[Neon sparks]

To own this mouse you must either, be level 1 or, claim this as your 1 and only founder.

this mouse looks like hes pretty old already, his fur is lightening and hes covered in old scars. to adopt him you will need to come up with a brief history for him. this can be a short summary, or one event.
max 250 words, 1 extra allowed or an extra 100 words.

this will end 6/2/2018

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[knickknacks]

Username: Knickknacks
Name: Lignite
Gender: Female
Rank: Builder
Proof of level: link
Prompt: Completed! Whew, I finally got an idea and just rolled with it.

Lignite had always been surrounded by stone. Whenever she asked what her name meant, her mother always said that Lignite, as well, was a type of stone.

Her family- comprised of her, her two brothers, and their parents- dwelt in a cave on a cliff within Kagonn. Though safe from predators, there were many natural dangers surrounding them. One of Lignite’s earliest memories was of her father detailing the dangers of rockfalls. Nevertheless, Lignite and her brothers had a happy childhood- frisking across ledges and making dangerous climbs, all for fun.

And so her muscles became strong, her steps sure, and still her innocence remained, despite the dangers she blithely played around.

Until the accident.
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“Slate! Slate!”

Lignite screamed desperately, ignoring the sharp pain between her shoulders, screaming herself hoarse. From the shelter of her hiding place, she could see the rocks tumbling past, earsplitting cracking noises sounding as they fell down, down, down. Behind her, Limestone crouched, bruised and shivering. Eventually, Lignite’s screamed faded into sobs, her deeply gashed shoulders shaking.

Their brother had almost made it. He had been steps away from safety when the rock had struck him, pushing him down the cliffside to his death.

Though they were young adults now, this was the siblings’ first encounter with death. Their isolated upbringing and healthy family had kept it from them… until now.

Now Slate was gone.
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The family left the cliffs after that, joining the world of the valley floor. Lignite put her strength to use, once she had healed, building for the tribe they joined. And slowly, slowly, the overwhelming sadness cleared, as a bank of fog does when faced with the sun. Lignite and her brother enjoyed more happy seasons with their parents, before eventually separating on good terms, determined to find their own places in this world of Kagonn.

The seasons passed and her muzzle grayed, and finally Lignite found a place- a fledgling tribe, led by a smart dappled mouse and a grizzled old nomad. Something here just felt… right. They didn’t have a builder… she’d take care of that.

(350 words- 250 + 100 as the extra)

[Zombiehund]

Mark ^^

[G1 Sunstreaker]

Username: G1 Sunstreaker
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mmm res <3

[literal.trash]

username: literal.trash
name: crag "old mouse crag"
gender: male
rank: elderly builder
proof of level: X
prompt:

crag has seen it all, the mice of the tribe of endless forests say. and, he surely has. aspen and wheatley had gone for an outing, when they came across this old mouse. he was up in the trees, exploring and scavenging. they definitely mistook him for an old elderly mouse, and boy were they wrong. he may be old and scarred, but he surely isn't dying any time soon. crag is extremely active, and is willing to teach others' his craft.

he also has lots of stories he wants to share, but very few to share them with. he hopes that the tribe of endless forests can help his ever lonely, adventurous heart. one day, he was resting under a tree, when aspen and wheatley treated him to a feast. he told them a tale about him and one of his old litter mates. they had a form of currency in their old tribe. one day when his litter mate was asleep, he went in a stole some currency from him that he owed to crag. then, he went back out for a few minutes, and then went to wake him up. he asked, "so, do you have what you owe me?" the other mouse replied, "i'm broke out of my mind, man." crag laughed and said, "well you sure are broke now, because i took some!" aspen and wheatley were giggling maniacs after that.
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[nat13]

Username: nat13
Name: Dagger
Gender: Male
Rank: Builder
Proof of level: C:
Prompt:

Back when Dagger was a young mouse, before he changed his name.

The world spun as his small legs churned underneath him, his vision blurring and chest heaving as he struggling to take gasping breaths. His little heart was pounding in his rib cage, yet the only thing consuming his thoughts were Crow, Crow, Crow. He turned his head to look over his shoulder, only to see his younger brother falling far behind.
"Come on, we have to get to shelter now!" He shouted, and saw the pup wince. Nonetheless, he slowed his pace until he was alongside the black ball of fur and spurred him along, nudging him to go faster.
Jackdaw glanced overhead and he felt his throat tighten. There was no way the hawk hadn't already seen them; it was making tight circles overhead, and a loud screech made both of them flinch. No time to panic. They had to hide.
"My paws hurt, Jacky," the pup whined, his tired eyes dropping, "I want to rest. I want to go back to Momma,"
The older brother scanned their surroundings as they continued hurtling down the mountainside. " I know, Crow, I know. But right now we need to keep moving, "
The hawk screeched again, high-pitched and clear, the sound ringing the air and making Crow whimper. It was getting closer. And closer.
"No!" Jackdaw yelled, pushing the pup forward. He tumbled down, down until he hit a rock and lay still, unmoving. The monstrous bird ignored the tiny black thing and closed in on the bigger mouse, it's talons outstretched and so very sharp. Right before it could get a good grip on him, he ripped free from the claws and changed directions, running back the way he came.
Jackdaw could feel a searing pain spread across the back of his neck near his shoulders and on the bottom edge of his left ear. He cried out, feeling sticky blood drip down his sides and whirled, white-hot anger replacing the earlier terror.
The hawk landed with its back to him and started going quickly down the mountain. Confused, Jackdaw hopped forward until he realized where the bird was headed. Crow.
"Look at me! Look at me, you big sack of disgusting feathers!" Jackdaw yelled. He picked up rocks, throwing them at the creature, yet the pebbles seemed to have no effect on it. It continues to stalk forward toward the limp pup, it's amber-eyed gaze never wavering.
Desperate, Jackdaw ran forward, ran with fear gripping his lungs and a wild horror in his eyes. "No.. No, no, get away from him!!"
And then it all happened so fast. With one lunge, the hawk grabbed Crow in its talons, most likely crushing the poor thing's ribs. It opened its large wings and took to the sky, another cry coming from its hooked beak.
But Jackdaw heard no sound. He felt numb. Just like that, they were both gone. His precious, sweet little Crow. Gone. Gone.
Furious, hurt-filled tears spilled down his cheeks. He had lost too much blood but he didn't care. His vision was going black but he didn't care. He didn't care. His brother, his everything, he would never get to grow up and live. He got caught so young. Jackdaw's paws gave way and he fell to the hard ground, shaking, sobbing, grieving for his loss until everything in his world went dark.

[Neon sparks]

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[teddy.]

Username:
Knuckle Bine
Name:
Raindrop
Gender:
Male
Rank:
Food Gatherer
Proof of level:
here
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[crackerbox_palace]

Username: IKEA Lord
Name: Eaglet
Gender: Buck
Rank: Food Gatherer
Proof of level: ♥





one art extra- ♥
Eaglet at the Battle of
the Bristlecone

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Long ago, the world was born. On it, an ever-lasting war of predator and prey,
mouse, stoat, cat and bird. But the enemy always lurked within. For a mouse
may play a wolf, and his mice may play the fold.

Eaglet was born during time of war and famine, when the mice from the West
stole from the East under the circumstances of starvation.

The ambitious ruler of the East, named Thistle, swore his mice to be superior;
and that only they shall relish from the prospering province. Thistle ordered
every mouse over the age of just one moon to defend his fortune at the border
between the warring tribes. Involuntarily, Eaglet became one of many youth
in Thistle's army.

One foggy night, what became known as the Battle of the Bristlecone took place,
Thistle's first invasion of Western territory. Eastern sentry including Eaglet now
served as soldiers, and quickly they were met with combat. Western defensive
shredded the ears of and slaughtered every one of Eaglet's comrades that night,
and he was mortified to see their bloody, cold corpses as he was dragged off to
become a prisoner of war.

Later it was decided among the westerners, Eaglet should be heaved into the
river, a death sentence. The frigid and rushing water ate at his wounds on his
neck and ear as he plummeted to die-

But Eaglet hadn't died; the river would show him where to go next.

[halflower]

Username: MistyWavez
Name: Blackberry (Goes by Berry for short)
Gender: Male
Rank: Food Gatherer
Proof of level: X
Prompt: [Word count: 222]

During a majority of his life, Blackberry had just about seen it all. At least, that’s what the other mice have told him. Berry had a rough start in life, being raised in a sort of ‘tribe’ that only depended upon themselves. If the mice in the tribe didn’t have enough food for everyone, they had to fight each other for it. That was how it was for pretty much everything, and Berry wasn’t too good at it. The day he finally was able to escape from them was the best day of his life- atleast until the loneliness settled in.

After that, he spent most of his time exploring the land around him, occasionally stopping to chat with a few mice along the way. He had seen a lot as he got older, but now he had to settle down somewhere. While it was fun during those days, he eventually decided to join ‘The Tribe of the Tall Stones’ after Breeze persuaded him.

Despite being a bit on the older side, Berry tends to have a pep in his step, and loves to make jokes with others around him. He also tends to tell tales of his adventures and the mice he has met along the way, even though he tends to repeat the same stories every once in a while.