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Username: -Shaded-
Name: Miss. Maudie
Gender: Female
Gender for breeding purposes: Female
Personality: (at least 200 words to 500 words)
CUTIE, MOTHERLY, FLOWER BABE, GRATEFUL
Flower story: (Tell me a story about them, why the flowers? Unlimited words for this story.)
History: (Tell me about their history, up to 1500 words)
Gif: (a gif that involves flowers or plants)

[~Trompy]

Life Quote

Others have given and dedicated their lives for you… so go and live it.

Gif

About

Username: ~Trompy
Name: Keiki Amani, aka Ama
Gender: Female
Gender for breeding purposes: Female

Theme Song

Loved by the Sun - From the movie Legend

Personality

395/500 words

You’re sitting under the shade of a tree. It’s 75 degrees F with a small breeze. You smell freshly cut grass and blooming flowers. Streams of sunlight filter through the rustling branches as songbirds sing away above your head. Not even a single mosquito in sight. A day and location so perfect, you begin to doze off into a sweet nap, with the grasses tickling your nose as you lay your head down on the ground.

This is what Ama’s personality is like. There is absolutely nothing to dislike about her; which is the sole reason why some have come to such a conclusion. Ama is sweeter than sugar, and has never said a mean word to anybody. In fact, she is usually quiet, taking in her surroundings without speaking. When she does, her voice is soft, barely above a whisper. If you asked what selflessness and kindness was, her picture would be the definition.

She likes to cook and bake goods to give as gifts for those who are needy or extra nice, and will always be the first to volunteer for any community project. She is the favorite babysitter among adults and children alike, and the elders adore her company and willingness to listen to their endless stories. As if her days weren’t already busy baking, cooking, babysitting and spending time with the elderly, she finds time to tend the community garden every single day. Ama loves everyone and everything, and finds something to love and live for every day. When asked why she is always so kind, she simply replies “Life is too short to be unhappy, and if you spend all your time looking at its flaws, you will never see it’s light.” She says she even loves the mosquitoes, because they are a plentiful source of food for the birds and the bugs. Spiders? They help her decorate for Halloween.

Of all the years, nobody has known her to dislike something, or anyone. Heck, when someone is mean to her, she will usually go out of her way to show said person/viscet kindness, for she believes that sometimes, others are mean because they’ve forgotten what kindness is, and they just need a reminder. This kind of kindness doesn’t come without a history of pain, though, and not many know the story.

You’re about to be one of the rare few.

Art

Flower story

853/Unlimited words

Ama had just finished pruning the community garden. The sun was starting to lower itself closer to the horizon, and she sighed at the beauty of the changing sky, as she did most days. Today, the sunset was casting a rainbow of colors instead of the usual reds and yellows. She took a moment to appreciate the sight before dumping her pruning bucket by the compost and slowly walking her way towards the edge of town. The half-gravel, half-asphalt roads of her small town were bustling with visclings expending the last of their energy before their mothers called them in for bedtime. The layout of the brick buildings were imbedded into her mind from years walking the same path. She passed a young viscet gently packing away her fruits and vegetables from her food stand that had been open for business earlier that day, and stepped into the building behind her.

As Ama opened the door to the shop, a little bell attached to the door called her out on her entry. An older viscet popped their head out from behind a curtain behind the counter. “Ah, Ama. Right on time as always. She smiled politely as she looked around the store. “What do you have for me today, sir?” Flowers in pots lined every wall and littered the floor. It was messy, but beautiful. She inhaled the scent of a dozen different flowers as the florist appeared from the back with a tote full of hydrangeas of all different colors. Ama’s smile widened. “They just reached full bloom today. I knew they are your favorite, so I saved the best ones for you.” Ama blushed, her already pink fur feeling hot. “Thank you so much, sir. How much do I owe you?” The man laughed. “Nothing, as always. Have a nice evening, miss.” Ama said goodbye with a huge smile on her face, and picked up the surprisingly heavy tote. When she exited the store, the man locked the door and waved as she walked towards the edge of town.
The last of the townsfolk were heading inside their houses as Ama passed them. The sight of Ama was usually the curfew for the children in this area; that’s how punctual she was. 7’o’clock, on the dot. The sun was touching the horizon now, and Ama knew she had an hour of light left. And that’s all she needed. Nobody was at home waiting for her, so she had all the time in the world.

At the very edge of town, the birds started quieting down with the dying light and watched as Ama turned into the town cemetery. She sat down the tote, and picked up a bundle of flowers. With a smile on her face, she moved from headstone to headstone, down the rows, placing flowers on top of them. This is how she ended her days. She could tell you each name that lay here, and probably in order, too. Today there were no new graves, which made it a good day. Her tail swished back and forth as she walked, humming a tune for nobody to hear. Her pace always starts off strong, but slows down to that of a snail as she reaches the end of the line.
She reaches down to the bottom of the tote and picks up the remaining flowers. Her smile weakens as she comes to see the last grave. She holds onto the last two flowers and stares with sadness at the gravestone. It’s a double grave, like a mausoleum for two. She takes a deep breath of the evening air and feels a gust of wind tousle her mane and lift her hat. She places the hydrangeas on top of the grave, and sighs, sitting down into the grass. “Hello, Mom, Dad. My neighbor laid an egg today. We’re all super excited to see the little hatchling. The father died in the war, like you did, dad. I give the mother pies and cookies almost every day. And yes, I make them from scratch. One of the elderly ladies I talked to today said she knew you, mom. It’s been twenty-five years and she is the first one to remember you. But that’s how it is with most of the viscets in this cemetery, isn’t it?”

Ama talked to the grave of her parents until the sky turned into a dark blue and the stars twinkled above, with the bright moon her only source of light. Ama shivered from the chilly air, and stood up. With a final smile at her parents, she ambled back to the now-empty tote, and listened to the sound of her hooves click against the ground as she made her way back home. She smiled, hoping that her daily deliverance of flowers to the forgotten make them smile down on her from heaven. Especially her parents. War and sickness had taken her parents, and many others in the cemetery. Most had been forgotten or ignored, and she was bound and determined not to let them be forgotten for another day…

At least, not during her lifetime.

History

789/1500 words

Her mother’s name was Hydrangea, just like the flowers she placed down on the grave. Ama’s father said he planted a hydrangea bush in the backyard and claimed he was going to marry those flowers someday. That was his proposal to her. It was the tackiest thing she had ever heard, but it worked. Ama always loved the flower, because it reminded her of her parents, even if she didn’t even have a memory of her mother. She had gotten sick and passed away before Ama hatched.

Ama’s father was forced to raise her with only the help of his mother, Ama’s grandmother. He went to war when she was ten. He never came back. Her grandmother died of a broken heart from her lost son no more than a month later, and Ama spiraled into a depression. All alone in her family’s house, she didn’t know what to live for anymore. That’s when she started skipping school. She went unnoticed, it seemed, for almost three months. Three months that she sat and wallowed in pity, suffering from her losses, and debating the reason for life entirely. That was until a classmate showed up at her door one day.

Opening the creaky door, Ama looked at the classmate, confused. Before she could tell her to go away, the girl viscet handed her a beautiful bouquet of flowers. “I know you’re going through a lot…” the viscet started. “But it is a beautiful day you know. Don’t waste it because you’re sad. Please?”

Without waiting to see what Ama would say, she bound off back into town. Ama didn’t even recall the viscet’s name, but it made her stop to think. Looking down at the flowers she now held, she took a moment. The smell of the flowers woke her brain. It was the first thing of beauty she had experienced since her father passed. The cloud of sadness seemed to have lifted, and cautiously, she opened the squeaky front door, and stepped outside.

Ama took note of the birds’ songs. How beautiful the sound was to her once deaf ears; making her wonder how she had never truly heard them before. She saw the greenness of the grass, and asked herself how she had never truly seen it before. The sky, and how beautifully blue it was: the wind, and how it tickled against her fur: the sun, and how it’s rays enveloped her with the warmth like a hug. Tears streamed down her little face as all the wonders of the world hit her at once. “How did I never notice?” She took a long walk around town that day. Beginning to appreciate the world and see all of the good within it. Hours had passed before she realized the time, but even though the sun was setting, she found herself right outside the gates of the cemetery where her parents were buried.

With a quick glance, anyone could tell that this cemetery wasn’t a very lively place. Wilted flowers lay on some of the graves, and the grass grew high from lack of traffic for the rest of them. Ama found her parents and found herself sitting, exclaiming all the amazing things her eyes had opened to that day. And how she wished they could be there to see it.

“I can’t believe I had forgotten how to feel…” Ama whispered. “All of these senses, these things I took for granted came back all at once… I won't let myself take anything for granted ever again.” She saw a dandelion growing by her feet, and picked it, laying it on top of the grave. “I never want to forget you…” She looked around, and remembered her father bringing her here occasionally to commemorate friends who had also fallen in the war. “It would be wrong for anyone to be forgotten.”

It was then that she decided she wouldn’t let anyone in this graveyard be forgotten. She would come back every day with flowers, and would adorn each grave whilst memorizing their names. She might not know who they were, or why they lay here today, but she knew that she wasn’t going to let them be forgotten.

Sometimes she will run into someone also mourning a loved one or family member, and will ask to learn their stories. Ama knows it isn’t much, but living her life with happiness, and taking advantage of life while she can, is the best she can do to make those who have fallen proud. That’s what they would have wanted from their families. Their lives were cut short, and Ama is going to make darn sure that she lives hers to the very best. Not just for herself…

But for them.

Note: Extras included one art piece, one theme song and a life quote. Art = 1 extra, words less than 350 = 1 extra. 2 extras used total.

[grifforik]

Extending this comp to sat the 6th? Won't have time to judge it till then anyway ^^`

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Username: rainichi
Name: laura
Gender: female
Gender for breeding purposes: female
Personality:

like a beautiful rose, with it’s pretty pink color tempting the eyes another glance.
like a beautiful rose, its sweet scent bringing you closer.
like a beautiful rose, of which hides its sharp thorns until you’ve already touched.

in her flowery sunhat and signature necklace, laura is widely recognized when she walks the streets. she smiles, and she waves, and the people wave back at her and say goodmorning. they ask her if she’s been doing well, and she says yes of course, and just before she leaves, the townsperson gives her an orange or the fabric she said she needed or they might have a kid come out from inside the house and give laura a misshapen bowl they made in class.

she’s loved by all she knows, because who could possibly dislike such a sweet, kind woman? the woman who watches children when their parents cannot, the woman who bakes cookies and hands them out as she travels around town, the woman whose voice soothes the nerves of every last person.

who could possibly ever dislike her, except the people who know the truth?

because behind her smiling eyes and singsong tone, there’s a glare and a groan as laura grows impatient and bored, and her mind flows with judgemental thoughts - how that person talks too slow, how someone’s dress looks practically ancient, how a villager brags too much about their work that they don’t even do that well.

and living this quiet life, and speaking these poisonous lies, laura can’t wait until tonight. she can’t wait for some excitement, for some danger. she can’t wait until she’s surrounded by likeminded people, who’ll she’ll certainly argue with but it’ll be fun because she’s so tired of the kindness she’s normally shown - and besides, she’s quick witted, she’ll win the fight before her patience runs short.

during the late hours, she’ll gamble and raise her fist against those who talk back to her. she’ll yell obscenities and send out countless winks - but only as a joke, because she’d never be interested in the likes of you.

but when daylight seeps passed the horizon and paints the town in a lighter shade, they’ll be laura, with baby blue eyes softly greeting you, and a gentleness in her words as she offers to do a favor for you. because if the town wishes to believe in this innocent figure, than this is the role she shall play. it’s easier like that, anyway.

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Flower story:

late in the night, when most lights have long since gone out, there’s one that dimly flickers in a narrow alley. follow this single lantern, and you’ll come to stop in front of a door. there’s a small hatch at eye level on this door; knock two times, make sure for it two be two very hearty knocks, and the hatch will open. there’s no password - no, passwords are too easily spilled, too easily overheard. instead, the passcode to enter is an item, one easy to come across if you know to look. simply show a sort of flower to the person behind the door: a snowdrop, if we’re being specific.

laura carries her bouquets, mixes of many flowers, and the townsfolk believe that they are for someone, and the town gossips about who it might be. but only one flower is important, and the rest she tosses to the side once they’ve served their use of hiding the only one that matters.




raising the flower, the hatch closes, and a click is heard. the door unlocks, and creeks open. a side glance to the right, then the left, just to make sure no one’s looking, and then laura steps inside.

where is she going? what hides behind the door? only a select few know, only a select few ever will know. she, and they, they’d prefer to keep this secret.

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History:

laura’s life is set in time passed, when computers were unheard of and when cars were still only wooden carts run by horses. she was born in an old cottage where the sunlight struggled to make it to the ground with so many trees that loomed above. she was born to a young man and woman, who hadn’t expected a child - and when they learned of her, they worried and worried, but when they had her, they fell in love with her.

when laura was young, her parents told her that the fresh air was a blessing, and that in town, every step forward introduced you to a new smell - some good, some bad, but there was never a breath of just clean, pure air. the forest was a better place.

they told her that she was fortunate to be so close to the creatures of the forest, that townsfolk rarely had the chance to see these animals, the squirrels and deer. they told her the flora was a gift, that urban places were made of only stone and metals and there was little green, but the forest was full of plants with brightly colored flowers. she was told that it was peaceful out here in the wild, that the town was full of ruckus and people weren’t nice anyway.

and laura believed these things, that the forest was a wonderful place and that her parents wished for her to be there. in a sense, she still believed these things even when she turned eleven, and learned that her parents only lived in such a place because they couldn’t return to town - or rather, they were afraid to. their voices had raised too loud that night, certainly laura was not meant to hear, and so she kept her mouth sealed and never mentioned it to her parents. she wondered why they weren’t allowed to return, but she never said a word.

she didn’t ask, thought maybe one day she would, but before she ever could, her parents sat her down, and they explained something to her. they did quite often speak of suspicious things those days. it seemed that they’d gotten into trouble, or the country had anyway, and her parents were needed, because, you see, in their earlier days they were infamous for their work. they were special agents in war, spies, double agents, they were it all and they were the best. but when their identities were compromised, they fled and never looked back, especially when they had a child.

but an old friend had contacted them, and he requested their help. he warned them of oncoming war, and he told them they were needed, and they’d be needed for a long time. they would have refused, but neither could stand to turn down their country.

when the sun rose the next morning, laura awoke to find herself in the stinging cold of early winter, with people all around but no one stopped to even glance at her. she sat in a chair, having fallen asleep there, and looking around, she vaguely recalled her chat with her parents. that night, they left their home, as sudden as it might have been. that night, they arrived at headquarters, where special agents were trained.

perhaps no place for a child, especially one accustomed the peace of nature, but laura had an immediate affinity for their parent’s work. the skills the agents possessed were fascinating to her, and their missions were adventurous and exciting.

she’d been training her whole life prior already, with years of her dad teaching her to shoot and training her strength and endurance, while her mom helped her practice her flexibility and gymnastics everyday, and then they’d hone her patience and tranquility for stressful situations.

none of that made sense to her as a kid (although it was fun at the time), but like puzzle pieces, much of her childhood came together to form one coherent picture. the whispers, the random panic her parents would sometimes suffer, their relentless encouragement for laura to learn these skills - it made sense.

her parents, naturally reluctant, sheltered their daughter, didn’t allow her to partake in the agents’ training, especially at a young age. meanwhile, she lived a life outside all this, as the new girl in a quaint little town where the government facility was quietly tucked away.

but nothing could keep laura from what eventually became too strong a fascination, and when she hit maturity, her parents could no longer stop her. she joined the special agents unit, and like her parents,

she soon became one of the best.

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the art is messyyyy i'm sorry |'D

[grifforik]

AND CLOSED! NO MORE POSTING!

[grifforik]

These were all so hard to judge XD Thank you guys for entering and it was fun to read all the things that you came up with ^^

I'd like to award rainichi an RU if they'd like one (or you can trade the RU for 2 stubs ) I enjoyed the story and the character as a whole, great job

And the winner is Trompy! Your form was super pretty and well thought out. The stories were very nicely done and the art was beautiful. Super congrats

rainichi PM me for the RU or to trade it for stubs ^u^

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naicuu

congrats !!
and ty grifforik for the ru !! i'll be taking it :0cc i'll pm u soon !

[~Trompy]

Ahh thank you so much!! I looove her! <3

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