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Username: certified
Name: Caspian || Ba's Tiger's Eye
Gender: male
Height: 17 in
Weight: 40 lbs
Color: Extensively Masked Black and Red Sable Minimal White
Genotype: AyAy BB Ccch DD EmEm hh II kyky mm Ssi tt UU LL


story comp! what is this collies childhood best friend? ends march 28th



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[certified]

Username: certified
Name: Caspian || Ba's Tiger's Eye
Gender: male
Name Meaning: Tiger's Eye came from the coloration, as it reminded me much of the stone, Tiger's Eye.
And the name Caspian has a double meaning. One inspired from The Chronicles of Narnia and the other being the true meaning;
A type of tiger with narrow stripes that could be found near the Caspian sea, which also ties in to the "Tiger's Eye" theme. <(^-^)>
Prompt:
Caspian often found he was the center of attention, and not in a good way. He didn't share the same interests as the others and was often found wandering off. He didn't talk much and of course he got made fun of whether he did or not, so he just gave up trying. He would much rather be swimming in the creek or chasing the frogs who wouldn't attempt his friendship either.
He would rather be examining the flowers in the field and the bugs under rocks. The other silent part of life he found intriguing.
At one point he found a childs toy after he had run off from the group. It was a little dirty due to having sat in the spring mud, but he could tell it was a tiger. There's never any mistaking orange and black stripes, even under that coat of mud.
He picked it up in his mouth and carried it home gently. He took that tiger to bed with him and woke up with it just the same. He started taking that tiger to every meal, every time he went outside, every time he took trips away from home. He name his tiger friend Hobbes and Caspian loved his Hobbes. If he had a bad day, he'd talk to his little tiger about it. If he had a good day, he was telling his tiger about it. Whatever Caspian was feeling or going through, he laid it all out to his new friend. And it felt comforting knowing he had at least Hobbes to tell his secrets to. Hobbes always listened Caspian and never had a bad or mean thing to say to or about Caspian. He had nothing to say, in fact, because he was a stuffed tiger found out in the mud. But nonetheless, Hobbes was Caspian's very adored childhood friend.

[Kadayah]

Username: Kadayah
Name: Raz
Gender: Male
Name Meaning: N/A (optional)
Prompt: Raz’s childhood best friend is strangely enough, a deer! When he was just a pup, he went into the back yard to play one day and met a creature that was alien to him. They stared at each other, mirroring their movements until they knew that no danger was present. They horsed around and chased each other all across the grass and have been friends ever since. They are adults now but still meet in the same spot from time to time and will never forget the friendship that they made.

[Sp00kEHours]

 Username: Sp00k
Name: Puck / Our Dead Drink the Sea
Gender: Male
Name Meaning: Puck is a reference to his handler and owner’s favorite book, The Scorpio Races. His registered name is from the prologue.
Prompt:
Puck’s best friend is a rather strange creature for the breed’s purpose. During herding instinct evaluations, he was deemed too low pressure/drive to work cows. He just wasn’t as pushy as what the breeder was hoping for, and was placed in a home with sheep and goats instead.

As such, his best friend is a Jacob’s sheep ram named Louise. Louise is a grouchy old male that has been too pushy for most sheep-handling border collies, leading his owner to go with Puck. Puck’s been around Louise since he was a puppy, and knows just how to get him to move when he’s being rude.
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The smell of mud, wet hay, and livestock was heavy in the air. Wet soil squelched between the young dog's toes as the pup trotted along behind his new master, curled tail alert and ears perked. He'd been settling into his life at this new place for over a week now, spending all his meals working on his education. Sit, down, stay, come, his new name. All of it was tiring on his puppy brain, but he found the learning process to be as much fun as when he'd chase his new favorite object in the whole world - this fantastic thing called a ball.

That day though, his master had been carrying herself differently. She kept him on a line at her side, making sure he didn't wander off to investigate the property's other animals again. On his third day, he'd had a terrible introduction to the guineas that kept the chickens company, and his head still throbbed slightly from the pecking he'd received. Trotting behind his master with his nose in the air, the young Beaumont Collie inhaled the scents of the farm, trying to memorize each one. He'd already come to figure out what the scents of the Guineas were, as that was not a mistake he'd make twice, and the stench of a chicken was impossible to miss.

Something new crossed his path though, his nostrils twitching. The smell of lanolin, warmth, keratin and bone - along with the sweet, stinky smell of some poo for him to roll in. He'd already gotten in trouble once for that though, and wouldn't make the same mistake with his master nearby. If she went into the house though...then it was fair game.

His master stopped, and Puck came crashing into the back of her legs, his teeth clicking together. It was a miracle he didn't end up biting his tongue, the puppy tumbling backwards slightly, and with a shake of his head he was peering around the set of mud boots he'd just hit. There was a black and white creature standing just on the other side of a woven mesh fence, with four long horns stretching out - two on either side of its head. The creature seemed huge, staring Puck down with large green eyes that sported block pupils. It snorted as it looked at him, and the sound made Puck cock his head, ears perking with interest. His master eased down, one hand coming to rest on top of his heavily masked head, stroking the soft fur. "Alright, Puck," her voice is gentle, affectionate. "This is Louise. He's given a lot of dogs a lot of problems, but I don't want you to take any sass from him. Got it?"

The Beaumont's head cocked further to the side, dark eyes calculating. He didn't understand a word she was saying other than his name, which made his tail wag, but he kept his eyes on the animal before him. The ram pawed at the ground slightly, hooves stirring up the dirt, and then he was lurching forward. His thick skull hit the mesh of the fence, and while the movement made his owner jump back, Puck lunged forward. A sharp set of puppy teeth caught the flesh of the ram's nose through the fence, and the ram reared back, jerking his head hard.

he fell back from his side of the fence, staring at the puppy with a strange look in his gaze, and then he was snorting again. In a low, rambling, and somewhat gravely voice, the Jacob's ram spoke. "...Game on, mutt."

[Temper]

Username: Temper
Name: Velociraptor
Gender: Male
Name Meaning: (optional)
Prompt: Raptor's best friend when he was a pup was an older collie in the kennels, Phaedra. He struggled with being too rowdy and destructive and none of the other pups wanted to play with him, so Phaedra was a calming presence and never seemed to be fed up by him. She'd take him everywhere and show him her favorite places to chase animals, go for a swim, or bask out in the sun. She was a humble and patient friend as Raptor grew up, and she sadly passed recently, but Raptor was lucky to call her a best friend for the time he had her.

[PrincessAlexis]

Username: PrincessAlexis
Name: Saadovic
Gender: Male
Name Meaning: Regional variation of the surname Saad, which means "happy" in Arabic.
Prompt:

As a pup, Saadovic was known for terrorizing the geese which lived nearby and nested at the local park. Thankfully for the geese, he had no interest in their fuzzy little ducklings, but he definitely felt that the full-grown parents looked "big and tasty"... Fueled by their maternal and paternal instincts, they always managed to successfully fend him off.

One day he encountered a downed goose, which could walk but was unable to fly due to an injury on its wing. He ran right up to it and began chomping on the feathers at the end of its wings and tail, gently working his way higher and higher, nibbling at the goose. Initially the goose was quite frightened and honked, trying to scare him away. The other geese, watching over their babies protectively, did not come to help.

As soon as his handler saw what he was doing they ran up and intervened, attempting to separate him from the goose, but he became very protective over it, growling ferociously. Not one to withstand such nonsense, they removed the goose from his grip and carried it home, to be looked after properly. After all, a goose which cannot fly will be unable to migrate and then may starve during winter.

The goose got bigger and stronger (well, mostly just fatter) but Saadovic loved it more and more with each passing day. At first it was kept in the house where it could be watched over night and day, and the wing was splinted, but didn't set properly and this resulted in a goose which could jump and glide a bit, but never truly fly. Calling local rescues didn't get them anywhere because the Canadian Goose was no longer considered endangered, and no one locally had the resources to take on this animal. Not wanting to call animal control and risk it being declared a pest, the goose was put into an aviary adjoining that of the Chimkins.

Now separated from his friend, Saadovic would spend day and night sitting as close as he could to the aviary, howling mournfully and trying to dig his way under, although the buried chickenwire prevented him from getting anywhere. Noticing this was not only causing him distress but also that the goose was beginning to lose weight too, they were reunited, with adjustments being made to the aviary so that Saadovic could live alongside his "big and tasty" friend. For the Collie's part, he is gentle enough not to harm his buddy, but his guilty pleasure is still licking and nibbling at its feathers, which are sopping wet at all times and just a little bit frayed toward the ends.

We've named the goose, Wawa, after the convenience store bearing a Canada Goose as the logo.

[Paprikat]

Username: Paprikat
Name: Toast
Gender: Male
Name Meaning: (optional)
Prompt: Toast spent his days in the dreary, grey city streets, scavenging for food and hiding in soaked card board boxes. One day, as he lay in the cold, his flank rising and shaking slightly in the cold, he caught a glimpse of colour. Winding here and there throughout the city buildings was a dash of colour, a butterfly. She had beautiful wings, that reflected the sun like a brilliant rainbow mosaic. She was a kaleidoscope of flashing colour, something that Toast had never seen. His eyes lit up, the wings danced along the grey sky, almost signalling for Toast to follow. The little pup cautiously padded along the concrete, as cars splashed murky water onto his fur. With his tails between his legs, and his fur all scruffy and muddy, he thought there was no hope. But, he always kept an eye on the butterfly, twirling through the grey. The thick storm clouds threatened to pour down again. Toast whined in fear; he didn't want to get caught in the storm. He turned around but his make-do den was lost in a maze of looming buildings. He had no choice but to follow the butterfly.
A silver droplet of rain fell from the sky, plopping onto Toast's nose. He hung his head in defeat; there was no point in following the butterfly, it had lead him no where but stranded in a storm. Rain cascaded down around him. Just then, the butterfly floated to his side, flapping frantically, dodging the rain, now pelting down. Then it flew away. Fast.
Toast reluctantly sprinted after it, it was the only thing he had left. He followed her for hours more, like a rainbow lantern in a forest of shadows.
Finally, they came to a wooden gate, with rusty hinges. The butterfly flew over the top. Toast pushed the gate open with ease, an eery creak sounding through his ears.
In front of him was a beautiful garden. Towers of grass circling pond of lily pads, vines cascading from tree covered in lush moss, flowers in all colours, growing all over the garden like a spattering of stars in the night sky. The clouds parted, revealing the warm, bright sun, beaming down upon Toast's face. Sounds of bees, frogs, bunnies, birds, lizards, insects, all around him.
He yipped and yapped and leapt into the grass, rolling and frolicking and playing until he lay in heap beside the pond, his tongue lazily lolled out, his paws in the air. The butterfly perched on his tail, revealing the underside of her wings to him; a paw print pattern. It was almost as if destiny had brought Toast here.

And so Toast lived out the rest of his days, joyful and thankful for the butterfly, his best friend. You may find him picking a bunch of flowers, adding to his stick collection, or splashing in the deep blue of the pond.
Whatever Toast is doing, he is happy.

[Julius525]

Username: Julius525
Name: Zilchus
Gender: Male
Name Meaning: Named after a deity of Power and Prestige.
Prompt: Zilchus best friend was a fox! At first, Zilchus was introduced at the farm, the idea of getting him was to train him to help in different tasks, and one of them was to scare away foxes and other animals that could attempt to get their paws in the food or in the animals of the farm.
Zilchus seemed confused by this task: Why scare away another canine like him? Their fur was coloured similar, they had similar size... So why this canid was disliked by his humans?
He wanted to discover. He explored his fenced home until he was able to find a small hole, a place where with some digging, he would be able to cross the fence. He spent some time, but he was able to do it. Now free from the limitations of his territory, the pup went inside the woods, sniffing the area in search of this canine. He got distracted easily, there were so many new scents!

When he was about to enter in a hole, the den of a creature, a voice warned him: "If I were you I would not enter there"
Zilchus turned, noticing the red fox sitting some metres away from him.
"Why? And why my humans dislike you?" - The pup dared to snarl at the fox.
"Well, they find my ways of getting food... unpleasing." -The fox said with a flick of his tail, smiling.- "What are you doing here, near my den?""
"I was looking for you, wanted to know why, and if I can help you!" - The dog barked happily.
"Well, seems like this might be my lucky day. Maybe we can make a deal. I won't annoy your humans anymore if you do something for me..." -The fox said slowly getting closer to the pup, looking at him without fear.
Zilchus gulped, how the fox was walking straight to him without hesitation gave him the idea that foxes were skilled animals and that probably a confrontation was the least he needed, and less this far from his territory. The pup puffed out his chest and tried to seem a bit bigger than he was, trying to hide all his worries. This only seemed funny for the fox, who was older and more experienced. When the fox was just some centimetres away, he started to whisper his plan to Zilchus, who slowly started to wag his tail.

Zilchus' owners were surprised when they found the pup all dirty of mud and leaves. Where he had been? This plants weren't from the farm. But the bigger surprise came some weeks later, when they found the pup playing with the fox at the limits of the farm. They didn't know how the pup did it, but the fox now seemed to be an ally of the farm. There were no more stealing nor killing of farm animals, but the fox was always seen close to the fence, even after a couple years, some fox kits were seen. Zilchus was known now as The Great Guildmaster, and with this adorable scene of the dog playing with the foxes and with no risk of getting the farm animals injured, the humans even made a small wooden house for the fox and his family.

The little secret? The deal Zilchus got with the fox: The dog would give human supplies to the fox, such as part of his meals and treats, or when there were some leftovers from the humans, he would sneak in the kitchen to steal them and carry them to the fox. After some time, this deal was not only a job matter, but both fox and dog started a long friendship. And with the humans touched by their relationship, Zilchus was able to visit his friend everyday!

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Username: certified
Name: Caspian || Ba's Tiger's Eye
Gender: male
Name Meaning: Tiger's Eye came from the coloration, as it reminded me much of the stone, Tiger's Eye.
And the name Caspian has a double meaning. One inspired from The Chronicles of Narnia and the other being the true meaning;
A type of tiger with narrow stripes that could be found near the Caspian sea, which also ties in to the "Tiger's Eye" theme. <(^-^)>
Prompt:
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i just realized i never ended this, sorry guys!
congrats!

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