[shibuki]

Sorry, but I have noticed that xAmbyroo's form is very similar to mine

Then I realized that most of it is directly copied and pasted from mine

I would like this to be settled/taken care of please <3

Thanks ouo

I did not copy/paste anything from your forum, and I can actually promise that, too. I do not like copying, I am original, I thought of every word that is seen there, I only aranged it like that `cause I was in a rush, but it won't be like that once I get back from Hurricane Irene. I am still editing mine to make it look like my boyfriends, since he is on a different web aplying for a warror himself.

It is copied word for word. I have screenshots >A>

[Ember Sky]

Also i added some art to my form

You do not need to inform them about that ^w^ They'll see your form. (You'll get in trouble :3 )

[Rain Cloud]

I have screen shots of it, too.
I have yours to mine & mine to my boyfriends.

I did not copy, I was on notepad writing mine.
Like I said its only like that for now, it won't have as much `of yours` as you say my history is nothing likes yours, neither is the theme song. I know what looks the same, `cause I reviewed mine and yours a couple of times today & yesterday. The words that look exactly the same will be changed my electricity comes back on Monday. I am mobile, right now, sorry.

And no, its not copied word from word, do not just straight to conclusion.. You have no clue where I got my information from. My boyfriend does exist, so does the web he's on. I will even inculde pics of him and me together to just prove I got half of things from him, he's even on this website as well, { SurielBoston } contact him, he will tell you everything.

[laces]

.:Number of Pup:.

6

.:Name:.

Icirrii

Pronounced ICE-ear-ee.

.:Gender:.

Female

.:Short Story

As a young pup, I wasn't the biggest, or the strongest of our litter. I was... or am, the runt. One effect of this was, I learned by watching others. I learn from watching every one else and their mistakes. I don't agree with most of the other trainees stupid ideas, or their undying love for missions that can cause harm to themselves. They haven't even gotten their armor yet, and they try to take on full-grown male Kronadors, the fiercest chimeras of their kind.

My name is Icirrii. I am not like the others. I am different, and I accept that. But what I can't seem to get is why the others try to get me into trouble, or seriously hurt me. I never understood this strange group that excludes me. They think they are all the same, and I am nothing... but I will show them. I will reach the armor cave before any of them and I will become a warrior. A warrior of Isket.

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Icirrii breathed in the warm scent of the other trainees. She barked loudly, "KRONADOR IN THE DEN!" Every single wolf in the room rose their head, or jumped up, bristling. "Where?" Her brother snarled. "I'll kill it!" Icirrii was already gone. She snorted with laughter as the other wolves burst out of the den into the hallway, growling and barking. "You liar!" They bit at her ears and long tail with anger, the nips turning into actual bites that began to hurt. Icirrii just stood there, waiting for them to lose interest.

One by one, they began to drift off, leaving her alone to pester the warriors into telling them where the cave was before they proved they were ready for their armor. The only wolf who stayed behind was her brother, who snarled menacingly into her face, thrusting his paw out, scratching her left front leg. "Don't EVER do that again, or I will make sure Rayo personally kicks you out of the den, and you have to sleep outside." His threatening only left her with a huge happiness blooming inside. She had promised, and she will defeat this "outsider" rank.

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Icirrii began to trot off to sit in the blue grass not far from the base of the mountain, when her brother started following her. "Where do you think you're going?" Icirrii just stared at him with her dark gray gaze as he circled around her, haunches bristling. Icirrii didn't reply; she knew her brother would come up with some way to use it against her. "You know, something... or someone," He insinuated some emotion into 'someone', "could hurt you while you are out here."

He began to snarl and he leaped at her with ferocious speed. His larger and stronger body build ensured that Icirrii would be bowled over, but she swiftly moved out of the way as if she had wings on her paws. Her brother crash-landed in a heap, but shot up from his humiliation. "You little!" The now-angered older brother leaped at Icirrii again, but this time not as high. He grabbed her by her scruff and began dragging her back to the tunnels.

Icirrii let her brother drag her halfway up the red mountainside, limp so his effort would be fruitless and tiring. She waited for the right moment, then she snarled and bit into her brother's leg, feeling her paws sliding down the mountain. Her mucles strained as her brother started to collapse from exhaustion.
He fell forward onto her, and she couldn't hold up under his crushing weight.

He last thoughts as she slid down the mountain were, Is this the end? Did I make my imprint on the world as a fierce warrior? Her paws and body grew limp and the two limp wolves slid down the mountain with greatening speed. Icirii's back began to become numb, and she started to think that she had lost some fur on the rough, bare rock. Her whole body also became numb, spreading cold fingers throughout her mind. Everything began to swirl and blacken, and everything closed in on her. She shut her beautiful gray eyes. It was all black.

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Still a WIP.

.:Art:.

Also Coming Soon.

.:W.o.I facts:.

1. Warriors of Isket wear unique armor they find in a cave, deep in the forest of Isket. This armor was made by the humans long ago.
2. The sky is always like dusk.
3. The mountains/rocks are red, and the leaves and grass are a blue-tealish color.
4. The caves W.o.I live in look like normal caves from the outside, but actually are a network of tunnels and caves on the inside.
4. There are many different body types of Warriors.

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Coming soon. ^^

[CaptainFirefly]

Number of pup: 5
Name: Polemeno (This tranclates to "Warrior Of The Broken" In Greek language, yet I slightly shortened it so it would be a million little letters.)
Gender(Already given): Male
History/short story:

Polemeno wobbled to his Mother. He was learning to walk and he almost had it. But he didn't want to walk. He wanted to run. He wanted to be free. Run away for ever. Never come back. But for now he was stuck here with his Siblings, Parents and all the other Warriors. He sighed and layed down in between his Mothers Paws, looking around watching his Siblings play. His mother nuzzled him and smiled.* "I Love You." *She said, making him feel better. He smilled and touched noses with her. "I Love You Too, Mommy!" He said, cuddling up close to her. Then...it hit him. He had the perfect idea. If he could just wait till mom was occupied with his Brothers and Sisters he could sneak away, see what else was out there! He could do. And he would do it. He leapt to his feet and stumbled over to the edge of the forest. He fell to the ground in the soft grass. He played with his tail and some leaves to make it look like he was playing and having a good time so his mother woudn't notice that he was sneaking off. Then she called out to her Pups. "Pups, Lunch time!" He stared at her. then called back. "Uh...I'll eat later Mom, im not that hungry right now!" He said this in a nervuos tone but tried to hide it. "Okay, Polemeno......You better stay right there and don't go any were else in the Camp Clearing. Don't disturb any of the other Warriors and come back in in a little bit!" She shouted back and crawled inside the den, along with his Siblings and his Father trailing behind her, disappearing,fading away into the entrance. Quickly he looked around, seeing nobody was watching he made a quick dash into the forest. He didn't fall! He was running! Running!! "Walking is easy!" he thought "You just gotta go fast enough. I wonder how the grown-ups can walk so slow and still keep there balance?" He wondered, still thinking to himself. He ran and ran until suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his foot. He came to hault and came tumbling down. "OW!" he cried out and looked down at his paw pad. There was a thorn from a bramble bush in his paw! It hurt! Its stung, it burned and it bled. Tears welled up in his eyes until finally he coudn't take it. He burst into tears yet tried to keep his crying silent. Soon, he remembered what his Momma had always said to him when he cried. 'Take a deep breath and jsut calm down. Think about your situation' she would say. He took a deep breath and realized this was very calming. He stopped and began slowly pulling the thorn from his paw. His lips quivered and trembled as he tried to keep his mouth closed from crying out. There was an endless sharp pain in his Paw until finally, a wave of huge releif came crashing over him. He smiled and licked the blood from his paw. His tears dried up and he carelessly tossed the thorn into the bushes. "Won't be needing you any more!" He said, feeling like he had just killed a Kronador and it was lying there in utter defet. He got so caught up into this he went into the bushes and found the Thorn again. He put his paw on the blunt, dull side of it. "Get up! Or are you just gonna sit there, taking your defete because you know im better! The Warriors will always win!" *He did a small roar and rolled the thorn out of the bush and followed it. "Oh now you wanna get up and fight! Bring it on you stupid Kronador!" He said shifting from paw to paw, crouching down and narrowing his eyes. The wind blew the small Thorn into the bushes again. "What?! Now you wanna hide! Your to scared of me! Im to tough! to amazing for you to handle! I am the all mighty Rayo!" *He shouted, just getting butterflies saying the Cheif's name. He pounced into the bush and rolled out the other side. He grabbed onto something, assuming it was the thorn he got up and growled at it, baring his tiny, pearly white teeth. He jumped onto it then realized something once he was in the sun light. This thing had fur. It was as big as him! It was a paw! He looked up to see the glistening eyes of Rayo.

Art: W.I.P
Other: No.
Tell me something about the WOI stated on the official page:

1. Kronadors are believed to be half Reptile and half Horse
2. The Warriors live in a land called Isket were there is never peace and they are always battling the Kronadors
3. Each young Warrior must go and retreive there own Armor from the Cave
4. Only the Warriors know about the Cave
5. The Armor that lies in the Cave was made by Humans 8,000 years ago.
6. The Humans went extinct because of the evolution of other Animals
7. Kronadors are also called Chimera's
8. Male Kronadors and Female Kronadors are different in there appearance!
9. The Warriors always have a Back Plate and Chest Plate
10. All of the Armor is Unique and is never the same.


Can I do more little Facts? XD


Also I am working on his Art right now and I will probably change his name just a little...

[Aki~]

.::Name of the Pup::.
Kis Csoda

:Nicknames:
Kis, Kis-little

:Meaning:
Small Miracle in Hungarian

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.::Gender::.
A stunning girl.

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.::Body::.
Big wolf with short ears and a curled tail.
Her frame is smaller then the average wolf.

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.::Personality::.

Often considered the runt of her litter given the events surrounding her birth, Kis Csoda has grown up to have a personality invariably unique among the wolf community. Because she nearly died at birth, and has remained small ever since, the other pups have continuously made fun of her throughout her entire life. After being told she would grow up a weakling and would never receive a set of armor repeatedly, Kis began to avoid the other pups and literally keep her nose to the ground to escape the daily routine of bullying. As fate would have it, this led to both one of Kis’s favorite hobbies and a secret envy.
One day, on her way to talk to the village elders, Kis ran across a gang of pups and immediately dropped her nose to the ground. To her delight, she picked up a faint scent of something simultaneously sweet and intoxicating. Mystified, she entered a near trance-like state where she could ignore the taunting from the other pups and focused only on the scent. She followed it all the way out of the village and along a trail that wound up the mountain. Without noticing the ground beneath her changed from the rough gravel of the mountain path to a smooth grassy outcropping at the edge of the mountain trail. She glanced up and saw the most amazingly yellow flowers, brighter and more bold than sunshine, growing among the grass. She went to pick some of the flowers, but as soon as her paw struck the grass, a butterfly that matched the flowers flew up and floated away. As she watched, she felt an envy that the butterfly could float and be so free, to go where it pleased without being taunted or made fun of. Free to be free. While Kis appeared shy among the pups, she blossomed in this one moment of freedom where there was no one to judge or be judged by. She returned with three new personality traits: a passion for finding rare herbs, often ones mentioned by elders in their stories she loved so much to hear, a new favorite color of the boldest yellow, and a wish to be free to float like a butterfly.
As her fellow pups shunned her, even forcing her to sit out as they played the normal hunting games like hide and seek, which they would call "Find me", Kis often prefers the company of the village elders. As they are those who have retired, they pass no judgment on her oddities. In fact, the elders love to relive their glory days, and Kis laps up their stories like water for her wounded soul. Her favorite stories are when the elders talk about herbs they used in the heat of battle or the peace of home. In fact, she uses those stories to discover new herbs to find on her frequent nights spent crying to the moon. On the nights that are especially difficult, she can escape into the comfort of an herb hunt. Of course, the only reason she leaves to cry out to the moon is so she doesn’t wake her beloved mother and father.
Kis Csoda loved her father from the minute she learned the meaning of her name. To him, she was his “little miracle”, and more than anything else, her father made Kis feel important. When the other pups would make fun of her, it was her custom to go tell her father, the one comforting voice in a crowd of disdain. She loved her father very much, because he was the one person who told her she could be anyone she wanted to be. That isn’t to say she didn’t love her mother. Her mother just didn’t understand why she felt the way she felt. She was always telling Kis to quit walking around with her nose in the ground and just be the beautiful wolf she was. This only made Kis feel worse, like she was disappointing her mother by being herself. She did not think she was beautiful, especially since her brothers and sisters had wonderful coats of color like her mother and father. In her head she was just an ugly black and white runt.
All these experiences have left Kis Csoda a shell, one who acts shy among everyone else because she lacks confidence. But hidden within the depths of her soul is an unmatched tenacity, a thirst to prove to herself and the pack that she is not worthless. Inside she longs for adventure and excitement, the thrill of having friends and being loved and accepted. Inside she wishes for the freedom to be as bold as she wants, and be able to put a wreath of flowers around her tail and dance her heart out in front of the wolves, but fears their rejection and repugnance. Kis is a beautiful pup with a soul waiting for a chance to bloom.

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.::History/short story::.

Igino looked up at the panting Amadahy with sadness in his eyes. The world around them was still as the last pup came out, bloody, cold, and dead. Igino looked up at the two warriors who had fought, fought to protect him and everyone else, with pure remorse in his eyes. Tevron snapped.
“How could you?!" he snarled as he stalked in circles around the shaman. "This is my first litter, and you let one die."
Grief filled Igino’s words as he spoke, “Doleo..." he said, bowing his head, “If the URs wanted her to... There was noth-"
"They gave us this litter you fool, and now you let my little girl..." Tears swelled in the brave male’s eye, for he could not get out the last word.
Somberly, he walked over to his love, who had passed out from the exhaustion, and crested her cheek with his own. "I am so sorry my love." As he watched the other five pups suckle on the new mother, a small cough echoed in the cave. Tevron shot up in wonder, and scanned the room wondering where the sound could have come from. He heard another cough, but this time it was followed by the yelping and wiggling of the once dead pup. Igino and Tevron rushed over to see the pure black pup had come back from the dead. Tevron licked the pup in love and helped her get over to her brothers and sisters.
Igino exhaled with both joy and relief. "So what are you going to name this little one?"
Tevron didn't even have to think. "Kis Csoda. Small miracle."

And small was the name for her. As her brothers and sisters grew three inches a day, she would only grow one. When playing hide and go seek with the other pups, she was not allowed to play for she could hide in the smallest of cracks and the other pups deemed it unfair.
She would go to her beloved father and say, "Dad, they won't let me play find me! They say I am too small and stupid to play! I hate being small! I hate, hate, hate being small!"
Tevron would interrupt her and say, "Now you stop right there young one. You are the way that the URs made you for a reason. They wanted you to live and they wanted you to be small. One day you will learn to use your weakness to your advantage, I promise."
But no matter how much she told herself that she was fine the way she was, the pups still teased and the words still hurt. After a while she gave up on making friends. She would roam around the mountains with her nose to the ground, sniffing for things that interested her. She wouldn't talk to the other pups, and they in turn would just laugh at her.
"Look at her!” They’d say, “So small and shy! I wonder if there is even any armor that would fit a runt like her."
"Probably not! She’ll just be an armorless little dog. Stay in the mountains Kis-little! Don't let the big monsters hurt you Kis-little!"
She would sneak out of her den at night, creep out of the mountains and down into the forest below. There she would howl in pain at what the others would say about her. She was determined to show them that she was worth something in this world, and that the pack would need her.

One night, a gust of wind came over her and in that wind she smelled something wonderful and splendid. Entranced by this aroma, she wound her way deeper into the forest, following her nose. Consumed in her search for the source of the aroma, she didn't even realize that she was being followed. Through the trees and between the rocks, she combed every inch of every place the scent led her. Finally, as she leaped over a boulder, her eyes landed on a single elder tree. There, growing on that tree was a dark green vine that climbed up the tree trying to reach for the sky. On the vine, about half way up, was a single flower with big, brilliant, orange petals that faded into a glowing yellow center. Kis knew that was the source. But how do I get up there? The thought inspired her. Frantically, Kis scurried up to the tree, grabbing hold of the vine with her teeth. She tried to pull the flower down, but the vine’s grip was too strong for her little body. She started to search for anything that she could use to extend her reach. Glancing around, she saw a small boulder that if she could just push it over to the tree, she could reach that wondrous flower. No matter how hard Kis Csoda pushed, she could not get that bolder to move an inch, but determination gave her the will. She took several sticks scattered around the tree and struck them underneath the bolder at an angle. Then she used her claws to carve lanes in the ground as to where the bolder should go. She scaled up the tree behind the boulder using the low branches as a ladder. Looking down, she angled herself perfectly with the sticks. Taking a deep breath in, she closed her eyes and jumped. Smack! Creak! Tumble! Thump! When Kis opened her eyes, she could barely contain her excitement. The plan had worked like a charm and now the boulder was against the tree and she could reach the flower.
"You’re too dumb to play find me?! You’re too small?! Yeah? Let’s see any other puppies pull that off!"
"That was every clever young one," boomed a voice from behind her.
Kis Csoda froze stiff and a wave of fear over took her.
He could sense it. "Oh! Were you so enthralled with the hunt that you failed to realize someone was following you? Now what would you do if I was an enemy!?" Laughing his loud laugh, Igino came out of the dark.
Kis dropped her stance, "Igino! I would have attacked you!"
Igino smirked, "Oh, you better respect me now. I did helped birth you after all." He strutted over to the tree with the beautiful flower on it and stopped at the edge of the bolder. "Kis Csoda, how did you find this flower?" he asked, looking back to her.
"I was in the forest and I smelled this wonderful scent. So I followed it and it led me here."
Igino cocked his head to the side. "And why were you in the forest so late?"
Kis tucked her tail under. "I ... I cry to the moon... But I don't like to wake father up..."
A sad smile of sympathy came across Igino's face. Motioning to the flower he said "There is an old story told: That this flower only glows once a year for one night, and whoever eats this flower will have good luck until the next flower on the vine glows. I have followed this scent once a year, for five years to eat this flower. For five years, I was the only one who could smell this flower. But you... You who died in my care, and came back to us... you can smell it to." Igino looked away as thoughts passed through him mind.
"You can have it if you want,” Kis said humbly.
Igino looked back at Kis, astonished at what she just said. "You just did all that work and you would just give the flower to me?"
Kis nodded her head, "You are the one that has come here for five years, you are the one the births all the pups, and you are the one that everyone entrusts their lives to. Why would I need the luck? To be happier? It would make me happy to see more and more warriors coming out of your cave knowing that they will live to see another day."
While she was talking, a smile grew on Igino's face. After a long pause, he finally spoke. “You are sure you want me to have this?"
Kis nodded. Igino delicately took the flower off of the vine, and split it in half. "Here, now we can both have luck." Kis took her half. "Come now," he said with his mouth full, "I have to talk to your father about your future..."

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.::Favorites::.

:Color:
Bold Yellow

:Animal:
Butterfly

:Hobby:
Herb Collecting

:Pastime:
Hearing the elders stories

:Goal:
To be wanted and helpful

:Aspiration:
Be a Medic on the field

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.::Art::.
(warning: This was my first time doing any kind of art at all)
Of Her: X w/ poem
From The Story: X

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.::Armor::.
(Can be changed if not up to standers)

X

:Main metal:
tungsten carbide

:Accent metal:
Rose Gold

:Gems:
Ethiopian opal

:Straps and pouches:
Kronadors leather Straps and Sack

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.::Things About WoI::.

Warriors of Isket fight to find peace for the land of Isket, against the Kronadors.

Only the Custom and Alfa WoI's can breed, even so, before you decide to create a litter you still need to ask for the Board's permission.

Warrior of Isket are Wolf cross breeds and they should stay this way! NO Humans, or Anthro, and no Normal Wolves!

[corgie]

I have screen shots of it, too.
I have yours to mine & mine to my boyfriends.

I did not copy, I was on notepad writing mine.
Like I said its only like that for now, it won't have as much `of yours` as you say my history is nothing likes yours, neither is the theme song. I know what looks the same, `cause I reviewed mine and yours a couple of times today & yesterday. The words that look exactly the same will be changed my electricity comes back on Monday. I am mobile, right now, sorry.

And no, its not copied word from word, do not just straight to conclusion.. You have no clue where I got my information from. My boyfriend does exist, so does the web he's on. I will even inculde pics of him and me together to just prove I got half of things from him, he's even on this website as well, { SurielBoston } contact him, he will tell you everything.

Sorry for jumping in but

It is copied word for word, not only the layout but the way the armor is and everything ^^;

Plus she never said what parts were copied, she just said many things from your form was copy/pasted from her's. You can't accuse her of theft either as she used that story/everything before as well.

[Rain Cloud]

Yes, the layout is the same. I tried to move some things last, to make it a little more different. I also edited my materials/quotes. I already knew it was the same, but I am for sure I did not copy anything whatsoever from her forum into mines.. And I, can most deffinitly promise that above everything I own an love. I shouldve asked to use her layout, but I didn't. I am mostly likely going to put everything the way I copied the code in the beggining. But I most deffinitly did not copy her story, I made that the very first time I posted the intire forum to fill.

EDIT;
We should just settle this.
This is spam for the WOI thread.
Also; I am not acusing her of art theft.

[Boaz]

Entering!!!!
My forum is W.I.P!

[Aki~]

There are 11 people trying for number 6 and 2 so far...