Tough as Nails Adoption (Closed for renovations!)

[Robojam]

Was mine not accepted? D: (for Elle)

Your form is too short - the background alone should be at least 100 words, and the personality could do with more description. ;3 Try writing out how she would react in different situations, why she has her particular likes or dislikes, a bit of a story with a big event in her life or even just her regular day, or other things along those lines to help build up her character and show what things make her special. :3

ok ;3

[SkyDragon]

DONATION!
Picture:
Name: Aviah
Species: Beaked Urru Dragon
Link to lineart: Originally done by Tssi Amarah.
Any extra conditions?: I decided to return Aviah to TaN because I don't think I've been taking enough care of her. If you adopt, please take good care of her and don't let Aviah collect dust. You may change the name and gender. If not wanted, return to TaN or Tssi Amarah.

[cowlufoo2]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 9
Picture:
Name: Elle [Changing it to Annabell]
Species: Fox
Personality: She is tough and fierce. She will protect her friends in danger, and her family too. She has a caring side too. She will always be kind and gentle to her friends and family. She can be a bit shy upon meeting a new fox, but once the ice is broken, she will talk all the time.
Likes: The forest, her friends, other foxes, sunny days
Dislikes: Human objects [cars, etc..], losing a loved one, swimming, humans
Background: Annabell was born to two wild foxes. Her father left her when she was just a young fox. She grew up with her mother, and had no siblings. By the age of 1 year old, her mother died. Annabell went off on a journey a year later, wanting to forget her terrible past. On her journey, she made one friend. But, on a very stormy day, they were crossing the river and her friend got swept away.
A picture you drew: viewtopic.php?f=33&t=536068

[Robojam]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 9
Picture:
Name: Elle
Species: Fox
Personality: Quiet, smart, honest, loveable, outcast in her own world.
Likes: Swimming, Cold weather, Rain, Snow, Reading, Painting, Her close friends, Being by herself.
Dislikes: Bullying, Hot weather, large amounts of people, Sandflies, Bananas.
Background: Born into a busy city, she grew up being an outcast, not big on fashion and everything else girls her age were on about. When she was old enough to leave school and home, she did, andm went to live in the country. There, she has a few good friends, and her life is an average one. (If she was human, she might be say, 17 years old?) She started in a small country house, but in the end made herself a house in the forest. In other words, a tree house. Everyone who visits is always genuinly suprised when they see her house. Now the has everything she wants, she rarely leaves her foprest home.

She enjoyed the quietness of the water and loves nature, just for a fact that it's differnt to what she was brought up in. She hates being bullied and reacts badly to it, usally with snapping and fiercness. Painting is one of her hobbies as she can express herself without having to talk. Writing is the same for that reason. She hates the texture of bananas and the smell so she trys to avoid them. xD
A picture you drew:
viewtopic.php?f=30&t=491423

(redone xP hope I get her...)

[Lirrie]

DONATION!
Picture:



Name: (Not required) Melady
Species: Horse
Link to lineart:

http://shekla.deviantart.com/art/Horse- ... -196016289

Any extra conditions?: No conditions

[Prince of Awesome]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 18
Picture:
INumber:
Picture:
Name:Mariku
Species:Wolf
Personality:He is a very competitive wolf and has a very strong heart, he usually ignores is feelings and is very serious and strong.
Likes:Winning,when someone has feelings for him.
Dislikes:Losing,fights, others that cause him to feel bad or worried
Background:wip
A picture you drew: Wip

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Name:
Species:
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Background (Optional, but it gives you a better shot. 2500 words maximum, 100 words minimum. We value quality over quantity, you can have five pages and still say absolutely nothing.)
A picture you drew: OPTIONAL! This will only get you extra credit. You still have to write the rest of the form. COLORED IN LINEART IS NOT ACCEPTABLE. IT HAS TO BE ART YOU DREW FROM SCRATCH.

[SilentEcho]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 14
Picture:
Name: Natene
Species: Domestic cat, not purebred.
Personality: confident, booksmart, quick thinker, gets annoyed easily, easily shocked, sly.
Likes: Sleeping, running, learning, correcting people, smiling, meeting others.
Dislikes: Dumb people, collars, spiny things, canned food, vacuums.
Background: Natene has lived in a small house all her life, as a kitten she was pure brown, and when her owners adopted her, they were expecting a loving Burman. But when Natene turned 2 years old, her fur and eye colour had drastically changed, and it was clear that she was not the Burman that her owners expected her to have. Now, she stays indoors most of the time, in case a human is shocked by her colourful fur. But sometimes she's allowed out.
A picture you drew: Maybe, but right now I can't draw.

[Cloudsong]

DONATION!
Picture:

Name: You can think of this. x]
Species: Wolf.
Link to lineart: Click!
Any extra conditions?: Nothing.

[je ; t a i m e]

I would like to adopt!
Number:
#14
Picture:

Name:
Kahaya, which is Indonesian for "Glow". Haya for short.
Species:
Feline
Personality:
Kahaya is independent and proud. She knows she is beautiful, no matter what others may say. She is has quite and attitude and is stubborn as a mule, but Kahaya's heart is in the right place. She is intelligent and it is near impossible to give her a question that will go unanswered. Haya is a wild child, a party girl. She is fun to be around and has an active imagination. She is a bachelorette, and loves it! Kahaya is a flirt, and it's hard to get her to fall for you. She is hyper and bubbly. Kahaya has a heart of gold and a smile that can light up a sad day.
Likes:
Haya enjoys making other cats happy, partying, singing, dancing, salmon (Yum!), when it rains while the sun is still shining, and a lot of other things.
Dislikes:
Spiders, snakes, cheese, thunderstorms, and self-centered snobby jerks.
Background (Optional, but it gives you a better shot. 2500 words maximum, 100 words minimum. We value quality over quantity, you can have five pages and still say absolutely nothing.)
How shall I describe my past? Interesting, yes, very interesting. Hm, it was exciting at times, depressing at others. I guess you want to hear the whole of it? Well, okay, here I go...

I was born with my markings. Well, not all. My eyes were simply teal, they weren't like they are now. And the markings on my tail weren't there. But naturally, I was the freak of all my mom's litters. My sisters were all chocolate brown, with copper eyes. They didn't have the green and purple accents on their eyes, or the stripes on their legs. Mom hated me. I knew that from the moment I looked up at her. She shoved me away from her stomach, left me to find food for myself. My sisters would sneer and snicker. They wouldn't help.

But Daddy... Daddy was a whole different story. I knew he loved me. He didn't just love me because he felt bad that Mom wouldn't. He loved me because I was unique, because i was different. He taught me to be strong and proud, that I am a gorgeous girl and have a beautiful soul no matter what anyone else says. I lived him right back. Anyone could see that. My sisters were jealous. Very jealous. They craved the bond that most daughters and fathers shared, but they couldn't have it. They had lost there chance. I don't feel guilty. They made their decision. But I wish I had done something to comfort them, because they went too far. I'll explain later in the story, I promise, for now listen though.

"Freak." "Spaz." "Loser." That's all I heard from them. My sisters hated me. And, now that I've loved my life and I look back on it, I hate them. They can never find a way to repay me for what they'd soon do. Anyway, I'd scream back at them "SHUT UP! Just SHUT UP!" They'd just snort and continue tormenting me.

I soon got to be three months, and it just got worse. The insults about my eyes, which had just changed their color, were endless. Mom would just sit back and relax, smirking at funny comments and telling me to shut up when I cried. Daddy would glare at her and take me to the garden, where we'd sit under my favorite pansy bush and talk. 

But soon, Daddy died of old age. My sisters would go out to his grave often. You think they'd be mourning, right? Wrong. They'd kick their poop on it, call him weak and foolish. And one day... It got violent. 

My oldest sister,Rosette, was laughing at a joke she had made about Daddy being stupid. I had been sitting under the pansy bush,  cursing them under my breath. When Rosette made that comment, something inside me snapped. I'm not sure what it was; my temper or my patience, but it snapped. 

I stood up and shouted in her face: "TAKE THAT BACK!" She just smirked and continued. That's when it got bad. I jumped on her back, digging my claws into her shoulders. I was blinded by fury. I felt teeth in my scruff, trying to yank me off of my brat of a sister, when I realized where I had put my paws- and my claws. 

Blood gushed from Rosette's eyes. She weighed on the ground, begging to be able to see again. I stepped back. "Leave!" Mom half screamed, half sobbed. "And never come back!" I thought she was talking to the pansy bush then realized... She was talking to me.

Being the ignorant kitten I was, I did. I walked until my paws cracked and kept on going. I stopped when I was sure I had pit at least a city between us. 

Guessing humans were my best shot at survival, I approached the first human civilization I saw. "The Rainbow Floor DanceClub" the sign read.

 I stepped inside and was nearly crushed by a dancing human.

Music was playing in a strong, thumping beat and lots of men and women danced. I padded up to a counter and jumped on a chair, then climbed on the counter itself. A pretty young woman with long wavy brown hair and dazzling green eyes smiled at me. "Hey, Catie, look at this! Our very own bar cat!" said the pretty woman. Another human, Catie I guess, walked up. "Awww! Look at her! She is ADORABLE! And her markings are so pretty. Sasha, where'd she come from?" Sasha, I guess the pretty girl, shrugged. "She just walked in. Let's jeep her." she said. The two women looked at me and smiled. Sasha stepped up on stage and introduced me. My name at the club was "Rainbow." I thought it was weird, but it had a nice ring to it, so I went along with it. 

Soon, it got a little crazy. Don't get me wrong, I like parties, but this was out of control. People were yelling and throwing glass; it was my time to go. I slipped out of the door and continued on down the road. I met a few stray cats. I also met a really nice one named Shadow. Three words to say: He. Was. HOT! I mean, really, he was! Im getting off topic.

Anyway, I walked down a street, several human homes lining the sidewalk. They looked inviting, so I padded forward to sniff the door of one. Before I knew it, I was scooped off the ground. A six-year-old female human smiled and looked behind her shoulder. "Can we keep her, mommy? Can we? PLEASE?!" she called. An adult human looked at me and her eyes widened. "Get that freakish cat away!" she screamed.

The girl dropped me and I bolted. I kept walking, trying to distance myself from them. I finally stopped and rested. Suddenly, a loud music rang from the house I was next to. It was like the music that played when I was "Rainbow." I smiled and began to dance, crouching down and swinging my tail and swaying from side to side.

I was soon jumping around and spinning, losing all control. It felt good. The window flew open randomly and two girls, I think twins, popped their heads out. I think they were about twelve. One slid out of the window and grabbed me then climbed back up. 

"Should we tell mom?" one asked. The other shook her head. "She'll never say yes." Both of the girls looked at me. I looked at them. "Go get her some food, Anna." one said. "Fine. But I get to hold her first, Jessi." the other replied. The second one left and came back with tuna. I can tell you something about tuna; it may seem good, but it is not. Blech.

Soon, summer was over. The girls grew, and suddenly, summer was back. The twins were going into something called "Highschool." I don't know exactly what it is. But it mad ethem really busy. I nearly starved one night!
((W.I.P. But can be judged.))

A picture you drew: OPTIONAL! This will only get you extra credit. You still have to write the rest of the form. COLORED IN LINEART IS NOT ACCEPTABLE. IT HAS TO BE ART YOU DREW FROM SCRATCH.
If I can buy a tablet in time, will be done soon.

[smarty]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 5
Picture:
Name: Talisa
Species: wolf
Personality: Talisa is a very quiet wolf who only is loud around people she knows very well
Likes: She like music, dancing, reading, quiet walks
Dislikes: being teased, snakes, bears
Background: Talisa was born in the forest on windy night and was the smallest of the litter of five. Sadly she was also the only one with unnatural markings which was an unlucky thing to happen to you in her pack. The leader of the pack was not happy to see such an odd pup and told her parents that when she was old enough she must leave their pack. When she was growing up the only friends she had were her parents and brothers and sisters, no one else would come near her thinking that she was weird and a monster some even told her these things and said she shouldn't be in their pack. When Talisa was three the pack leader told her to leave as he had promised. She had trouble hunting on her own and only occasionally caught food. One day when she was out hunting she came across a scent that was unfamiliar to her and decided to follow it. She was shocked to see a pack of wolves that were exactly like her. Suddenly she heard a voice behind her "are you lost" it said. She turned quickly to see who the speaker was her instincts told her to run but she knew that now there was no escape and answered the question "not really, I have no home" she said to the wolf. "Well then if you want you can join us" he said smiling. Talisa accepted immediately knowing she wouldn’t last long in the wild alone especially when winter came. She was accepted into the pack and treated like family finding out that most of the wolves here had the same story to tell as her so they all understood on another. She now lives with the pack and more wolves join overtime it is her home and she loves it.
A picture you drew: none sorry