[Guest]

I'm so thrilled to see my flower family grow. Aiyana and Kasvi were my first kalons so their family is a special one.

This re adoption will be limited to owners of 3 or less kalons, including non owners.

That said this will be an unlimited impress me with the one requirement being family relationships. This family also has the running theme of all, except the adopted daughter, having plant themed names. That isn't a requirement, but I'd love to keep the theme going.

Here is the basic skeleton. You can make any entry you like. It can be a separate form, website, web-comic, or anything. As long as I know these basic things we're good. You can also tell me in art, writing, or whatever. In the next post you can find the information of all the family members.

The end date will be September 1st, but an extension can be given if it's needed.

Code: Select all

[b]Username: [/b]
[b]Name: [/b]
[b]Gender: [/b]

[Guest]

Kasvi
Finnish word meaning flora

Kasvi is easily one of the most stern members of the family. He's very proud of his work and family. Kasvi believes that if you can't respect yourself, no one will. He is a botanist who studies the coloration of roses. His dream is to make the blue rose a natural plant. Kasvi spends much of his time working in his green house. The family makes little money due to both parents jobs bringing a low income, but they live on large farm land provided for Kasvi's work so it isn't all bad. He has a fear of aphids.
Kasvi's family includes his brother Carter, and his mate and kits.

Aiyana
Native American word meaning ever blooming

Aiyana is a nurturing mother. She works by means of selling her many art pieces. They never really sell for more than $10 - $25, but art is her passion. She enjoys being able to stay home with her children. Aiyana is very hot headed and childish. She acts more like another daughter than Kasvi's mate. He often has to clean up her messes as she's often getting mad at someone. She often brings home shelter animal for them to foster.

Amarantha
Genus of flower - Amaranth

Amarantha is a wild child far past the extent of her mother. She's a dare devil. Though she is intelligent like her father, she rarely uses it in her stunts. She is a thrill seeker and prefers to not know the outcome. Amarantha can always find a way to put her life on the line. She was a doting sister to her adopted sibling and will surely do so to the new additions.

Halime Baklava Flurr
Owned by Sillybob101

Her information can be found here.

Gladiolus
Genus of flower - Gladiolus/sword flower

Gladiolus is a frail child like his father was at a young age. He often gets sick and spends much of his time resting. When he's not recovering, he's with his mother playing with the foster animals of helping her with the latest project.

[eri]

Username: septemberr
Name: anthea
Gender: female

res!!

[Cinnamon Heart]

Username: Cherry_Tart
Name: Marigold
Gender: female
Personality: Marigold is a very shy yet also determined and clever kit. She's very sensitive, and after suffering from a huge lack of self-confidence which let to her doubting every single decision and judgement that she made, she decided to push herself so that she'd never doubt like that ever again. She changed her mindset to be entirely sure of her judgements, and now, once something is set in her mind, convincing her that she's wrong about said thing is almost impossible: kalons that are mean to her, or someone that she has set as being nice, in her presence would get a glare and an angry response spat back at them if they were to ever ask her for help or advice, and a distrusting, or maybe even an utterly disbelieving reaction if they were to ask her for support in some good-willed project -and the same goes the other way around: somebody that she has set in her mind as being kind and caring after being nice to others would be forgiven in no time if they were to make minor bad-willed decisions, and any acts proving that they're actually mean wouldn't be taken seriously unless Marigold were to actually witness them, or were confronted by an equally trusted friend.

Relationship with her family:

-

[sparks!]

Username: kumquat.
Name: Limnanth
Gender: male

[~Phantom]

Username: ~Phantom
Name: Savannah
Gender: Female

[alyxmin]

Username: pebby stone.
Name: fern
Gender: born a female, prefers they/them pronouns.

their breath quickened as they ran.
police sirens echoed behind him, and their lungs screamed to stop but their legs screamed otherwise.
how did i get in this amount of trouble?
oh yeah, i remember.

three years before
fern was a kalon with hardly any words.
their family was more of a middle-classed family, nowhere near wealthy but not super poor.
but fern saw how some children had nothing to eat, and didn't want to live in an orphanage with the mean lady.
so they used to bring some food from his house to them.
but they quickly realized they hardly had anything to eat then.
so he turned to stealing.

oh it was hard for them, he was taught to be proper and no stealing.
but whoever leaves a pile of strawberries in the middle of a cart is just begging to be stolen.
the man running the stand was inside, so fern just grabbed the strawberries and left.
fern brought it towards the small, poor kalons and he loved the smiles on their face.
fern was sure to only steal the little things, like a bit of melons or potatos.
but it didnt help that they felt guilty for doing it.

they kept stealing the little things, until one day fern realized they were caught.
the police went to fern's family's house, saying fern stole foods.
fern's family denied it, and fern had tears in their eyes as he realized he put his family in danger.
so they ran away, ran away from the guilt and the pain of knowing he left without saying goodbye.
they didnt want love, they knew it would slow them down and that they would put the kalon in danger.
they did fall in love, but they ran away from their feelings.
they had no home, no love of surviving.
but they had to remember, they had to run away from the sirens.

[Guest]

Just posting a half way mark. About two weeks left. I ca give an extension if needed.

[Discter]

Username: Discter
Name: Muratti (ivy)
Gender: Male

Wip wip wip

I suck at coding so sorry if this turns out weird... I'm trying. Current links: X X X actual size X Actual size X actual size The boy does have legs I just can't draw shoes or anything like that lol X outfit X

First Memory...



His first memory is of him playing
with a red lobster squeaky toy,
while Gladiolus coughs wetly in front him.
Everything else is a blur he can't remember.

Earlier Memories...

Muratti frowns as him brother runs up to him, panting and coughing. He'd been playing with him, and he had gotten tired.
Maybe Muratti had played too rough? His mother had said not too due to his brother being weaker, but he didn't think he'd done that. He hadn't wrestled with him, which had earned the lecture about playing nicer. He'd just been playing tag with him, and now his brother looked frail and tired. Sighing as playtime was signaled over repeatedly by the coughs in front of him, "let's go inside. Do you want some apple-juice to drink?" His brother nodded frantically, following behind him as they went inside.

Kicking his feet under the chair, Muratti worried over his brother. They were in the doctors office, Gladiolus was sick with a cold, and wasn't getting better. It'd been a week, Thursday he was coughing more than usual, and was either too hot or too cold. Glaring at the magazines in front of him, he reluctantly took a peak in them. Ugh, dresses. Sure, they were nice, but he still shuddered at him. Never again will he accept a bet like that. Ever. Never would he accept a bet like that and wear a dress again. Peaking his head out when the door opened, his mother smiled at him, holding Gladiolus with a blanket around him. His father came out as well, and walked over to him, "wanna go home now?" Nodding, his mother came back from the front desk with his brother, and they all headed out to the car.

"I do like Gladiolus, but isn't he kinda weird? He keeps coughing all the time, is repeatedly excused from gym, and sometimes doesn't show up to school. He keeps missing all of his classes, I swear, out of all the people in the school, he has had more sick days than anyone." Muratti frowned out that, staring down at the gravel road under his feet as he walked. Gladiolus couldn't help the fact he missed so much school, he was just sick. But now that he thought about, his brother was a little weird. He liked being the princess when they played princess and knight, and was happy to make Muratti the knight repeatedly. "I guess he is kinda weird, but he's out all the time because he gets sick a lot." The girl next to him blinked in surprise, "I guess that makes since. Is it his tonsils? My older sister had her's removed because they kept getting her sick." Oh, the other boy had said that. But now he thought about it, it didn't seem like that. His brother was young and so was he, a bit too young for his tonsils to be doing this to him.
"Whatever. What about your sister Lucy, I heard she like's watercolor painting?"



His mother was bustling about the kitchen and his brother was watching TV next to him. He'd managed to persuade his fiery mother to get him some watercolors with the help of his father. Now, he was painting a flower that rested on the table, while listening to the TV. "Hey bro, watchya drawing?" "Trying to paint this flower and the pot it's in. I knew painting was hard, but I didn't think it'd be this hard." Gladiolus turned around to stare at his painting. "I like it! It's better than anything I could do." Muratti glanced over at his brother. "Well, do you wanna try with me? Maybe one of us will be amazing at this." Gladiolus instantly lit up, "really!? Okay! I'll go get some more paper!" And with that he raced out of the room, calling out for their mother for printing paper.

He was racing after the soccer ball, determined to beat the other player to it. It was 3 to 3, one of their most difficult games this whole year. If he was able to pass it down to Jen, he knew they could win. Only five more minutes are left, he thought while fiercely kicking the ball down the grassy yard. It went soaring over the players heads, where Jen jumped up, and kicked it straight into the other team's goal. Grinning like a fool at helping, his heart soared into skies with pride. He had managed to help his team, even though it was just a little chance at winning (number 28 on the other team was really good!!), it was enough for him. He could hear the crowd going wild, and his mother screaming at him encouragements, her loud boisterous voice ringing clear, followed by his brother. If you can't play Gladiolus, then I will for you. I'll be the knight you could've been on the sports field.

Muratti glared at the window before him, filled with many different clothing items. He wanted to get something his brother would like for Christmas, but honestly, what would his brother use? Couldn't be a soccer ball, or cleats. Couldn't be anything relating to the garden, or books. Muratti had no idea what books Gladiolus liked. Couldn't get sunscreen, their father could do that already. Couldn't be water, they already had that too. So now he went for clothes. Originally video games might have done it, but Gladiolus liked reading more than video games. Maybe his brother would like a scarf or some mittens? He glared at the blue mittens with reindeer on them. Why couldn't they be exactly what his brother would want? Did he even want clothes? Pouting due to being inept at picking out presents, he headed inside the store.



"I like the beet nose mom! Carrot noses are weird." His brother said to his mother, looking at all the items they could use to decorate the snowman's face. They were outside playing in the snow with their mother, while his father went to check on the plants. "Are ya sure? A beet nose might not look so good with the acorns." His mother said, giving a questioning look to his brother.
"I like 'em mom." His mother glanced over to him, and gave a fond smile. "Well, Gladiolus, if yer brother seconds it, it must be fine." And with a smile and a whoop for joy, his brother stuck the beat on the snowman's face, using his gloves he had gotten the day before.





"Happy birthday bro! I uh, got you something I made in art class. It's not the best but, uh, it's the thought that counts, right?" Nodding, he stared at his brother. "Well uh, you have to close your eyes and hold out one of your paws." What? Uhh.. Well, alright. Closing his eyes, he held out his left paw, waiting for the signal to open them. Something cold and soft slipped over his paw, then tightened on his wrist, with his brothers paws resting lightly on the tips of his. "You can open your eyes now." Popping them open, he stared at the blue bracelet, decorated with stickers and little items. "I uh, am not really good so I just put some stickers on and a few things I thought you would like... Do you like it?" Nodding, he stared wide eyed, transfixed by the bracelet. "Yeah, I love it. Thank you for making this for me." He doesn't say how grateful he is he made it, can't seem to force the words out of how hard it must be for his little brother to go to a class with strange foreign people. But, maybe his tone did. Quickly embracing his brother with a whisper, "thank you. I love you." And with a sniffle his brother wrapped his around Muratti's back. "You're welcome, I love you too."

Kit hobbies:
Watercolor painting
Playing Princess and Knight
Swimming
Gardening

Kit likes:
The color blue
Purple flowers
His brother
Classical Music
Cupcakes

Kit dislikes:
Burnt marsh mellows (thanks dad)
Poison Ivy
Homework
Black licorice twizzlers
Dresses
Bets

- Kit personality -
Muratti as a kit loved his brother to bits, but was often frustrated. It wasn't directly at his brother, but the fact he just couldn't play with him all the time upset him. He couldn't play sports with him, couldn't wrestle, couldn't do anything but paint with him. Well, he could play Princess and Knight, but even that got old after a while. Yes, he loved his brother, but sometimes, he just didn't feel like dealing with such frailness; and usually would play with the neighbors boy and girl instead. He did make time for his brother, but, well... Meh. Muratti would do anything for him, but he liked independence, both from his brother and family members. Going out for walks alone, speaking few words, not being able to do all the things he could do with his brother, he was solemn and fierce kit. Many pictures you often see him scowling and pouting. Besides that, he tries to be open to other kits and adults, doing his best to comfort them and advise them in only the way a kit can.

- Kit friends-

Carter - Carter may be his uncle, but he does consider him a friend, or at least someone he can rely on. His uncle has always been there for him, and he has many memories of his uncle comforting him, or playing rough with him when his parents can't. He can always go to him for advice or help, no matter what it is. The soothing colors of his uncles fur comforts him, the big smile, and the cheesy jokes makes him smile. And his mate is super nice too.

Gladiolus - Yes, he may be his brother, but that doesn't make your family your friend automatically. But Gladiolus has always been a sweetie to him, and tries his best to help his brother and play with him in ways he usually couldn't. If he wants to vent about kit stuff, or how stupid school is, Gladiolus is always there to play and talk with.



Muratti now lives with a roommate in an apartment downtown in the city closest to his parents house. Tony is a human who lets him stay in the apartment he owns for a small fee, which with Muratti's work can easily pay. Everything else he earns either goes into a savings account or is sent to his parents. He visits his parents every Saturday, bringing them lunch then leaving to go home for dinner. He calls his brother every Saturday for a few hours, then continues on his peaceful weekend. He's currently working as a therapy animal for a therapist, as well as helping in a restaurant. Muratti is incredibly fast, and good at running errands, even if something heavy is on his back. He's use to running on cobble stones, dodging cars, and racing down alleyways. He usually delivers food, money, and the occasional letter for the owner of the restaruant. Every once in a while he goes down to the local post office and asks if he can do anything for them. The old lady at the counter is very friendly, and usually lets him delivers letters and packages to houses. The most he's ever delivered is a box roughly half his size, and a letter for a very important business man in downtown.

In order to talk to humans, he has gotten a special chip implant near his brain with a collar connected to it. The chip near his brain reads his brain waves, and can translate them into human speech with help from the collar. The chip sends the translated data into his collar, which reads the data and spits a robot voice out of the speaker impeded in the collar. The collar can have items attached to it, and has his information on it, including number, place of residence, and name. It also has an information bit on it explaining what the collar does.

- Adult personality -

Muratti still loves his brother to bits, and often tries to make time for him outside of his phone calls. His brother doesn't live too far away from him, so he tries to visit when he can. Usually catching the bus and bribing the bus driver can get him there, if not an uber. Muratti is still a quiet Kalon, usually speaking few words unless around his brother or friends. He typically just tries to get his point across, blunt with the social grace of a lumbering bear, he can come off as rude. Since that's not always his intention to do so, he usually introduces himself with a, "Hello, my name is Muratti, and it's very nice to meet you. Sorry if I come off rude when I talk to you, I'm just trying to get my point across as quickly as possible." Muratti is always open to talk when asked, and will subtly (in his opinion subtle) show his concern with repeated questions. He loves his family, and often visits them when he can.

Hobbies:
Painting
Deliveries
Writing
Reading

Likes:
Tinkering
Color blue
Philosophy
Helping others
Aquariums

Dislikes:
Large crowds
Snakes
Rude people
Heights
Bets/Gambling

- Work life -

Pushing his way through the doggy door, Muratti glanced at Amelia, the human therapist he was working for. He was supposed to help calm down a little boy that was coming in today, with the conversationg going to be recorded for the police. Apparently his father had gotten into some trouble, and the police were making sure the father hadn't hurt the boy or anything. Some mild neglect from the father had been noticed, him often leaving on the weekends, but his mother seemed to be doing fine. Curling up under Amelias legs, he looked up at her, and she smiled down at him. "Hi Muratti! I'm just getting my notepad ready and the recorder set up. The little boy's name is Thomas, and he should be here in a few minutes. This is just going to be like all the other patients, you'll sit with me and I will offer you to sit by him and let him pet you if he needs it. The only difference will be the recorder." Blinking, he settled his head on his paws, and waited for Thomas to walk through the door.



The session had gone like normal, with Thomas eagerly having Muratti sit on his lap, petting him and scratching behind his ears.
The little boy was dressed nicely, a thick sweater covering his small frame. He'd gotten nervous a few times and hesitant, but other wise seemed to be fine. Shy and sweet, he seemed like a normal boy. His father had treated him just fine from what the boy said, he was just sad that his father didn't see him often. He seemed to be lonely, but from further questioning had plenty of friends and good friends. He even had a best friend named Jake. Padding back inside after seeing Thomas off to be picked up by his mother, he wondered back into the room where Amelia was. "Oh, back already? Well, I just have to send this to the police via mail. I know you deliver letters every once in a while, do you mind taking this down to the police station? I'll add extra to your regular paycheck." Muratti nodded, and sat next to her, patiently waiting for the package.

Muratti padded into the restaurant doggy door, quickly striding into the office of his boss. Filing out taxes with piles of paper hogging the desk, the poor stapler dropped on the floor, Muratti quickly let loose a whine of concern. Uh oh, looks like Miss Cindy forgot about taxes again. Picking up a stray paper with his mouth, he quickly set it down on top of the desk. "Oh, Murry! Back from fighting crime and saving the city? Well, the day isn't over yet! I've got a job for you, I need you to get this letter to my friend, he lives pretty far away, and I don't really trust the post office to get this to him soon enough. Mind taking this to him? I'll pay you extra due to the distance." Nodding, he paced the small stuffy office, waiting for Miss Cindy to get the letter ready for him. "Alrighty! Here it is, since this might take you a while and it's already so late, I'll pay you tomorrow when you come back in.
You might be a super hero to some, but even you aren't invincible to guns." Curling the letter into his barrel necklace, he sped out of the restaurant, barking at a few workers he knew. "See ya Murry! "Have fun Muratti!"



Walking into the post office, he quickly headed towards the counter, pulling himself up to rest his paws and head on it and yipped. "Just a moment! Wait, Muratti dear, is that you?" A bark confirmed that. "Alrightie, I'll be out in a moment with something for you to deliver." Tail swishing from side to side, he spotted the old lady, Nancy, smiling as she ambled towards him with a small package. "Well, this came in recently, and didn't make it to the truck in time to be delivered. Would you like to do it dear?" Another bark. "Alrightie then, let me get you some money and a milk bone." Sliding a milk bone next to him on the counter, Muratti quickly wolfed it down and tucked the money away, then took the small box out with him.

- Friends -

Tony - One of his friends is his roommate, Tony. He'd met him when he went to be trained as a service animal in order to qualify for a therapy animal. Learning procedures had been a challenge, and sometimes his personality would conflict with the trainers, but Tony was usually there to cheer him up. He had been heading inside from a training session, frustrated from today's trainer. "Oh wow! A Kalon! I didn't expect to see one of you all here! I thought you guys lived mostly in the forest?" A human was talking to him, with a broom in hand and a big white VOLUNTEER slapped on the human's t-shirt. "Most of us do. Some of us have decided to live and integrate into human society." "Whoa! You can talk! You must have one of those special collars! That's so cool!" Padding over to the hooks were the leashes, collars, and doggy vests were, he turned his head towards his back to unclip the vest he had on. "Yes. The collar is very nice." "Neat! Hey, one of my friends loves those things, but can't really get her hands on it due to not having any Kalons of her own, and, well, not being a Kalon! Would you be willing to meet her? You could come over to my place, and get some treats!" Muratti tossed the thought around in his head while he hung up the vest. Did he really want to go to a stranger's place? Much less a humans? Well,the thought of those delicious dog bone treats danced around in his brain. "I will go. But if she is ruins my collar, I will leave. Bring doggy biscuits and milk bones." And it started off from there.

Nikki - Nikki was another human, whom he had met due to checking out the dog races downtown. Being a fast runner and use to carrying heavy items, Muratti decided to check out the dog races, hoping that Kalons could be accepted. If someone became his patron there, he could possibly bring in some extra cash in his spare time. Buying a ticket was easy enough, and now he had a seat on one of the many chairs in the stadium. They were getting the dogs into their stations, with many humans excitedly murmuring around him, chatting to their friends. A few humans were sitting next to him, talking quite loudly. He couldn't help listening in, since he was right next to them. "Who do you think will win? I bet it's that black and white dog, whatisitsname, Data? I placed a bet for ten bucks on it." "Really? I wouldn't do any bets if I were you." Muratti silently agreed. "But hey, your choice. I actually thought about patroning and entering some dogs here. Whippets are really fast! Who knows, maybe I'll get a dog one day and enter it. Ooo, maybe something exotic! Like a Kalon or French bulldog!" "Well, there's a Kalon right next to us, maybe she came to watch the competition." Now they had turned to look at him, turning his head to them he replied, "I am doing a little scoping. Mostly looking for patrons in case I were to enter. I am male." The humans looked shocked and one of them blinked, before the girl answered, "Cool! I wish you luck with finding one, and oh, sorry, I thought you were a girl, my bad!" "It is fine. You did not know." "Say, you were looking for patrons?" The male human had spoken up. Muratti nodded in return, "well, Nikki here thought about becoming a patron! Didn't you Nikki?" "Well... Yes, but it was just a thought. I don't really have the money right now, maybe in the future I can." "I would be happy to be a champion for you when you have the money and time. Would you like my number and my roommates number?" Nikki blinked in surprise and quickly went on, "yes please! Here let me get my phone out, and I'll text you when I get the money!" They had talked a little bit more, but the race quickly started. It had been interesting to see the dogs racing, and talk to the humans, Nikki and John. Nikki had quickly put his and Tony's number in her phone, then promised to message him when she can. Although she still does not have the money due to college fees coming first, she does tell him her plans of what she is doing, and how she is trying to earn the money to patron him and other dogs. Every once in a while he just foes over to talk and help her, since college does stress her out.

Amaranth - Although they have an age difference and conflicting personalities at times, Amaranth is still one of his best friends. Although Amaranth is very independent and grown, she still come over all the time when they (his brother and him) where growing up, not just when they were babies. The conflicting personalities can come along often, since Amaranth is a daredevil who often puts herself in danger, much to Muratti's ire. Why would she do that? Doesn't she knew she can get herself killed that way? Doesn't she know we love her and would miss her if she's gone? Was what he use to think often as a kit when he watched her stunts. Even know he thinks that, but he trusts her. She's built up her skills from skateboarding, dirt bikes, and white water rafting, to incredible and truly dangerous stunts. She's only gotten hurt a few times, and only got a scratch in the last few years. But, besides watching her do amazing stunts and being his family, he loves and appreciates her for another reason. When he was young and Gladiolus couldn't play, she stepped in. Helped coach him with sports, help nurture his dreams, let him feel like he had a sibling he could actually play rough with. Yes, he loves Gladiolus, but he couldn't be there to wrestle with him. But Amaranth was, and she was there for so much more. There for letting him vent about things he could never tell Gladiolus or his parents. He still visits her as much as he can, and she him. Often he goes to watch her shows and stunts, if he can't go, he'll watch on the TV and call her the next day, telling her his thoughts about the event.

- Outfit -



This outfit both applies to kit and adult life. The collar for talking to humans, and the barrel on it for a little decoration, while in adult life it's for carrying things. The little pack is also for carrying items, with a few stickers slapped on from his friends, both in the adult life and kit hood. The bracelet is from his brother.

i'm so excited i love this little baby alright - oh yeah winner free to use my images just credit me - also konan you're free to do so as well

[Guest]

There's a week left in this. I can extend it if needed. I understand that some people have started back to school and might need more time.