Forms for different Adopts

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Baize was a vibrant, hyperactive dog whose boundless energy had led to her being passed from home to home. Each new environment was a fresh start, yet the cycle of abandonment loomed over her like a dark cloud. As she sat in the crate during yet another car ride to an unknown destination, she felt both excitement and dread. The sky outside blurred with oranges and pinks as they drove further away from what she had known. When the car finally stopped and she was greeted by the familiar woman who facilitated her adoptions, Baize's heart raced with anticipation. However, as she stepped out onto the gravel and took in her surroundings—a sprawling landscape filled with other dogs—her joy was tempered by anxiety. She longed to join them but feared that if she revealed her true self, she'd be deemed too much for anyone again. The new woman encouraged her to play, but Baize hesitated at the entrance to the dog area. Memories of past rejections flooded back: times when her exuberance had been met with frustration instead of love; times when being herself meant being unwanted. Summoning every ounce of courage, Baize took a tentative step forward into the play area. As tails wagged and barks filled the air, Baize felt an internal battle raging—should she hold back or let loose? With a deep breath that seemed to echo through her very core, she dashed into the fray. For a fleeting moment, everything faded away; the anxiety, the fear of abandonment; and all that remained was pure joy as she raced alongside dogs who mirrored her energy. Yet as laughter erupted around her from humans watching their playful antics, Baize's heart sank slightly; would this be enough?
One by one, other dogs began to approach her, not just for play but for companionship. They accepted her wild spirit without hesitation or judgment. After hours spent running freely among friends under the warm sun, Baize returned to where the women stood watching with smiles on their faces. For perhaps the first time in a long while, acceptance washed over her like a gentle tide. As night fell over the paddocks and stars dotted the sky above them Baize curled up beside one of her newfound friends and drifted into dreams filled not with worry but with visions of chasing after frisbees together in this place that felt more like home than any before.

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On a warm night in the quaint village of Landow, the air was thick with the sweet scent of blooming wildflowers and the distant sound of crickets serenading the twilight. Bear the town lumberjack, ambled down the cobbled streets and exchanged hearty greetings with townsfolk, their faces glowing with warmth and familiarity as they shared snippets of news and laughter. As he approached the tavern, its inviting glow spilled onto the path like liquid gold. With a gentle push, he opened the heavy wooden door, and was soon washed in a wave of warmth from within. The room buzzed with idle chatter—a symphony of laughter and clinking mugs—as tantalizing aromas wafted through the air from the kitchen.

Not long after settling in, he noticed Ramona, the tavern hand, ambling towards him. Her hearty smile seemed to light up the dimly lit room. “Evening Bear, what can I get ye for tonight?” Her loud voice pierced through the raucous sounds of merriment, drawing glances from nearby tables. “Just the usual thanks, Mona,” he replied tiredly.
“How’s the work holding up for ye?” she questioned as she scribbled down his order with practiced ease.
“Bit slow but enough to keep me occupied,” Bear said, his eyes shifting toward the entrance where two cloaked figures had just stepped into the tavern. Ramona was soon walking back towards the kitchen taking other orders on her way back. A moment later, she returned with a tankard of ale and set it down alongside a plate of steaming eggs, bacon, and vegetables before Bear. He took a sip from his tankard and savored its rich flavor. But his attention was drawn back to those cloaked figures who had taken seats at a nearby table.

As Bear savored his dinner, he caught snippets of an intriguing conversation from two cloaked figures as they sat nursing tankards of ale. “Apparently a townsfolk saw an apparition in the woods,” one whispered, his eyes wide with excitement.
“Bah, don’t be stupid! There ain’t nothing out there,” scoffed the other. “Tis true! He ain’t the first to see it. Scares the poor children it does. Apparently, it hangs round the edge of Casriden Woods.”

Bear’s heart raced at the mention of Casriden Woods and with a few last bites and a single swig from his tankard, Bear finished his dinner in haste. He waved goodbye to Ramona, and bolted out into the cool night air and hurriedly returned home. Once inside his small cabin, Bear rummaged through dusty shelves until he found an old rucksack. He tossed in a sturdy rope, some dried meat, and an assortment of odds and ends. Checking his canteen one last time to ensure it was full he soon left the safety of his cabin and stepped into the night once more. Fear and anticipation coursed through him as trudged through the woods, as loomed ahead like dark giants whispering secrets among themselves.

As Bear emerged at the edge of the woods, the moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal silver glow that transformed the forest into a realm of shadows and whispers. He leaned against a sturdy oak, and took a long drink from his canteen, letting the cool water refresh him. As he settled onto a small log, he waited for something to appear. Soon doubt crept into his mind like an unwelcome fog. Maybe it was just folklore spun from wandering travels; maybe he had come all this way for nothing. Just as he began to convince himself to abandon this foolish endeavor, a faint snap echoed through the stillness; a twig breaking underfoot somewhere in the distance.
Bear's heart raced as he glanced up, eyes widening in astonishment. There stood a ghostly figure among the trees, bathed in moonlight that seemed to cling to its form like mist. But as he squinted into the darkness, hope quickly turned to disappointment. The figure was not his old dog. With a heavy sigh escaping his lips Bear rose slowly from his perch on the log. The apparition flickered momentarily before disappearing into the shadows of Casriden Woods.

The distant symphony of crickets serenaded the night, while owls punctuated the air with their haunting calls, echoing through the trees as they hunted for prey as he ambled his way back home. Suddenly, he froze, heart pounding in his chest. A pair of luminous blue eyes emerged from the darkness, fixing their gaze upon him. The apparition seemed ethereal, almost otherworldly as it padded toward him with grace. As it drew closer, Bear's breath caught in his throat; this creature was not a specter but a stray dog, its fur glistening under the moonlight. With an involuntary chuckle escaping his lips, Bear knelt down to meet this unexpected visitor. The dog approached cautiously at first but soon grew bolder as it sniffed at his rucksack. Sensing what it was after, he searched through layers of fabric until he found a handful of dried meat he had packed for himself during his journey. He pulled it out and offered it to the pup and without hesitation, the dog scarfed down the food. Its tail wagged furiously as it nosed around for more treats, eyes sparkling with gratitude and joy. “I’m sorry girl, that’s all I have,” he said gently while stroking her soft fur.

Upon returning home, Bear couldn’t help but notice the dog followed him home. He rummaged through his kitchen cabinets for old dishes—two mismatched bowls he hadn’t used in years—and filled one with water and the other with dried meat scraps and placed them on the porch alongside a raggedy blanket he'd found tucked away in storage. Knowing the dog preferred the freedom the woods offered he couldn’t help but feel content happy to share his life with someone else, realising how much he missed the companionship of another.

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• Name; Kaede
• Show Name; MSK When The Last Leaf Falls
• Name Meaning; The name Kaede is primarily a female name of Japanese origin that means Maple Leaf

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LIKES;
• Jumping in leaves
• Quiet nights under the stars
• Snuggles in bed
• Pumpkin pancakes
• Socialising with others

DISLIKES;
• Muddy puddles and/or getting dirty
• Loud noises or sounds
• Feeling excluded or left out
• Scary movies and/or being scared
• Over enthusiastic collies

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Warm autumn night glows,
Stars dance high in darkened skies,
Lost in thoughts, I dream.

Leaves whisper secrets,
Breezes kiss the quiet ground,
Moonlight holds me close.

Thoughts drift like the stars,
Each one bright with hope and light,
In the stillness, peace.

Night wraps me gently,
With a world of wonder near,
In the calm I breathe

Personality;
Kaede’s charm usually extended beyond mere greetings. She was known for her knack in engaging others in conversation. Whether it be at home or the park, she would approach other dogs, eager to uplift their spirits with tales of her adventures chasing squirrels or rolling in the grass. Her charismatic nature drew others in like moths to a flame; they couldn’t help but smile when Kaede was around.

However, beneath that sunny exterior lay a stubborn streak that sometimes caused ripples in her otherwise harmonious interactions. When it came to opinions Kaede was resolute in believing that her way was always best.

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Background;
As a pup Kaede spent most of her youth with a travelling circus. From the new places to the new people her life was always in constant motion, and she followed in chaotic footsteps. Kaede was apart of the circus act along with 3 other dogs. Their performance was well liked by the visitors and after a days performance she settled in the caravan welcoming sleeps embrace.

Her circus life soon came to an abrupt end as she found herself left behind in a small town. Wandering around town she stumbled into a small crafts store which soon turned out to be her second home. Here Kaede learned the art of painting and what it was like to live with small humans. She didn’t mind them; endless attention, free food and listening as their laughter echoed throughout the house was enough for her.

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Show name; MSK The Changing Winds
Call name; Ivo
Name meaning; Slavic origin, meaning “yew wood,” symbolizing transformation and rebirth

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Personality;
Positive
• Loyal
• Determined
• Persistent

Negative
• Obsessive
• Tense
• Intolerant

Neutral
• Conservative
• Reserved
• Alert

Likes/Dislikes;
Likes
• Herding especially sheep
• Listening to his handler
• Unwinding under the stars
• Crime tv time with his handler
• Teaching others about his experiences

Dislikes
• Disobedience
• Being too overworked
• Collies crossing the boundary fence
• Self- cantered collies/people
• Chicken; meat or the feathered fiends

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Playlist
• Roar ~ Katey Perry
• Eye of The Tiger ~ Survivor
• Whatever It Takes - Imagine Dragons

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Ivo’s Story of Change
The night was cold, the ground beneath him muddy and wet from the heavy downpour. Distant moos could be heard as cows shuffled throughout the paddock searching for the next patch of grass. Ivo, hard on the scent of something mysterious, carefully padded through the dewy grass, determined to discover its source. A loud, shrill whistle pierced the otherwise quiet night, and he swivelled his head around towards the sound, and before long he noticed a shadowy figure bathed in a yellow light that spilt onto the porch from the open door. He was usually obedient and always was happy to listen to his master, but tonight was different. The new smell, something strange and new, was addicting, causing Ivo’s better judgement to be overridden. Focusing back on the scent, head lowered, he picked up the scent once again, and through muddy fields he continued, occasionally tripping over the uneven fields, the slick mud not making it easy. Droplets clung to his fur as he followed the smell weaving this way and that until before long he stood in front of the rusted barbed wire fence, clumps of fur stuck onto the barbs from small animals. A singular paw raised, he stood frozen, knowing too well he was never meant to cross, his mind in chaos as he battled inner demons. The trees beckoned him with unruly fingers and eerie whispers as the wind blew through, shaking leaves and bushes alike. The scent too good to lose, Ivo scrambled under the fence, his paws digging up soil and grass as he tried to pull himself through. Soon succeeding, he stood up and shook himself, spraying the ground with droplets whilst catching his breath. He gazed over the paddock, the house now barely visible; a sense of disloyalty coursed through him as he had disobeyed his master twice. However, the scent crept back into his mind, causing him to lower his head once again, giving him a sense of euphoria as he padded towards the trees. The unkempt forest scratched and pulled at his fur as he made his way through overgrown blackberries and thorny bushes, determined to let nothing stop him. The screech of an owl broke the silence as it hunted for its next meal, resulting in Ivo pausing for a brief second. In all its quietness, he could help but admire the serene forest as it was bathed in silver slivers that pierced the dense canopy. Before long he resumed his task, wiggling under dense roots and walking over slippery rocks; some pointed and dug into his feet, and regardless of the pain, he continued his journey. Before long the trees thinned out, and Ivo ambled into a small clearing, the moon bathing the grass in an eerie glow. No longer picking up the scent, he felt a heavy pang in his heart. With an unsuccessful find, he turned to return home when suddenly a twig snapped, and he spun around quickly. There on the outer part of the clearing he saw a deer, its antlers gleaming in the moonlight. Immediately Ivo was filled with a drive as if it was unlocked after years of confinement. He barrelled towards the deer, piercing barks as they washed through the trees stirring up sleeping wildlife. The deer swiftly turned and ran into the foliage, snapping branches and tearing leaves as it darted away. Ivo gave chase, his muscles warming as he gained speed, determined to keep up. The unruly forest proved hard to navigate as he tried his best to keep his footing, sliding on the muddy ground, roots threatening to trip him up. The deer tried its best to lose him as it weaved through the forest with ease, but determination drove Ivo to match each move with precision. Bursting through the thick shrubbery, the pair soon felt the ground underneath shift. It was no longer thick, slippery mud but small pebbles wet with rain. Blinded with the thrill of the chase, Ivo didn’t register the two muted yellow beams before it was too late. A seething pain tore up his left side as he collapsed in a heap, the rain beating down from above. His ears rang as he heard muffled sounds and the sound of something else; he strained his ears to try and pick up the noise, but it was futile. Before long Ivo felt himself lifting off the ground and being gently placed somewhere as the rain ceased to exist. It all was a blur of noises and sounds as he tried his hardest to stay awake, but sleep wove its fingers over his body, and he soon succumbed to its hold.

After a unrestful sleep, he carefully opened his eyes and was met with a bright, ethereal glow. Confusion etched onto his face, his eyes swept over everything. It was as if time seemed to stand still but somehow felt alive. Without warning a dog soon appeared in front of him, and after a moment’s hesitation he noticed that the ghostly dog looked oddly familiar. ‘M-m-mum, is that you ??’ he asked tentatively. With a soft look, she gave a small nod, and without hesitation, he ran up to her and nuzzled into her neck. Relishing in the warmth she once provided, he stood back, and with uncertainty laced in his voice, he asked, ‘Why am I here??’. Giving a quick lick on his head, she softly replied, ‘The drive inside of you, the one you felt, led you here. But I am warning you, learn to control it; don’t let it control you. You might not be so lucky next time’. Ivo paused, letting the information sink in before he hesitantly asked, ‘Mother, am I dead ??’ His mother stared out into the distance before replying, ‘No, little one, it’s not your time yet; you still have much to learn.’ Ivo tried padding towards his mother as he abruptly felt himself falling, his mother's face fading away.

Bright lights and a smell that stung his nose were what greeted him when he awoke. Ivo tried to move, but his body screamed in agony, and he reluctantly lay back down. It was quiet wherever he was, and it was in this time he took his time to reflect on what happened. He escaped a brush with death; this intoxicating drive that was found within himself proved more deadly than he thought. Determined to learn more, he decided he would consult the elders back home and warn others about the dangerously intoxicating drive that seems to lay dormant until it gets let loose like an untamed beast. But first he had to tame his own demons.

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In the hush of twilight, I linger,
cradled by shadows, where breath falters,
the world blurs, a watercolor dream,
and time stretches, a taut whisper.

Stars emerge, puncturing the dark—
each a memory, a flicker of warmth,
the laughter of loved ones, long silenced,
echoing through the corridors of stillness.

Light spills like honey, sweet and thick,
an embrace enveloping my weary soul,
lifting, unspooling the weight of existence,
as I dance on the edge of the unfathomable.

I see the threads of what was,
woven into the tapestry of my heart,
and in that fleeting moment, I am undone,
a fragile whisper, yet infinite, in the vast expanse.

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