The SCAA - Officially Closed!

[Wesley]

Bump. |3
Anyone up for chat? ^^

[Offended Cockatiel]

I'll meet you in the chat after I go eat. K?

[Wesley]

Awesome. Trying to covince Pix, Leggo, and Cady to meet us there! ^^'

[Offended Cockatiel]

Ph yai!....

~Bump~

[Lions]

when is code drop?

[Wesley]

Crhyoyo, this Saturday. :3

[mackstarr]

i got the personalities done but ill finish the stories when i come up with something good.

Username: mackstarr
Kennel Number: 103
Name [of pet]: Monty
Gender [of pet]: male
Breed/Species [of pet]: mutt (sheepdog/ catahoula leopard dog)
Personality [of pet]: Monty is playful and clumsy. It is hard for him to see and most times he cant see at all. Monty has four left paws and is always trippping over nothing. His tail is always wagging even when hes upset and he cant stand vegetables or fruit. Monty likes cake but he is only allowed a tiny piece of vanilla once in a while. He usually gets it all over himself and the sugar hypes him up and makes him even more crazy than usuall. He plays untill he passes out and barks at the stars because he is frustrated no matter how high he climbs or jumps he cant catch them.
Background/History [of pet]: Monty blinked open his wide blue eyes. Sunlight glinted into the room through an unshaded window. Monty looked up at his shaggy, sheepdog mother. She smiled down at him and licked the top of his tiny head. Throughout the next few weeks, Monty grew in strength and began to hobble around the tiny apartment. No human ever came to visit him but he didnt care. Sometimes he and his two other siblings watched his hungry mother scratching and whining at the door. After a while his mothers food for him began to deplete and he cried outloud in his hunger. One day his brother didnt want to play anymore and his sister just lay and cried. Monty shivered against his mother untill she held no warmth for him any more. When he felt he could go on no longer, the door which he didnt even know could open, creaked aside and a two strange creatures walked in. They picked up his sister and pup her in a cage and soon he was there with her. Black fur clouded his vision because it had been growing longer and hung in his eyes. His sister who was later named Marie, found the strength to peer out of the bars and watch the creatures pick up his still mother and littermate. Suddenly the cage was lifted into the air and he and Marie stumbled to the side. They were put in a rumbling thing and it began to move. Monty was lulled to sleep by the faint swaying. He did not realize when they were put in a larger unmoving cage. He was woken by frantic movement as his sister was lifted from the cage. He lost sight of her as the upright creatures swarmed around her, calling out and bending over her still body. Days passed without seeing his sister and when he thought he was never going see her again, her tawny head appeared in the bars of his cage. "All better," the creature rumbled. "Dont play too rough now!" He set Marie down and they yipped and tustled in towels. Soon they were moved to another larger cage and hundreds of creatures big and small came to stare at them. Some even took them out and played. One day some came and took Marie and he never saw her again. He missed her but soon he would have a family to. A girl came one day and took him to a big house with tall ceilings. She let him out the back door and he jumped and ran in the grass, barking at the stars who had appreared overhead on the way there. Monty lives happily with the girl to this day.
Use [for pet]: charrie
Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
likes- cake, stars
dislikes- fruit, vegetables, cages, appartments
Age- 5 months
Twitter

Username: mackstarr
Kennel Number: 122
Name [of pet]: Kamairah
Gender [of pet]: male
Breed/Species [of pet]: hyena/husky :3
Personality [of pet]: he secluded and antisocial but he tags around with Standing Alone, my other charrie. Kamai is his nickname and he enjoys humming with the rain. He has a beautiful voice but will never let anyone hear it. Kamai grew up on a savhanah and was captured and taken to a farm where he wasnt treated well by the hearding dogs because he grew up as a hunter. Not a herder. Kamai is kindhearted but is often to shy to let others see his warm heart.
Background/History [of pet]: Kamairah was born in a grassy savhanah. His father only came around every once in a while. His tall upright ears and short tail told Kamai his father was not like his mother, who had short clipped fur and a long tail that curled over her back.She had run away from her people and had her litter of 5 stripey pups in shaggy bramble thicket on the savhanah. Kamiarah grew up there , learning to hunt desert hare and muskrats and mice. His curly tail was sometimes a hazzard though. It caught on branches and leaves, which he tryed to stay away from as much as possible. Eventually he discovered the outstanding speeds his powerful legs could take him to. He raced anything that could run to the death. Kamai rarley went hungry. He was almost a year old when people came to the savanah. He did not see them, for he was focused on his prey, untill it was to late. A wirey net flew over his head and no matter how hard he ripped and tore at it he could not escape its clutches. They took him back to their farm, very far from the hot, dry savanah he knew and loved. They treated him well and it rained there. Kamai loved the rain. He would sit at the door and beg to be let out so he could watch it fall from the sky. When he was two, the people told him to go out with the other dogs. He was a fast learner and watched how they hearded the sheep and cattle. One thing confused him though. Why werent they killing it? He decided to show them how to do it properly. Kamai charged in and tackled one of the fluffy white animals. It bleated fearfully and the people screamed. Kamai was suprised at the strength in he slow loping thing and before he could kill it he was dragged, snarling, away from his prey. He was then promptly cuffed and chained to a post. He was given no food or water and it did not rain. The sheep were in plain sight of him and this only increased his hatred and determination to kill them. When he did this he was beaten and chained again. This time when they released him, he didnt hesitate in bolting as fast as his muscular legs would carry him. He ran for a full hour before reaching the home of a kind woman. She stroked him and brought him food and water. He caustiously followed her inside after confirming there were no sheep of any kind here. He lives happily with her now.
Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
Likes- rain, running
Dislikes- farms, sheep, posts
Age- 3 years
Twitter
Use [for pet]: charrie

[Lions]

Thanks!

[briny]

Username: Briny
Picture{s} of pet:
Name: None
Gender: Male
Breed/Species: Wolf goat mix
Preferences/Requirements: Do not change his gender,
You can change his breed but keep the horns,
You can change his design slightly
Lineart/Artist/Credits: http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?t=639532
Mystica

[Offended Cockatiel]

It's a cat/fox/goat thing and is called a Goax.