[.summer]

sort of an early Christmas themed kiuii, if you will

to get this bab, tell me why they hate or love christmas!

Ends October 3rd!

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[AnimalAtHeart]

username: AnimalAtHeart
name: Peppermint
gender: Male
Why do they Love/Hate Christmas?: res
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[SakuraCherry]

username: SakuraCherry
name: Mako
gender: Female
Why do they Love/Hate Christmas?: Mako hates christmas as she was bullied through her childhood due to her bright, festive colours, she gained the nickname 'Avery' (Meaning christmas elf) this way.
Extra:(optional) Tysm for the opurtunity!

[dragonmaster11]

username: DragonMaster11
name: caine
gender: male
Why do they Love/Hate Christmas?:

Caine had always been a giving kind of Kiuii. He loved the warm feeling he'd get when a loved one was pleased to receive something from him, and seeing the joy in their eyes. Christmas was, of course, his favourite holiday: an entire day filled with gift-giving? What's not to like?!
He woke up that one Christmas morning in his big burrow brimming with familiar excitement. His presents were already stacked high under the tree in his cave, all with the same label on them:
"To Soren. Love from, your big brother."
Soren was all Caine had since their parents' disappearance. The brothers had brought each other up, so the least Caine could do was give Soren as many gifts as he could ever want.
"Do you like them?" Caine asked his sibling as he emerged from his sleeping pile.
"I haven't even opened them yet!" Soren giggled, but his eyes were bright with amazement.
Caine grinned and picked up a particularly colourful box with his teeth, presenting it to Soren. "Here's the one I think you'll love most," he said.
The younger Kiuii tore it open. His jaw dropped. On the floor by his paws lay a wonderful rainbow kite.
"It's the one Dad was making you before he and Mum vanished," Caine explained, even though he could tell Soren knew already. He could see the tears in his eyes. "I finished it for you."
"Caine..." Soren launched into a hug, knocking them both over. "Thank you, brother, thank you!" He cried, licking his face all over. He bounded over to the kite, grabbing it and running out of the burrow. "I'm going to go play with it right now!"
"Just remember not to stray into predator territory!" Caine called after him.
Once he'd started flying it, Soren managed to keep hold of the kite for a full hour before the reel was yanked from his mouth by a large gust of wind. He shrieked, but regained composure and took off after his beloved toy. The kite was fast, but the young Kiuii was faster. He raced through the forest, never taking his eyes off the kite through the gaps in the branches, not bothering to check if the floor below his thundering paws was clear. Not noticing the sign he'd passed a while back, which would have warned him he had left Kiuii domain.

Caine wasn't worried about Soren until he didn't come back that evening for Christmas dinner – he never missed that. He felt a sick sense of dread in his stomach and grabbed a lantern, loping off into the forest. He ran for miles until he came to the sign for predator territory. He swallowed the fearful lump in his throat and continued on at a trot, looking about him warily. He knew this place: this was where his parents had ventured during the drought a few years back to look for water. They had never come home.
Caine yelped suddenly, dropping the lantern with a crash. Something sharp had cut his foot. Carefully, he nudged the lantern into a standing position and looked down at what had hurt him.
The broken, tattered remnants of a rainbow kite lay there in the mud. Deep, gouging claw marks had lacerated through the wood and canvas.
Caine backed away, shaking. "Soren..." He choked. He took a deep breath. "Soren?!" he screamed out into the darkness. Nobody replied, but a pair of red-rimmed eyes glared out at him from between the tree trunks.
Caine snatched up the lantern and what was left of the kite and fled, so fast that the tears flew from his eyes. Once he'd reached his burrow, he jumped inside and covered the entrance with leaves, then sat underneath the Christmas tree amongst all his brother's now never-to-be-opened presents, weeping.
He never celebrated Christmas again.

Oh my God I worked so hard on that

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[sparrow,,]

username: GalaxyWolfdog
name: Elfo
gender: Male
Why do they Love/Hate Christmas?: wip
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[C418]

username:
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Res

[Oceanfosh]

username: Oceanfosh
name: Yasuko
gender: Female
Why do they Love/Hate Christmas?: Yasuko loves Christmas. She loves the colors, especially because they match her pelt. She also loves the lights and decorations, because they are all unique and only used in December. She loves to go outside and listen to the carols, making her ears happy along with herself. She rarely gets gifts from others, but seeing other Kiuiis happy is enough for her. For all these reasons, Yasuko loves Christmas.
Extra:(optional) Thank you for the chance, congrats to whoever wins, and good luck for everybody!

[eel.]

username: Legolas The Elf
name: Carol
gender: female
Why do they Hate Christmas?: Carol started out fine with Christmas; getting gifts was her favorite, giving her second; and she loved the food and the festive cheer. Did I mention the food? Anyways, Carol was a teen when she recieved her favorite gift: a wood cutting set. She had been asking for one for years, as she had taken a class that made her wood sculpting very impressive. The day after she received it, she went to a local hardware store and bought wood. She spent the rest of the day making her very own workshop with her father. When they good back inside their house, Carol's mom scolded them for not spending family time with her and Carol's little brother Oscar. Carol felt bad and spent the next few weeks in her house. Then she got scolded for not using he expensive wood cutting set. arol tried to protest that she hadn't used it so she could spend time with her family, like her mother wanted, but Carol's mom sent her off to her workshop.

To angry to see what she was making, Carol left two small statues in her workshop. Her mother came in later and found them. One was of a merry Christmas tree falling over the words Christmas in a mini-wood-blizzard. The other was more horrific. It was of A large paw over Carol's three family members. But her mom took it the wrong way. She though Carol was planning to kill the family and sent her off to a facility. Carol had no notice.

This action made Carol's hate official. She didn't dislike Christmas. She hated it. Every time her brother or parents came to visit, Carol would ignore them and yell "LALALALALALAA!" at the top of her lungs until they went away, or slam herself into the door if that didn't work. She had been in the facility for two years when two young Kiuiis came with an older male to free all the falsely accused. Carol was among them.

After seeing the kindness in the young ones, Carol's hard shell melted for all kits. She offered to babysit them for the older male (their father, Seacatcher) and he eagerly accepted. It wasn't long until Seacatcher's secret orginization took interest in Carol's hardiness and dislike in Christmas to heart that she really felt useful. She would be the perfect sabotage agent on Christmas in the communities with a lot of crime, and wouldn't take off of vacation. And she didn't buy everyone ugly Christmas sweaters!

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NOTE: Winner, feel free to use my art, I can change it from a facility to a normal room or whatever you want.

[.summer]

username: DragonMaster11
name: caine
gender: male
Why do they Love/Hate Christmas?:

Caine had always been a giving kind of Kiuii. He loved the warm feeling he'd get when a loved one was pleased to receive something from him, and seeing the joy in their eyes. Christmas was, of course, his favourite holiday: an entire day filled with gift-giving? What's not to like?!
He woke up that one Christmas morning in his big burrow brimming with familiar excitement. His presents were already stacked high under the tree in his cave, all with the same label on them:
"To Soren. Love from, your big brother."
Soren was all Caine had since their parents' disappearance. The brothers had brought each other up, so the least Caine could do was give Soren as many gifts as he could ever want.
"Do you like them?" Caine asked his sibling as he emerged from his sleeping pile.
"I haven't even opened them yet!" Soren giggled, but his eyes were bright with amazement.
Caine grinned and picked up a particularly colourful box with his teeth, presenting it to Soren. "Here's the one I think you'll love most," he said.
The younger Kiuii tore it open. His jaw dropped. On the floor by his paws lay a wonderful rainbow kite.
"It's the one Dad was making you before he and Mum vanished," Caine explained, even though he could tell Soren knew already. He could see the tears in his eyes. "I finished it for you."
"Caine..." Soren launched into a hug, knocking them both over. "Thank you, brother, thank you!" He cried, licking his face all over. He bounded over to the kite, grabbing it and running out of the burrow. "I'm going to go play with it right now!"
"Just remember not to stray into predator territory!" Caine called after him.
Once he'd started flying it, Soren managed to keep hold of the kite for a full hour before the reel was yanked from his mouth by a large gust of wind. He shrieked, but regained composure and took off after his beloved toy. The kite was fast, but the young Kiuii was faster. He raced through the forest, never taking his eyes off the kite through the gaps in the branches, not bothering to check if the floor below his thundering paws was clear. Not noticing the sign he'd passed a while back, which would have warned him he had left Kiuii domain.

Caine wasn't worried about Soren until he didn't come back that evening for Christmas dinner – he never missed that. He felt a sick sense of dread in his stomach and grabbed a lantern, loping off into the forest. He ran for miles until he came to the sign for predator territory. He swallowed the fearful lump in his throat and continued on at a trot, looking about him warily. He knew this place: this was where his parents had ventured during the drought a few years back to look for water. They had never come home.
Caine yelped suddenly, dropping the lantern with a crash. Something sharp had cut his foot. Carefully, he nudged the lantern into a standing position and looked down at what had hurt him.
The broken, tattered remnants of a rainbow kite lay there in the mud. Deep, gouging claw marks had lacerated through the wood and canvas.
Caine backed away, shaking. "Soren..." He choked. He took a deep breath. "Soren?!" he screamed out into the darkness. Nobody replied, but a pair of red-rimmed eyes glared out at him from between the tree trunks.
Caine snatched up the lantern and what was left of the kite and fled, so fast that the tears flew from his eyes. Once he'd reached his burrow, he jumped inside and covered the entrance with leaves, then sat underneath the Christmas tree amongst all his brother's now never-to-be-opened presents, weeping.
He never celebrated Christmas again.

Oh my God I worked so hard on that

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I love the story! Caine is yours!

[dragonmaster11]

Yeeeet thank you so much!!!