[tigressa]

Kovu's edgier twin

For this kal, tell me about their worst childhood memory
- Please refrain from using the same personality/past as the Kovu from the movie ;;

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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Personality(max. 500 words):[/b]
[b]What's their worst childhood memory?(max. 800 words)[/b]


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Ends March 12th, 2017 at 11:59 PM EST

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ngl;; I did

[jello]

cries n reserves
ill save u edgy child

[castiiian]

lol just realized the no editting thing
gg wp
nvm i guess??
gl to the winner <3

[trans]

aaaa nvm just marking to watch !! :o

[DecafBunny]

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Re posting my form completed. So sorry! Im embarrassed ; // - // ;

[lyxa]

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[tigressa]

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[DecafBunny]

Ok rip before too many ppl res
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omg Im so sorry! I mustve skimmed through it @ 3 @ Ill work on it now

[persay]

Username:
Wolfy858
Name:
Goes by Kiva or Kova depending on how he's feeling (Real Name: Kovuu)
Personality(max. 500 words):
"To the ends of the rivers and back, For I will still remember you"
Kiva is a very bright and optimistic spirit, who cant be tamed. He enjoys quiet moonlit strolls, watching the river stream pass and swimming. (perhappes more? )
What's their worst childhood memory?(max. 800 words)
KaBoom, Boom, Boom, Crash , Kiva let out a squeal of fear, rushing around blindly, running straight into a glass, its liquid substance spilled everywhere, A series of whimpers as the smell of smoke and burn skin filled the air, stumbling through the caves entrance. Momma, Daddy, W-w-where are you The cub mewed as he went out in search of his parents. His mother rushed over grabbing her poor cub by his scruff to dunk him in a small puddle of water as clear as crystals. After many deep breaths and coughing fits his fur started to sting less, one final dunk and his mother was cooing worriedly and grooming him, he let out a shaky purr, scared fr what his father would do once he found out.

[Mint Chip]

Username: Mint Chip
Name: Chima
Personality(max. 500 words):

Chima has always been a little odd. He's not shy, but he's often pretty quiet unless something rubs him the wrong way. He prefers to speak with actions instead of words, though don't mistake this to mean he isn't intelligent. He's not one of the all brawn, no brains type, quite the opposite in fact. He overthinks a lot of situations, which is a lot of the reason why he isn't very talkative as an individual. He's always naturally very wary of others, not certain whether he should trust them until they've proven to be trustworthy in some way. His skepticism is likely due to his family background, so he has a hard time putting his faith in anyone. This makes him quite the loner usually, but Chima really doesn't seem to mind that nowadays. He's rather used to being by himself, and since he's gotten used to it he finds he rather nice sometimes to simply be by himself, reflecting on things.

(163 / 500 words)

What's their worst childhood memory?(max. 800 words)

Unfortunately most of Chima's childhood was full of rather bad memories and experiences. He tends to shy away if asked about his family or how his childhood was. It was rocky times back then, his mother wasn't the most stable of kalons and his father wasn't kind. Most of his days were spent cleaning up the mess than his parent's fighting left behind, and trying to cope with his estranged family life. His mother would make grand plans and then go back on her word. His father always kept to his word, but that was in the form of threats and abuse. There are many dark memories in his past but his worst memory isn't quite as one would think.

It was a cold evening, Chima had come home from playing with his few friends. His parents were into another fight, so he just headed towards his room to ignore them. He laid on his bed and sighed as he tried to drown out the growing sound of their squabble. He turned to gaze at a picture he had near his bed, it was of his grandparents whom he loved quite dearly. His grandmother had already passed away but his grandfather lived quite a ways away. He hadn't seen him in quite some time, his mother always said they would but never made time for it. His father couldn't careless either way. Chima looked at the picture for several moments before he got up and packed his bag. He decided that regardless of how far the trek was he wanted to see his grandfather.

He packed what he thought would be necessary, and grabbed a flashlight before headed to the front door. He hadn't gotten more than a block away when there were sirens. He watched the vehicles race by, flashing bright red and white lights. "A fire truck?" He was still standing there, not certain what was going on. He looked towards the direction the vehicles were heading, there was black clouds of smoke billowing upwards from the direction of his home. His eyes widened in both shock and fear as he turned to race back to his home. When he rounded the corner, he slid to a stop. Flames were engulfing half of his home. He looked around at the crowd of kalons gathering around to watch. "Where are they?" He swallowed dryly, fearfully. "Where are my parents?" He might not have always gotten along with them but regardless they were still his parents. He pushed his way through the crowd, heading towards the burning house. He froze when he saw his mother, she was alive but sobbing hysterically. He raced over towards her, she had some severe burns but she was alive. His father however, was no where to be seen. Granted his father wasn't the best man, but he had still been his father.

He called out for him several minutes, until his calls turned to cries and then to wails of fear. It was days before it was confirmed that his father was deceased. The terrible news came, and it felt like a completely different wave of pain hit him. He had known, but the confirmation ate away at him. He had never tried to amend things, he never tried to make his father proud. There were so many regrets that he had, and the thoughts of what he could have done or how things could have been still haunt him to this day.
(579 / 800 words)