she never could let go of her lost love. She pined for him day and night, and while she did her best for her puppies, she was often vacant and not there. In Beau's short time with her, she enforced how to be a gentleman around different dogs and drilled manners into her offspring, despite the circumstances. She also went on to tell them how important it was to find a human family.

At six months old, Beau watched his mother cross a street in an attempt to get to a large dog on the other side of it, thinking that it was her old mate, Rover. In her desperation to get to him, she didn't see the truck bearing down on her. Before anyone could say anything, it hit her, taking her by the head and flinging her body through the air before it came down with a sickening thud. Beau turned and fled, terrified of what had just happened while the memory of it repeated endlessly in his mind. A man found him curled under his porch, shivering and shaking and covered in filth. He took him in and cleaned him up, keeping him and placing the name Dune on him.

Beau thought that this was the end. He had found a human home and would always be cared for, like his mother had always said, and so, when the beatings first began, Beau took them. That stench of alcohol began to tell him when it was going to happen, and he always tried to hide, but most of the time, he couldn't get away in time. There would always be apologies from him afterwards and plenty of hugs and pets, and Beau would curl up beside him on his bed and drift off to sleep. At least he was getting fed, watered, and had some affection from him, and that's what his mother said he would get.

One day, everything changed. The man became even more enraged than usual and picked up a brick and chucked it at Beau. Unsuspecting and being only one year of age, Beau didn't realize that the thing would be so heavy and didn't have time to get away from it. It hit him square on the head, splitting his eye in two and leaving a deep gash in his muzzle. Beau didn't give his owner anymore chances. The male would snarl and snap anytime he got near, and Beau realized how foolish his mother had been. If this was love, love was foolish. He would never lie to himself about it again. After two weeks, the man left the gate open, and Beau ran off, eye swollen and oozing. He was picked up again by the pound, and his eye was removed and cleaned up. His next family came around, and he dug his way out of the backyard, knowing now that his life was going to be one of the streets.


"ＤＯＮ'Ｔ ＷＡＮＴ ＴＯ ＬＥＴ ＹＯＵ ＤＯＷＮ， ｂｕｔ ｉ ａｍ ｈｅｌｌ ｂｏｕｎｄ．"

Mother: "Her name was Esmerelda, and what a weak little thing she was!"
Father: "Mom called him Rover, but he didn't stick around to see what he had made."
Siblings: "There were six of us growing up. Perhaps you've met one? Let's see... There was Remington, Elanor, Jonah, Maya, and Felix. Yeah, Maya was always the best to be around. I don't miss any of them but her."
Mate: "Oh, there have been a few females, but love is lost on me."
Crush: "Never have I had a crush."
Puppies: "None that I know of."

[T O R N]

(Will post forms here on IPad)

[ɾïṿεṉḋεll]

ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ｂｕｉｌｔ ｓｏ ｔａｌｌ ｉｔ'ｓ ｌｉｋｅ ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ｆｌｙｉｎｇ

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i'm the ｃｏｌｏｒｌｅｓｓ sunrise
that's ｎｅｖｅｒ good enough
i'm the ｗｉｎｄ that's in your head
it ｒｕｆｆｌｅｓ you up
`every night, imagine dragons
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ｔｈｅ ｗｏｏｄｓ ａｒｅ ｌｏｖｅｌｙ, ｄａｒｋ ａｎｄ ｄｅｅｐ.
ｂｕｔ ｉ ｈａｖｅ ｐｒｏｍｉｓｅｓ ｔｏ ｋｅｅｐ,
ａｎｄ ｍｉｌｅｓ ｔｏ ｇｏ ｂｅｆｏｒｅ ｉ ｓｌｅｅｐ,
ａｎｄ ｍｉｌｅｓ ｔｏ ｇｏ ｂｅｆｏｒｅ ｉ ｓｌｅｅｐ.

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ｎａｍｅ;; Meet Zephyr, a spunky young border collie with big dreams. Named after a wind, this sweet girl is definitely athletic enough and has enough energy to keep up with her namesake. Born into a small family by a responsible breeder, Zephyr's life has been one of comfort. Due to her short attention span, Zephyr can be very

destructive if she becomes bored. To compensate, she is set free to roam the streets as long as she's back by nine. She doesn't go by any nicknames.
ａｇｅ;; At the tender age of two, Zephyr has much to see and learn.
ｇｅｎｄｅｒ;; Zephyr is obviously a female.
ｂｒｅｅｄ;; Even though some might mistake her for an Australian Shepherd, Zephyr is none other than a blue merle Border Collie.

ＴＨＥ ＦＡＣＥ ＩＮ ＴＨＥ ＭＩＲＲＯＲ
ｈｅｉｇｈｔ;; Zephyr is a medium sized dog, around two feet when she's not prancing around on her hind legs.
ｗｅｉｇｈｔ;; A slender little pup, this girly weighs in at about thirty pounds give or take.
ｆｕｒ ｓｈａｄｅ;; Beautiful silvery-blue-white fur with black patches. Zephyr certainly catches attention.
ｅｙｅ ｃｏｌｏｒ;; Zephyr's right eye is chocolate brown, and her left one is ice blue.
ｇｅｎｅｒａｌ ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ;; No doubt about it, Zephyr is one beautiful dog. She may not be purebred, or "pageant quality gorgeous," but her luxurious coat and twinkling gaze have a certain magic. With medium length blue merle fur and a long, feathery tail, there's nothing standing in Zephyr's way. Her ears stand mostly upright, with the tiniest fold at the top. Her coat is silky and always clean, and her teeth are kept pearly white, nails clipped regularly. It is obvious that Zephyr is taken good care of. A purple leather collar adorns her neck, with a petite silver bone dangling off it. This bone has her name and address on it, important information. Zephyr is smart enough to know that she must not loose it. As far as her body structure goes, Zephyr is slim, but strong and athletic. Her body is toned, and she can perform many tricks. When visible, Zephyr's skin is spotted pink and black. Paws, nose, mouth and all. Even underneath all of that fur, her skin is still a mix of the two. No matter where she goes, Zephyr walks with pride, assuming she's in charge. Her body language says it all. Perked ears, tall head, upright tail and prancing walk. Yes, Zephyr is proud of who she is.

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ｌｉｋｅｓ;; Although there are many, many things that please Zephyr, some of her favorite things are thunderstorms, warm weather, birdsong, sports, night, and stars. She also enjoys music and swimming.
ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ;; Even the most open being will have things that they don't like. Some things this young dog doesn't appreciate are humidity, goodbyes, the word "moist," spiders, and smart-alecs.
ｆｅａｒｓ;; Normally a very brave little girl, Zephyr fears death, being totally alone, spiders, snakes, endings, and tight spaces. If it was someone else, Zephyr would encourage them to face their fears, but she herself refuses to do so.
ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈｓ;; Zephyr is a well-rounded dog, but she excels in running, making friends, intelligence, bravery, and what she calls"singing." Her singing is really howling her own little melodies, though she can also carry a few human tunes.
ｗｅａｋｎｅｓｓｅｓ;; Everyone has flaws, a place where you can hit them hard. Zephyr is risky, very heartstrong and headstrong, impatient, and too trusting of others.
ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ;; If she hasn't seen it before, Zephyr must investigate it. This natural instinct of curiosity keeps the young dog interested in the world around her. There's something new every single day, and that curiosity kicks in. Zephyr just can't resist going and checking it out. Zephyr is far from your average dog, that you can tell from the start. Looking beyond her unique coat color and beautiful eyes all you can see is difference. A stark contrast from the rest of the dog population. Although she is defiantly not insane, Zephyr has a few traits that could be deemed almost childish in nature. For example, no matter how old she has gotten, Zephyr could never, never resist hunting down a butterfly in order to feel it's gossamer wings tickle her nose. Of course, she would never harm the small creature beyond giving it a puff of air. Not to mention her pull towards showing off all of her impressive tricks. She is quite misunderstood, and even though she can be a ruthless killing machine on prey, this is the face that some chose to point on her. But, that is not the true Zephyr. it is only who she pretends to be when she's afraid.
Instead, she is a kind and gentle soul, quite unpredictable, though in a fun way, and she adores a good joke of any kind, as long as they aren't dirty. Not that she only likes to listen to jokes, Zephyr can throw more than a few funny comments out there herself, and she'll seize any chance she can to add one. While she is rather quiet when you meet her, this lovely she-dog does open up to a select few of her friends, most often those who she feels connect to her in some way.
ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ;; Born into a life of luxury, Zephyr has not known much pain in her two years. Her mother was always there for her, and her two siblings her constant companions. However, her brothers were snatched up as soon as possible, Zephyr remained with her mother for another year before being sent to a shelter. While she stayed with her mother, she had to watch as Katrina raised another litter of puppies. That required a lot of attention to those pups, and Zephyr was shunted to the side, instilling a deep-set desire to show off. Once she was sent to a shelter, she was adopted quickly, something the young Zephyr was very grateful for. Within a few weeks, she was off to another home that seemed loving. Her new owner was a woman of about twenty, who kept Zephyr's original name for her. The woman -Joy- was an artist, and spent many of her days holed up in the living room painting or sculpting. During the summer, she took it upon herself to train Zephyr to be a wonderful and talented dog, letting her show off her natural abilities. Finally, Zephyr was in her element. Not only was she allowed to, but when she performed, she was rewarded by tidbits of meat. One day, Zephyr ran out of the house when Joy came in with the groceries. She was chased all over town by the young woman, who got the hint that Zephyr wanted to be let out once she'd caught her dog. So a rule was set: she could go out all she wanted, as long as she was back by nine. Zephyr was happy to follow Joy's instructions, so Joy made a doggy door for her. Due to the lack of fences in their yard, Zephyr could simply waltz into town whenever she pleased.

Her freedom was a mistake one day though. While sniffing around in the park, she was attacked by another dog. They ripped up her shoulders and belly, and just barely missed her life-artery in the neck. Her collar saved her. Zephyr ran back as fast as she could to her house, dripping blood all the way. Once she got back to Joy, the woman rushed her to the vets right away where she was in intensive care. Zephyr didn't know how long she was there, but when she got out again, she was weak. Scarred and healing still, Joy carried her dog into the house. For several days afterwards, Zephyr ate only mashed up things, and didn't go out for even longer. Fortunately, it was beginning to cool off as winter approached, so her interest in the outdoors was waning. After she was deemed fit, Zephyr did not take advantage of her freedom until spring came. She had hardly gone outside except to use the bathroom, and then she'd only go when Joy was with her. Then her trauma passed as her curiosity got the better of her. And so Zephyr resumed life as if nothing had happened, though she was never as enthusiastic about meeting new dogs if they were larger than her.

ｌｏｏｋ ａｔ ｔｈｅ ｓｔａｒｓ, ｌｏｏｋ ｈｏｗ ｔｈｅｙ ｓｈｉｎｅ ｆｏｒ ｙｏｕ

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and all that ｃｏｕｎｔｓ
is ｈｅｒｅ and now
my universe will ｎｅｖｅｒ be the same
i'm ｇｌａｄ you came
`glad you came, the wanted
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ｌｉｖｅ ｎｏｔ ｆｏｒ ｂａｔｔｌｅｓ ｗｏｎ.
ｌｉｖｅ ｎｏｔ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｅ-ｅｎｄ-ｏｆ-ｓｏｎｇ.
ｌｉｖｅ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｅ ａｌｏｎｇ.

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ｎａｍｅ;; Sparrow. A simple sort of name, really. This adventurous pup is named after a small bird, as he's small himself. However, Sparrow's extensive personality and character really flow out of his compact body. He's too big for his

skin, really. Unlike Zephyr, Sparrow was born on the streets to a stray. She left him after the milk stopped, and the tiny Sparrow had to fend for himself. Luckily, one of the kind residents in Chickadee found him. He took Sparrow in, only to find that the smallest presents are sometimes the best ones. The sneaky pup squirms out from under his fence to explore the streets during the day.
ａｇｅ;; Sparrow has a lot of life left in him at a youthful five months.
ｇｅｎｄｅｒ;; It's fairly obvious that Sparrow is a male.
ｂｒｅｅｄ;; Technically unknown, since Sparrow cannot remember his mother or father. He is a mixed breed, believed to have husky or German Shepherd -or even a little wolf.

ＴＨＥ ＦＡＣＥ ＩＮ ＴＨＥ ＭＩＲＲＯＲ
ｈｅｉｇｈｔ;; A little shorty, Sparrow stands in at about ten inches.
ｗｅｉｇｈｔ;; Even with his puppy fat, Sparrow only reaches twelve pounds.
ｆｕｒ ｓｈａｄｅ;; Sparrow has a rusty tan-and-grey coat.
ｅｙｅ ｃｏｌｏｒ;; This young pup has deep, liquid brown eyes.
ｇｅｎｅｒａｌ ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ;; Still a pup, Sparrow has plenty of growing to do. He's still rather petite, and a tad bit scrawny for his age. Bat-like huge ears sit perked on top of his head. He has a long, skinny tail with a little curve to it. Where you can see it, his skin is black. Like a cat, Sparrow's body is no wider than his head, which allows him to squirm into tight spaces. Even though his owner -Thomas- does his best to keep the little dog clean, within the week, Sparrow has found something revolting to roll in -usually mud or another animal that'd perished. Unsurprisingly, Sparrow has sweet little "puppy dog eyes," that he uses to keep himself out of being punished. Around his slender neck is a beautiful woven rope color with a bronze circle with his information. Sparrow is so slender, you can see his ribs slightly. He has a large rib cage, and will grow to be a large dog. No matter how much he eats, Sparrow is almost always hungry due to a large growth-spurt coming. He may be small now, but not for long.

ＡＮＤ ＷＨＯ ＡＲＥ ＹＯＵ ＲＥＡＬＬＹ
ｌｉｋｅｓ;; words
ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ;; words
ｆｅａｒｓ;; words
ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈｓ;; words
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ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ;; Sparrow is a happy-go-lucky guy, with a naturally likable disposition and a talent for finding trouble. A cheery face and open eyes let Sparrow make friends easily, he's very lovable. He can seem very quirky and odd, but in reality, Sparrow is wicked smart, with a mind as sharp as a knife blade honed to perfection. A very good actor, this sweetheart can make himself seem lonely, stupid, and confused easily, which helps him gain access to otherwise unavailable places. However, he doesn't use this talent to do anything that would get him in deep trouble, making him a somewhat "good boy." Not that he's totally sugar and spice, Darius is also a bit of a tramp, as he adores causing mischief of every sort. Sparrow does realize that having important connections is a great idea, so he tries to play nice with everyone in order to keep those he loves safe.
A deep respect for those older and wiser than him led Sparrow into the nickname, though it was used playfully by everyone, of "teacher's pet." Sparrow comes from a long line of "huggy" people, and so he doesn't like to be too far away from anyone, though if the occasion arises, he will go on and be independent. This also means that he is a total "pack animal," and likes to have some form of contact. When alone, Sparrow tends to talk or mutter to himself, not in an insane way, but just like you'd do in your head, except for out loud because he needs the familiar noise of a voice. Overall, Sparrow is in no way the definition of "normal," partly because of his quirks and odd habits, but also because there is no definition of normal. Sparrow certainly gives himself a bigger name than the one that first appears.
Sparrow is naturally curious, and has to find out how everything works. No matter how tough he may seem, Sparrow is really just a little softy. It takes a lot to hurt his feelings though, because of his easy personality. Always one for something new, Sparrow is daring. That's why he snuck out of his safe yard in the first place.
ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ;; Life was rough for a while for the young Sparrow. Born literally on the streets, the other members of his litter perished in a frost. He remembered that his mother piled the bodies on top of her only surviving pup to keep him warm. Frankly, Sparrow was disgusted by it, but was too cold and weak to argue. Once her milk dried up, Sparrows mother simply walked away from the whimpering pup. Had his owner not found him within the hour, he would've perished from the cold. As it was, he was on the edge of hypothermia and had to be revived by a veterinarian. Thomas -the man who'd found him- quickly fell in love with the energetic pup and kept him for his own. Initially, Sparrow was to afraid to go anywhere near Thomas, and wouldn't even eat with him in the same room. Eventually, he warmed up to the man, and one day even sat on his chest while they watched a movie. However, the amount of outside time he was getting did not make Sparrow happy. Since Thomas was gone from five in the morning until eight at night, Sparrow had plenty of time to get out. By slipping under a loose slat in the wooden fence, Sparrow could get out into the alleyway and from there, the whole of Chickadee. As long as Thomas never saw him, Sparrow could continue in his adventures. He did race the man home a few times, but always won by a few moments. Thomas was always so tired he didn't notice that Sparrow looked winded. He did always notice if Sparrow had rolled in something though, and immediately gave him a bath. Then he'd usually collapse on the couch and read or watch the television while Sparrow dozed off on his chest.
Sparrow did his best to keep the house free of pests. He chased the mice, birds, squirrels, and even a possum once off his territory. Sometimes, to show his affection, Sparrow would bring a half-eaten creature to Thomas and set it on his dirty dinner plate. He wanted Thomas to partake in his kill. Thomas, however, was not impressed and always threw away the carcass. Sparrow was never deterred and continued the habit until Thomas wouldn't let him in if he had a dead animal with him. So Sparrow stopped and just caught what he considered prey on his daily rounds only.