[Griffin Torrens]

Adopted

Username: -chirp-
Name: jenski / “kiki” / ‘fade into the dawn’
Gender: Female
Height: 20 in
Weight: 35 lbs
Color: Liver based Freckled Cream Eryth Blixt Rainfall
Genotype: aa bb Cce Dd efer hh II KbxKbx mm SS TsrTsr UU llc

Notes: This collie cannot compete in conformation in the title program. Edits pass at 15%
This collie may only produce up to two puppies per litter due to its genetics.

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Happy three year anniversary! This collie is one of several special anniversary pups. With blixt always being such a popular marking and giving off stormy vibes, I've made this collie who seems to be out during a very windy dusk!

Development Comp - What does "home" mean to this collie?
Interpret this as you wish. You can show this with art, writing, theme songs and anything else you see fit! Just be sure to credit everything not done by you.

[AustrianAce]

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Username: AustrianAce

Name: Aella | AAK's Ride the Whirlwind

Gender: Female

Name Meaning: an Amazon warrior who battled Hercules using the weapon
of her choice, which was a double-sided axe. Aella is the Latin variation of “Aello,"
a Green name that means “whirlwind” or “storm wind.”

Prompt: wip <3

[NoodleDOOT]

Username: NoodleDOOT
Name:
Gender:
Name Meaning: (optional)
Prompt: wip

[Dr. Paine]

Username: Dr. Paine
Name: SSV's Cosmic Love // Jupiter
Gender: Female
Name Meaning: After the song 'Cosmic Love'; call name from both the Jupiter-like color palette, and it being a planet you can sometimes see at dusk! (... also gives some Sailor Jupiter vibes shh)
Prompt:

-WIP, but: home is where the heart is, and Jupiter's heart belongs to a very special collie...-

[Kunilamew]

Username: Kunilamew
Name:tbd
Gender: female
Name Meaning: (optional)
Prompt:wip- but home is a place to go when lost or alone

[certified]

Username: ceritifed
Name: BA's Caught in a Drift || Tempest
Gender: female
Name Meaning: A violent windy storm






Prompt: Home for Tempest was never an actual shelter. Home for Tempest was where she could be her. A place where she could run and jump. Home was where she could lay her head and the wind in her fur. Home was where she felt loved and safe.
Home for Tempest was the cows in the pasture and the smell of scrambled eggs fresh from the farm. Home was laying by the fire place while a blizzard rampaged the towns or drives to the store. Home was the smell of fresh cut hay and grass on an early summer morning. Home was chasing the ducks at the pond and the feeling of shaking it all out. Home was the ear tugs from kids and the good girl pats from their parents. Home was getting the occasional strip of bacon under the table at breakfast.
Home was doing absolutely nothing, some days, just simply existing. Home was the sunrises and sunsets on the horizon and the calls of the birds in the wind.
Home was belly rubs and cheese. Home was the barn cats and the mice they hunted and the whinnies of the horses in the pastures. It was the goats and the sheep, and even the pigs.
Home was the storms and the rain that it brought to water the crops. Home was the rain itself and the smell it created when making contact with hot pavement. Home was the clouds that twisted and moved in the sky, traveling a journey she’d never know. Home was the stars, moon, and Sun. It was the snowflakes that fell on her nose in the winter or the chill that runs down her spine. Home is the adrenaline coursing through her veins and even the air she breaths.
It was everywhere around her. Life was home. Simply being able to live and feel and experience happiness was home for Tempest.



all art and borders have been drawn by me

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There weren’t many stories Tempest could tell but there was always the story of how she found “home.”

It started out something like: “I came from a long line of southern dogs, born and raised in Cincinnati as long as I could remember. Ma and Pa were hard working farm dogs, always rounding up the sheep and cattle. Guarding the livestock and protecting the birds. If you di’nt know, birds are the chickens, ducks, and geese.
Anyways, I digress.
They were always working hard, always trying to find a way to get any extra scraps in our bellies. There weren’t prepared for us, me and my siblings. We were ‘happy accidents,’ my parents liked to call us.

The three of us were a lively bunch and definitely more than a paw full more often than not. Ma came home one night, exhausted and sick.
She didn’t make it shortly after. I never really knew what happened, I just know my sister and my brother followed shortly after.

That left me and Pa.
Just the two of us.
It’d never been like that before, obviously. It was strange and Pa wasn’t taking to it so we’ll. Depression was not being so kind to him and he had days where he didn’t and couldn’t even open his eyes to look at me.

My heart broke for him because I loved Ma. She was my Ma. But I couldn’t imagine losing the love of my life, and that’s what she was for him. His soulmate. He would’ve done anything and everything for her, had she said the word.
He eventually got through depression and started lashing out at anyone and anything and the handlers didn’t like that much. I guess they didn’t have time to help him because he got hauled away with some strangers and I was dumped in the middle of nowhere, left to fend for myself.

“Now, don’t pity me, child. My story starts sad but has a much happier ending.

As I was saying, I got dumped in the middle of nowhere. But nowhere was far better, in my opinion. That feeling of being free for the first time ever. Able to do what YOU truly want to do. Not what’s expected of you, not this job you somehow inherited, not anything but what you want.
I could run and jump without getting yelled at. I could smell the flowers without fear I’d somehow destroy them. I could sit and watch the sunrises and sunsets.

Ahh, I remember my first wild sunset and sunrise. That first night out by myself, I got to watch my first feral sunset. It was glorious. The way the blues and the purples and the pinks just melted together to kiss the horizon.”
In that second, Tempest closes her eyes in momentary bliss, her nose in the sky as if she were experiencing that first sunset again.

She opens her eyes and gazes back as she continues her story: “I woke up that next morning, before the sun and before the song birds in the trees. I got to listen to the wind whisper in the leaves and through the grass. I got to watch the dew form on each blade. And when the birds awoke, they fluttered in the grass, catching dewdrops on their wings I watched their little silhouettes as the sun arose. Pinks and yellows and oranges painted the sky like some magical wonder. It was beautiful and I wanted to watch it forever.”
Tempest let’s a smirk cross her muzzle for just a split second as she stared off into the distance, recalling the events.

“I got to smell my first wildflowers sometime within the next couple of days after. The wheat, the fields and the fresh cut grass. All of the quiet was somehow still so loud. It was overwhelming. The amount of new things I got to see and smell and experience.

I got dumped around late August, and my first switch from Summer to Fall was incredible. As I traveled, I had found a clearing with these big beautiful trees I’d never seen before. Trees of all colors and shapes and sizes and the leaves. The leaves my friend, we’re magnificent. Reds and greens and yellows and sometimes a mix. They swirled and fell to the ground around me as I soaked it all in. The pure simplistic, but so complicated beauty of these… these things. The sun had somehow sat perfectly above the trees to let in a little halo of sun beam down through the branches and I sat there bathing in all it’s glory. That is where I truly felt what “home” was for me. That freeing, most awe invoking feeling you never want to end. Where you feel the most comfortable. That moment was exactly that for me. Home.”

[werepickle]

Username: werepickle
Name: MSK/ Hoping For Better Days 'Amerigo'
Gender: male
Name Meaning:
Prompt:
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[Temper]

Username: Temper
Name: Whiplash
Gender: Male
Name Meaning: (optional)
Prompt: wip

[Mythz]

Username: Mythz
Name: LPK's Breaking Point aka 'Buckley'
Gender: male
Name Meaning: (optional)
Prompt: mark <3

[Tatangi]

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Username: Tatangi
Name: Bo // Free Hearted
Gender: Male
Prompt: Playlist

The meaning of home has changed a lot for Bo over the years. Once it was the place he had among his littermates, and then it was the place at his master's side. Now, Home is wherever a good meal is. After getting lost for a few weeks, Bo traveled around looking for whatever scraps he could find. When he came across a spot that had a consistent chain of food, he learned to stick around there. He has learned that Home isn't always a place, but something you need the most. He needs food the most right now, so wherever he can find it most is where he calls home. One day, he hopes someone will find him and give him a new meaning to the word "home".

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