[little fishball]

What is a Pillowtail?:
A Pillowtail is a Puma like creature with horns and an EXTREMELY fluffy tail, They are passionate creatures and very loving. If you don't love them they'll make you love them!! They also can go infreezng weather and are very nice too all animals, they even gain enough love and respect for a certain animal or creature they could befriend them as a pet or yet if their bond is so strong they can communicate with each other and they come in many shapes,colors and sizes! so keep and eye out for these lovable fluff balls as they are now released into our world to spread happiness and love!

This little flower babe has a little premade backstory but she's still up for grabs
Her story is that she was one just an everyday pillowtail, nothing special. Nothing eye catching, but she always had a love for flowers. When she discovered her mother had died, she ran to the forest and the flowers comforted her. She fell over logs, scraped her sides and the plants always lended their love they stitched her wounds with the prettiest flowers. She let's the plants grow with her, her tail used to be puny until a bush peacefully stitched itself into her tail. Her plants are her friends and never to be separated from her.

Form for her! Markings explanation contest

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Why does she have those odd markings on her back and thigh?: (30 words+)


(i know ranks don't exist anymore but this bab is a monster child)

[Softfeather_04]

Username:Softfeather_04
Pillowtail name: RosaBella ( Rose )
Gender:female
Why does she have those odd markings on her back and thigh?:

Rose was running through the woods one day and a butterfly flew by she decided to follow it and soon the butterfly landed it had taken her to a beautiful out cove rose instantly fell silent and stared in awe the little butter fly away and came back with a beautiful flower crown she placed it on Roses head and landed on her back giving her one final gift the butterfly had left a beautiful mark on her back symboling her connection to nature

I tried XD

[ArtisticDragon531]

Username: ArtisticDragon531

Pillowtail name: Farfalla

Gender: Female

Why does she have those odd markings on her back and thigh?: (30 words+)

Farfalla always had a very strong connection to the woods that surrounded her home after all the flowers there gave her the comfort and love she needed after her mother tragically passed. While lounging among the flower beds within the forest clearing one night there was a strange commotion past the treeline and when she looked up there was a dark figure stood. At first it stared for a couple seconds and then it took off in a full sprint. This greatly confused Farfalla as she had most certainly seen all of the different animals that inhabited this part in the forest and none quite fit that figure. This figure was not a bear, oh no it was much to small and lean more like a deer, but it was not a deer as it seemed to have paws and longer fur, almost like a wolf. It was strange almost as if it were a hybrid of a wolf and deer. Farfalla did not think about anything else except for the thought of catching the running shadow. She gave chase for what felt like hours until the beast took a sharp left leading the now tiring flowered Pillowtail into a clearing full of flowers she had never laid eyes on. They glowed a bright silver in the moonlight. She was completely transfixed. Farfalla only snapped out of her dream-like trance when the beast let out a rather mournful sound chilling her to the bone. The creature now illuminated by the moonlight was shown to have the head, back legs, the start of what could be antlers, and tail of a buck, but the body shape, front legs, fur, and coloration of a wolf. To say Farfalla was shocked would be an understatement, she was floored when the creature slowly padded over to the largest collection of flowering ivy which hung from the twisted ancient tree which she now realized stood in the middle of the circular clearing and carefully moved it aside moving swiftly through the opening. With conflicted thoughts running through her tired mind the Pillowtail moved slowly forward towards the mighty trunk and, with great care, pushed past the ivy and descended into the tunnel directly following the curtain. When the tunnel finally widened, the sight that fell upon her eyes almost made her eyes well up, there in a bed of the same shimmering petals was a wounded creature that bore great resemblance to the one who had guided her there the only difference was that the fully grown buck had full antlers that curled beautifully and they were covered in about a dozen large butterflies. The creature looked as though it had been brutally attacked, and from what Farfalla could tell, was barely alive. The young flowered feline let a nearly silent cry past her muzzle as the younger guide curled up gently nuzzled its father. She knew what that pain was like as it had not been a year since she had lost her own mother. The young fawn looked at her with a mixture of fear, sadness, and hopelessness and let out a very quiet, almost silent, cry in return. It pulled her heart strings to see such a young being so desperate as to bring a complete stranger for help. Out of all the possible choices why her? This personal question hit her hard, and even if she did not know the answer to that question she knew there was one. There just had to be. She only ever looked up when the fawn crept up to her almost shyly almost as if he were asking something of her. The creature must have picked up on the confused look on the feline's face because he walked up and ever so lightly nudged the flowers sprouting from when she had sliced it open on that fateful day. Farfalla finally understood why he had chosen her. With a small nod and an even smaller gulp out of nerves she slowly approached the downed buck who groaned softly and swiftly lowered herself near the largest of the slashes. Taking a shaky breath, The rosy furred feline laid her head on the pelt and concentrated strictly on the pure feelings of empathy for the young fawn and the wounded buck, Nostalgia from the own peaceful memories of her loving mother and the flowers, and finally the strongest of all compassion for a soul that was not her own. There was a bright flash causing Farfalla to launch backwards a couple of feet, only hear the hopeful squeal of the fawn reacting so sweetly to this new development. Her attempt had worked, the flowers from the bed were meticulously sewing the wounds together and stemming the bleeding completely allowing the buck to slowly gain consciousness, stealing yet another squeal of excitement out of the young fawn. In the mixture of a stumble and a run the young one was at the side of his father who simply looked up at the rosy furred heroine with half lidded eyes and gave his head a swift nod and with that a butterfly took flight from off of his antler, landing directly on her heart and with a swirling of silvery energy fazed directly into the frantically beating organ. After the energy had died down the Pillowtail was a bit surprised to see some new markings on her side, upper back, tail tuft, and many other parts of her body, she looked up to the buck with a new look of admiration and awe. Then unexpectedly the buck spoke in a rather quiet and raspy tone, a sign that his voice had not been used in a long while.
" Thank you for following my son and saving my life, you truly have earned the title of Guardian of this forest. You will be welcomed back to our home whenever you please from now on."
It took Farfalla to find a response, but eventually she responded, " It was my wholesome duty to serve you and you fawn. I thank you for this honor of portraying the Guardian of this forest, and I will wear these markings with pride until the day I pass. I appreciate you opening your beautiful clearing to me and I will be sure to stop in again soon." she finished with a smile
The buck gave her one last nod which she reciprocated with as much grace as possible and turned leaving the burrow and assenting up into the clearing. When she finally broke the surface she took notice of the lightened sky and made her way back to the flowerbeds in which she originally slept earlier that night, but to Farfalla it felt like weeks ago she had last seen her second home. However on her returning trip, she failed to catch the dark entity following her completely obscured by the trees surrounding her. With a ominous laugh and a burst of red smoke the figure completely disappeared, the fog it left dispersing in the low lighted sky above.

~I am so sorry this turned out so long, I guess I gt a bit carried away heh heh *awkwardly sratches back of neck*

[little fishball]

Username: ArtisticDragon531

Pillowtail name: Farfalla

Gender: Female

Why does she have those odd markings on her back and thigh?: (30 words+)

Farfalla always had a very strong connection to the woods that surrounded her home after all the flowers there gave her the comfort and love she needed after her mother tragically passed. While lounging among the flower beds within the forest clearing one night there was a strange commotion past the treeline and when she looked up there was a dark figure stood. At first it stared for a couple seconds and then it took off in a full sprint. This greatly confused Farfalla as she had most certainly seen all of the different animals that inhabited this part in the forest and none quite fit that figure. This figure was not a bear, oh no it was much to small and lean more like a deer, but it was not a deer as it seemed to have paws and longer fur, almost like a wolf. It was strange almost as if it were a hybrid of a wolf and deer. Farfalla did not think about anything else except for the thought of catching the running shadow. She gave chase for what felt like hours until the beast took a sharp left leading the now tiring flowered Pillowtail into a clearing full of flowers she had never laid eyes on. They glowed a bright silver in the moonlight. She was completely transfixed. Farfalla only snapped out of her dream-like trance when the beast let out a rather mournful sound chilling her to the bone. The creature now illuminated by the moonlight was shown to have the head, back legs, the start of what could be antlers, and tail of a buck, but the body shape, front legs, fur, and coloration of a wolf. To say Farfalla was shocked would be an understatement, she was floored when the creature slowly padded over to the largest collection of flowering ivy which hung from the twisted ancient tree which she now realized stood in the middle of the circular clearing and carefully moved it aside moving swiftly through the opening. With conflicted thoughts running through her tired mind the Pillowtail moved slowly forward towards the mighty trunk and, with great care, pushed past the ivy and descended into the tunnel directly following the curtain. When the tunnel finally widened, the sight that fell upon her eyes almost made her eyes well up, there in a bed of the same shimmering petals was a wounded creature that bore great resemblance to the one who had guided her there the only difference was that the fully grown buck had full antlers that curled beautifully and they were covered in about a dozen large butterflies. The creature looked as though it had been brutally attacked, and from what Farfalla could tell, was barely alive. The young flowered feline let a nearly silent cry past her muzzle as the younger guide curled up gently nuzzled its father. She knew what that pain was like as it had not been a year since she had lost her own mother. The young fawn looked at her with a mixture of fear, sadness, and hopelessness and let out a very quiet, almost silent, cry in return. It pulled her heart strings to see such a young being so desperate as to bring a complete stranger for help. Out of all the possible choices why her? This personal question hit her hard, and even if she did not know the answer to that question she knew there was one. There just had to be. She only ever looked up when the fawn crept up to her almost shyly almost as if he were asking something of her. The creature must have picked up on the confused look on the feline's face because he walked up and ever so lightly nudged the flowers sprouting from when she had sliced it open on that fateful day. Farfalla finally understood why he had chosen her. With a small nod and an even smaller gulp out of nerves she slowly approached the downed buck who groaned softly and swiftly lowered herself near the largest of the slashes. Taking a shaky breath, The rosy furred feline laid her head on the pelt and concentrated strictly on the pure feelings of empathy for the young fawn and the wounded buck, Nostalgia from the own peaceful memories of her loving mother and the flowers, and finally the strongest of all compassion for a soul that was not her own. There was a bright flash causing Farfalla to launch backwards a couple of feet, only hear the hopeful squeal of the fawn reacting so sweetly to this new development. Her attempt had worked, the flowers from the bed were meticulously sewing the wounds together and stemming the bleeding completely allowing the buck to slowly gain consciousness, stealing yet another squeal of excitement out of the young fawn. In the mixture of a stumble and a run the young one was at the side of his father who simply looked up at the rosy furred heroine with half lidded eyes and gave his head a swift nod and with that a butterfly took flight from off of his antler, landing directly on her heart and with a swirling of silvery energy fazed directly into the frantically beating organ. After the energy had died down the Pillowtail was a bit surprised to see some new markings on her side, upper back, tail tuft, and many other parts of her body, she looked up to the buck with a new look of admiration and awe. Then unexpectedly the buck spoke in a rather quiet and raspy tone, a sign that his voice had not been used in a long while.
" Thank you for following my son and saving my life, you truly have earned the title of Guardian of this forest. You will be welcomed back to our home whenever you please from now on."
It took Farfalla to find a response, but eventually she responded, " It was my wholesome duty to serve you and you fawn. I thank you for this honor of portraying the Guardian of this forest, and I will wear these markings with pride until the day I pass. I appreciate you opening your beautiful clearing to me and I will be sure to stop in again soon." she finished with a smile
The buck gave her one last nod which she reciprocated with as much grace as possible and turned leaving the burrow and assenting up into the clearing. When she finally broke the surface she took notice of the lightened sky and made her way back to the flowerbeds in which she originally slept earlier that night, but to Farfalla it felt like weeks ago she had last seen her second home. However on her returning trip, she failed to catch the dark entity following her completely obscured by the trees surrounding her. With a ominous laugh and a burst of red smoke the figure completely disappeared, the fog it left dispersing in the low lighted sky above.

~I am so sorry this turned out so long, I guess I gt a bit carried away heh heh *awkwardly sratches back of neck*

oh my gosh
thats alot
i may need you to shorten that a bit

[ArtisticDragon531]

I can try my best, sorry again. Any Specific word count you want me to get it down to?

[little fishball]

I can try my best, sorry again. Any Specific word count you want me to get it down to?

70 is fine

[ArtisticDragon531]

I can try my best, sorry again. Any Specific word count you want me to get it down to?

70 is fine

I am sorry that I went over seventy words, but do not worry its only like eighty-one so not really that drastic. It is not really clean as it is actually kinda choppy but hey, it is a lot more simplified than before. Here it is.

Farfalla was awoken by a wolf-deer hybrid fawn one night. She followed the fawn to a clearing full of unique flowers where she was lead to a buck in a horrible state after an attack. Using her connection to the flowers as an advantage, Farfalla urged the flowers to sew up the wounds something once done for her. For her life-saving deed the Buck gave her the title of Guardian over the forest by bewitching her with a powerful Moonlight Butterfly.

[little fishball]

y es

[Softfeather_04]

Bump^^

[ArtisticDragon531]

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