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[Tripp]

i've been death this last two weeks, that count? >> *cough*alsoihasnewfursona*cough*

[June Bug]

I guess this is not a good time for having time. xD <3

FFF, I was wondering who that cutie in your sig was, Tripp~

[Tammanae]

I guess this is not a good time for having time. xD <3

FFF, I was wondering who that cutie in your sig was, Tripp~

I see what you did dar. <<

It's understandable though. Busy times are busy. ^^

I was wondering too over who that little cutie was. I was wondering if it was a new charrie or a fursona. He is just too darn cute. <3

[Tripp]

oty guys c: he be my "canine form", but my new sona is a snow leopard/tiger mix

ah v you have saved my hide though this last few weeks, what with helping revamp the agency and everything <3

[Green Bus]

Yes Tripp, that's a lovely little boy you've got there.

Sorry, but I'm going to have to pull out. I had my baby girl last night, and I'm figurin' she might be a handful! So when I get the time Ill continue writing the form for 112 if she's not given out, or if my baby calms down a bit, lol.

I'm still at the hospital right now, actually. ^^

[lola843]

Finished my form ^^

[Tripp]

1. homg congrats
2. can't wait for donations to open *evil chuckle*
3. code drop tonight (unless nawee wants to take over again)

[Nawee]

I can't, sadly.
There was some teenage band at the mall tonight so there was a horde of crazy teenagers girl. I had one hell of an evening, so now I'm going to meet my bed until 7'o clock tomorrow because I have to start again 8D Please someone help me v.v

Congratz for your healthy baby, Green Bus! 8D It's such a wonderful news!

And good luck to everybody (Oh and Tripp the form list isn't updated).

[Tripp]

doing drop now, and ty nawee :3

[The Agency]

I PMed Beanie and she gave me permission to go for #13 as just a cat, but if she changes her mind or what-not then I can probably change my form :3

Pet's ID Tag:
#13

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Name You'd Choose for It:
Sooki

Gender:
Female

Reason You Want It:
I've been in love with her design for a long time, actually, just never really got the time to write her form and all (and I'm actually not the greatest fan of chickens :s). Anyway, I really like her simple, plushie look and her design is really wonderful. I find that she's rather unique compared to some other characters-- she has bright colors but they don't strike as 'amg, I'm a sparklewolf cat' as the colors blend together nicely. I promise that if I get her I will get her some art, even if not constantly.

History/Background/Other:
Sooki had really started off as a piece of schoolwork, an assignment given to a small girl for art class.
Assemble an animal with recyclable materials, paint it, turn it in.

The directions had been simple, and labeled onto a small sheet of paper. Once home, the girl worked on her animal-- upon reflection, she chose a cat, after her real cat, Mittens, who was a petite tabby with large, green eyes.

The child was a real artist; she was told so every day.
It didn't take long for the animal to be completed, but the girl still felt as though something was missing. The girl fell in love with her creation-- she knew that the lack of life left Sooki, as she called it, incomplete.

Sooki is, truthfully, genderless and ageless, but prefers to be referred to as a 'she'. The girl, of course, could never bring her to life, but strangely enough Sooki could still converse leisurely with Mittens.

And to the girl, Sooki was that rare, beautiful gift of recycling.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

Pet's ID Tag:
67

Name You'd Choose for It:
Anastasia

Gender:
Female

Age:
21 in dog years
6 in human years

Personality:
It's very hard for her to trust others because of her childhood. She can be very snappy at times but is really good at heart. She's very athletic and she enjoys being outside. She prefers to live in the city rather than the country because the city keeps her busy. It's hard for her to adjust to change.

Hobbies:
Painting, reading, baking, and swimming.

Favorite Color:
Brown

Favorite Song:
Hello World by the Saddle Club

Likes:
•Sports
•Painting
•Reading
•Baking
•Swimming
•Collecting Postcards
•Chasing cats
•Writing in her journal

Dislikes:
◘Being alone
◘Death
◘Cats
◘Green
◘Celery
◘Paw massages
◘Trash bags

Reason You Want Her:
Her design is so... deep. Everything about her design corresponds with the history I've chosen for her. The heart on her hip represents the love she has for special needs children. The line markings on her tail are supposed to look like crayons - representing the love she has for art. Same with the crayon-looking marking on her muzzle. The stars on her cheeks are for the major she has in astronomy and teaching special needs kids. The black vines are for how tangled her life was as a child compared to how calm and serene it is now - hence all the pink.

Background:
Anastasia had a very tangled and confusing life as a child.
Let me explain a little more...
•••••
Anastasia woke up screaming. That was the third nightmare that week!
All of them were about the same thing - her mother. Her mother had died just a week before, and as if it wasn't bad enough, Anastasia witnessed the entire scene. Her mother had died of food poisoning - a common but disgustingly gross sickness for wolves.
Anastasia was absolutely traumatized.
Her mother was not just her mother - but her best friend. Her only friend.
•••••
Anastasia got up and prepared for school. The principal wouldn't let her take off even though she had a disturbingly awkward two weeks. Anastasia was actually surprised no one had come to take her to a foster care center or orphanage. She had never lived alone before, and she was nothing if not scared.
When she arrived at school she received numerous pitiful glances from other wolves who felt sorry for her - most if not all were females. Anastasia hated their pity.
When school was over Anastasia drudged home, just like every other day. But when she got home she found two grown wolves waiting for her there.
"I'm afraid you'll have to pack your things and come with us." the older one said, flashing his badge which read 'CSO - Child Security Officer.'
When Anastasia still didn't move the younger of the two said, "I'm sorry, but you've got no other family. You have to come with us to the city orphanage. Pack your suitcase with everything you'll need for two days. We'll come back and get everything else later."
Anastasia was appalled. If they had known about her for the past two weeks, why had they just now come for her? Obviously they saw the look on her face and started explaining. "It takes a while to find out who your family members are. Surprisingly, you have none. So you've got to go to the orphanage. You can't just live here by yourself. You're still a pup! So, you see, it's the only way."
Anastasia replied still in a daze, "O-okay. I'll go pack my things." She went to her room and packed everything dear to her; the special bracelet her mother had given her, her journal, and a few other accessories. She walked downstairs, suitcase in hand.
The younger of the two said, "Ready to go? It's an hour long trip; you might want to use the bathroom before we leave." Anastasia followed their advice and when she was finished she started on the trip with them. Anastasia was scared and worried. What if these wolves weren't who they claimed to be? What if the other pups at the orphanage didn't like her? There was so much going through her head at that moment, she keeled over and fainted!
•••••
As she woke up and her vision started coming back, she realized her face was wet [probably because the CSO officers had splashed water on her face to wake her up] and there were wolves around her saying, "Wake up! Wake up! We haven't got time for nonsense!" With her vision back and her head awake, she remembered what had happened earlier that day. She got up and shook the dirt off her thick coat.
"You didn't have to splash water on my face, you know." Anastasia complained. All she got back were looks telling her she'd better stop complaining, or else.
•••••
When they finally reached the orphanage Anastasia was weak and tired. There was a long process when they got inside. She had to sign in, then there was a tour of the whole building, and then they showed her her room, and she had to listen to a wolf drone on and on about how important their rules were and what the consequences were if she didn't follow them. They also explained there would be no leaving the orphanage unless a release form was signed by one of their personnel. There goes my chance of escaping. Anastasia thought.
•••••
The next day, there was an orientation that Anastasia had to go to. It introduced her to all the newer 'pupils' at their orphanage. They looked just as scared and nervous as Anastasia was.
Anastasia sat down at the lunch table after the orientation and she started talking with a wolf named Lupe about what had happened at their houses and what had brought them there. They talked everyday for a year, until a couple came and said they wanted to adopt. By then the personnel at the orphanage had warned her to be on her best behavior when adopters came. She sat down with the couple and started talking about her past and what it was like to truly be alone. The next day she came to find that they wanted to adopt her. The wolves working at the orphanage said that it takes several weeks for the adoption process to go through, if it goes through at all. Anastasia tried not to get her hopes up, but it was hard. She loved the couple that wanted to adopt her. But she waited patiently and soon she was settled in her new home with her new parents.
•••••
She lived a happy life with her parents but she knew it was time to 'leave the nest' when she turned 19. She started renting an apartment and living on her own. She has wonderful friends who would do anything for her, and she is happily dating another wolf. She went to college and got a degree in teaching special needs kids as well as a degree in astrology.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

Pet's ID Tag: #87
Name You'd Choose for It: Kaito
Gender: Male
Species: Eel-Dog
Reason You Want It: I would like to adopt Kaito because I love his unique species. As soon as I saw him, I knew I wanted to adopt him. I waited out last round, as I had no time to finish a form, but this week, I decided I loved him too much to not wait another week. His colors are really nice, and every time I see him I want to squee~
History/Background/Other:
My name is Kaito. Sometimes people spell it with a "u" at the end, but I don't like that. I am an eel-dog cross. I'm kind of discriminated against because everyone sees me as different. I don't FEEL different.....but it makes me feel bad. I don't like to be left out, and I just want to be normal. But no one else sees me as normal, and, well, I wish I could just be normal. I realize you can't pick and choose what happens in your life, but sometimes, I wish I could. I've learned, though, that even I have my assets, even if others don't see them. I've learned to cherish who I am, even though many ignore me and treat me as an outcast. I found that no matter what, your own opinion of yourself matters more than the opinion of a million others, and that knowledge has helped me many times.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

wipppppy
Forms ARE open, correct?

Pet's ID Tag:69

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Name You'd Choose for It:Kaycee

Gender:Female

Reason You Want It:She just looks like me.She would be a loved character,and I would try to get as much art of her as possible.I especially love her eyes.I never want to change a thing about her!I also promise to give her lots of attention and not just let her gather dust.I think I'll roleplay her too.

History/Background/Other:
Kaycee was born in a secret planet far out in space.It was dark there,and very cloudy and foggy.the stars on her always glowed,when she was sad,they would fade somewhat.When she was angry,they would let off a blinding light,depending how mad she was.When she was exited the lights would flash.She was usually a very happy-go-luck creature,but still had her bad days.She also loved to explore more than anything.She would often get in trouble when she went out and wasn't supposed to.She hated school.One reason is because it was hard for her to listen because she would think about where to explore next.She also day-dreamed very often and the teachers would get mad at her for it.She watched lots of TV,played with her stuffed animals,and took long day naps like an average human being.She was a very fast runner and a high jumper.She loved to play volleyball with her friends and stargaze.She would always fly in the night sky,gazing at their moon. Since they were on a different planet,they had a different moon.This one was a very deep purple,that had an icey blue glow.What she loved most about they shy is that she blended right in.She often hid there when in trouble.Her favorite food was tacos and seafoods.She is also very social,has lots of friends and chases after boys like an average girl.Her favorite subject was art and writing.She could draw very well and was a wonderful writer and poet.
One day,she was all alone exploring.It was night time,everyone was asleep.She began to daydream in the forest and when she finally snapped out of it,she had no idea where she was.In a panic,she quickly flew over the forest to see where she was.She could not see home.She laid down on a tree crying.Her beautiful glow faded away.But,help was walking below and could not see her because her glow faded and she blended into the night sky.Hopeless,the walked away.
In the morning,She awoke, frightened by a loud noise.It was like a loud thud that made the ground rumble.The tree shook violently, so she flew out of it immediately and looked around to see the source of the sound.It was a huge animal!She had no idea what is was.It was big as a skyscraper.So big,that she couldn't out fly it.She flew as fast as her wings could carry her,tears of fear dripped down her foggy eyes as she flew,hopelessly afraid.She honestly thought that she was going to die.It was just crushing to her because she is so brave and she never felt like this,ever.
Her wings began to get tired.She came to an open land of snow(which was a light,ice blue on this planet)and a frozen river with a frozen waterfall.The beast couldn't cross over the river without getting stuck in it,so Kaycee flew over to the other side and fell into a peaceful sleep.WIP

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

Pet's ID Tag:
No. 10
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Name You'd Choose for It:
Zorra [Love that name <3 It reminds me of Zelda's Zoras.]
Gender:
Female
Reason You Want It:
I have been wanting to try for her since last week, though I was trying for another character. Since the code drop, I thought I'd take on trying to get little Zorra. She is just so beautiful. I've also been wanting a zombie-type character, and as I have all my characters I vow to take good care of her. This would also be, most likely, my first character with a lavender-purple eye, which I adore lavender. I love the mummy white-like parts on her as well, so it'd be my first zombie-mummy cross cat, too, I guess? x3 I also just adore the design altogether, since it's so...unique.

For another reason, it also makes me think of the songs Ghosts and Thriller at the same time. But I suppose from the suggestive zombie-type look, as well as a ghost-like look it's just what naturally popped into my head. Scars are something that usually don't attract me, but in this design it just connected with a click. The connection I feel for this character is almost extra-ordinary and I'm in love. We just...click.
History/Background/Other:
Personality;
Zorra is wary and withdrawn. She hardly talks to strangers, avoiding them the best way possible. Her wariness makes her so shy she never speaks at all if a stranger speaks to her, though she is lonely deep down. It's almost like she has a disorder, but it's just the way her personality has shaped her. It may be because she was emotionally and physically scarred by what happened in her life, mostly in her kitten-hood days but also in the adult-hood days. She struggles with it, but she can't find the heart to ever fully trust a person if at all. She thinks they may hurt her one way or another, no matter what they say or do to prove they won't.

Though extremely wary, she still makes attempts to scare people in the dead of a 12 am witching hour or a 3 am haunting hour. She only ever does it if she swallows her fear and shyness enough to step out into the world of social communication. She mainly scares humans, which does not bother her much to do as she is a cat. From her scars and frightening looks, she usually manages to scare them away. She enjoys it, probably due to the fact she is a zombie cat. Rarely does she make vital attempts to scare other animals, fearing their contact.

Since she is now dead, Zorra is an excellent fighter with supernatural senses. She can hear someone coming up behind her, even if they are so quiet they don't make a move. This is because she feels their energy reeling off. Though she was a good fighter when she was alive, it wasn't good enough to save her from a brutal death. Her senses weren't even as good as they are now, but she was alive then. Either way, Zorra doesn't have to worry about much, since she is, after all, already dead. She can't be harmed, and if she is it just heals away. As for food, she can survive at max 6 months without food, usually feeding off a dead human carcass.

Likes;
-Being alone, mostly
-Scaring humans
-Midnight and 3 am
-Having fun
-Standing up for opinions and fighting for them
-Music, any song that appeals to her

Dislikes;
-The news
-Being with other animals
-Day-time
-Losing a battle
-Low self-esteem
-Fleeing

History;
It all has to start in a beginning...
...the hourglass called time begins the second one being is born...
...but it is their timer, not another's...
...they all have separate times to live and to die...
I was one of two in my mother's litter. She was sweet and gentle, and my father protected and cared for us. My sister, Zwalla, always challenged me to play-fights which I won with ease. I was the strongest of the litter, but not as strong as I am now. Yet, my mother said she saw some extra-ordinary fate for me. A dark end, but a great fate. Somehow from their rumor spreads I had some kind of power, some kind of great power than anybody could imagine. All of it frightened me, it really did.

After about a month or so of the rumor spreading, we were alone on a dark, cool night. The Moon and stars shined brightly. My mother, father, and sister were all home and I was, victoriously, winning a match of wrestling with Zwalla. Triumphant when Zwalla squeaked, "Retreat!" I beamed brightly. There was a crunch of leaves at the front of our den, which was an underground hole. I saw a shadow flicker in out of the corner of my eye. I knew my father had been sitting outside, so I thought he was coming back from guarding the den. I gave a flick of my tail and a nod in polite greeting, a sign of manners.

More shadows filed in, many of them. I wondered if father had brought friends, but I winced at their foul smell. Suddenly, some sixth sense I'd always had reeled in and I knew something--these cats weren't father or his friends. They were evil. Stuck in my senses, I heard a shriek and a hiss. I blinked away my senses and frozen, seeing my mother had jumped in front of Zwalla and I. She was defending us with a motherly passion, but she was struggling from an injury she had recently acquired from a hunting expedition with my father.

"Seth! Seth! Please, where are you?!" My mother yowled, calling for my father.

One of the shadows spoke, taking a swipe at mother's injured leg which she flinched. "He's dead," the shadow of the cat sneered.

My eyes widened. No. No... No! my thoughts screamed at me. I was in rage instantly yet sad. I felt sick at the same time, still frozen to the spot, this time by shock. I jumped out of it when my mother let out an agonized wail. The shadows, the cats, they were attacking quickly. Plus, there were many of them. Zwalla pressed into me, frightened as well. I swiped my tail around my little sister and pulled her behind me. "Stay back, Zwalla."

At that moment, my mother couldn't protect her beloved kits anymore and fell to the floor in defeat. Our cherished mother was dead. I blinked back tears and fluffed out my fur. I arched my back and hissed when the cats advanced. My sleek white fur stood out horribly in the dark, though Zwalla was almost hidden with her fluffy gray fur. The moon was shining in, exposing us both, though. "Run, Zwalla," I whispered.

When Zwalla nodded and dove toward a break in the line, two cats blocked her path and stalked toward her as well. I had to save Zwalla, for my mother. She was my sister. I let out a yowl and dove in front of Zwalla protectively, back arched. My claws clicked on the floor vaguely as they slid out of their sockets. I already knew what they wanted. They wanted my family killed, so I'd be forced to join their group out of despair. Even though it was crashing through me like waves, I knew what my mother and father would have wanted. For me to save Zwalla, and possibly, myself.

There had to be a way out. My eyes darted back and forth as the cats closed in. I spotted a break and grabbed Zwalla's scruff. Don't stop, just run. a wisdom deep down spoke. I took heed to the advice. Darting up to the break in the like, I leaped between two of the large toms and ran. Zwalla swung in my grasp, in shock to her parents' deaths, but pressed into my fur.

Years pass...
...the hourglass called time has always been draining on and on...

The years that passed were eternities for me. I fended for myself and Zwalla for some time and avoided the evil group of cats looking to now, rather than offer for me to join their group, kill me. They killed Zwalla, though I fought my hardest with all my will. I ran away as far as I could. When I lost them, I had taken shelter and sobbed my heart out so much there were dark lines down my cheeks. They had scratched my nose during the encounter, leaving a small scar that was visible. I tried to wear it proudly, but for months I ended up crying over it.

I was always on the road lately, simply stopping at any empty den when I was rid of the stupid group of cats. I had great despise for them by now. They had killed my family. My mother, my father, and my sister. But something told me it was almost the fateful ending for me and a new beginning. But for all my loneliness, the beginning would be just as bad, only without the chases, with a renewed sense of hope and peace awakened in me. A feeling of being complete, being new, being..fulfilled. My journey was almost fulfilled, almost complete.

And I was right. About three months later, resting by a tree and watching the night sky, I actually felt peace. It felt like I could actually fly into this new life I'd been thinking was coming the past month or so. I breathed in the cool air and it didn't surprise me when a twig cracked behind me. I turned and smelled only one. Just as I turned, I was slammed into the tree. A snarl and a flash of eyes bleeding through the dark of the night. Not bleeding, but gleaming. The leader. Why alone, though?

I fought bravely against it, and he scratched my eye and side, which would leave large scars in my afterlife. Somehow, he missed scratching over my oddly black eye. As valiantly as I fought, I was felled by him and killed. It was a long battle, but we fought until I had no more fight nor will or strength left to try. So I gave up and gave in.

And the hourglass runs dry...
...yet it comes back to life...

Somehow, what seemed like more than an eternity of light-years, I flicked my eyes open. The enemy was gone. I was..alive. But I died. I thought, gasping as I had a flashback. There had been a bright light I'd leaped for. Something had spoken to my heart, telling me I needed a chance for a renewed life back on Earth without my troubles. A life filled with hope and renewal, like I'd dreamed. I was granted it.

I glanced around at myself the best I could. My fur was a rotting green-like color, almost moldy, but I shrugged it away. I still had some white on me, but not as much. I could feel the scars against my skin but they felt old. I winced when I could see my ribs off to the side without scars. From that point, I walked on my own for the rest of my days. This time I wasn't so hopeless and broken, though. I hoped, and I was happy, though lonely. But...every now and then, sometimes I feel a pelt brush against mine with a soft, loving purr, then it will whisper something to me.

I am proud of you, sister. We will walk together again soon. They have promised me it.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Most certainly, yes.

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