The SCAA - Officially Closed!

[Wesley]

Forms are open. C:

[Toxi+Bbun]

Username:Bbun
Kennel Number:3
Name [of pet]:Briar
Gender [of pet]:Female
Breed/Species [of pet]:Cat/American Shorthair
Personality [of pet]:

B is for bouncy!:
Briar is a bouncy she-cat, that's for sure! She can sure jump around a lot with her bouncy paws. She likes to climb rock to rock for appropiate measure too.

R is for responsible!
Briar always cleans up after herself and knows how to take care of her self. She cleans herself, and obtains food on her own.

I is for ignorant and intelligent!
Of course sometimes she gets a little cranky or disobeys orders, thus this trait comes to mind. She is quite secretive, and not telling everybody the full story, plus she doesn't want to listen at times and thus she's naggy at times. However, she's a smart cookie, and can remember most things told to her.

A is for affectionate!
Of course while the little darling is cranky at times, she's sweet with kits and manages to protect them well, despite the fact she has none of her own. They're interested in her stories of the past when she was their age, for they ask for their own plain amusement.

R is for respectful!
Being a kit-lover means that she treats them fairly along with the other queens and warriors included.

Background/History [of pet]:

I could barely remember the days when I was just a young kit.
From the warm milk of my own mother, Furze, to the plump mice and thrushes from the forest, it was more like a mere dream then a old, rusty memory likely. Of course, would I know any better other then to eat, and sleep? Perhaps causing a rucus and interested in the elder's stories? All of these would be a yes for me, as I was not aware on how long these days of my halcyon days of youth would last.

How was thee called Briar(kit)? Mum named me Briar after my pelt coat, a warm cream with darker brown on top, complete with lighter brown spots and flecks, and what at first seemed to be blue eyes, before gradully turning into a beautiful shade of lavender. I had one sister, Lark, and a brother, Wild. We mewled and pounched around, played and did little fights, nothing too amusing or interesting to you.

"What a little darling you got there, Furze", said my mother's friends. Boy, they were sure amused of me and my siblings. Course that we liked each other too. Except for the occasional cut, thorn in paw, or fight over who gets what prey. I always got the thrush, no suprise on how I like them.

I slowly nuzzled my mother's chest, waiting for a serving of milk. But something was wrong. I quickly opened my eyes, which were now purple. I saw. Mother was gone, and I never knew where she went. Did she go up to StarClan or up to the Great Beyond? Well, both are basically the same thing.

When it was my time to become a apprentice, it was no difference then for me to get excited, for one thing, its a wonder for a young cat to become aware that they are on the path to a warrior, a true brave fighter. No wonder I was chosen to become the apprentice for Gray, a ragged tom with a foggy, blind eye.

Untill the day I became a warrior myself, I trained and tried as hard as I could, hoping to please my master, or mentor. Till I got my name, Briarpelt. The name simply rang in my hollow head. Briarpelt.Briarpelt. It fitted perfectly, so I was pleased with my named, for it was honorable.

However, you may be wondering how I mananged to get out of the Clan life, and live as a loner. Personally I would go back, but a inpending danger was on its way to cause harm and destruction. However, it plainly wasn't safe for this young she-cat, with her fluffy pelt and the eyes that no cat has seen. A clear shade of lavender shone in my eyes, giving me a glimmer in the eye.

A traitor was lurking in these Clans, waiting for the right momment to cause havoc and discord. His name? Dark. A jet black tom with a white head, with eyes in a deep shade of crimson. Course that we would sneak up to my clan, with a grudge. He was caught since he had kits with a she cat in another clan, typical.

It was that day, while I was hunting in a lush forest for prey. I mananged to catch a plump, juicy vole and a thrush, a bluebird. It was then when he showed up. Of course I was to be frightened, for a clan cat no more a tom couldn't be out like this. Had he started talking about his plans, I knew right away that he had bad intentions indeed.

It was then that he warned me if that if I spoke of this, I would be dead, literally. But I had to. Why? To prevent havoc approach and attack. When I told my clan about him, it was no wonder that they went in a furor and outrage, planning to secretly attack him and his clan later. But I had to make a sacrifice. What was it? Being in a clan.

If I was to hide myself, I would have to run off, somewhere near but not noticeable away. Luckily, the leader, Flame, respected my decision and told me to leave and run. It wasn't long before I started running and darting to a abandoned rabbit warren, which was to be my new den.

So when he and his followers started coming, my old clan started attacking, but at first, no blood was spilled untill a ambush sucessfully killed Dust and wounded a few others. Then it was the battle. Fur, claws and blood flew around for all I could see. Until the dust settled, which many dead bodies of cats appeared, giving me a chill to the core.

It was time that I realized that it was kind of my style to live out in the open, however I do miss being with my clanmates sometimes, for one thing I never had a chance to have kits. Second, my brother has went Up There, meaning that he is dead, but my sister lives as a elder, retiring from her medicine cat ways. Plus that I would not do orders, and not often did I follow them.

However, I must fend myself, and warn the clans of inpending danger, you know? Plus, I love it in my little warren, so comfortable for a den. Fit for any noble warrior, and that warrior would be me. Now pass that thrush over here, you can't eat it all for yourself now! This is the story of me, Briar, legendary warrior of LeafClan! Off you go, until you reach the border of the clan terriories, and off somewhere far away!

Use [for pet]:A character, of course. I'll put her in my character thread, and love her. I'll get her art and such too. And of course, she'll be in a loving home, not being covered in dust.
Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
Age:About 7 cat years(approx. 84 moons). Thus, her memories are very foggy and not much can be told.
Mate:Looking for one, for this lone ranger needs someone to be with too.
Likes:
Thrushes:
Ah, plump, juicy songbirds. Bluebirds classify as these. Much more better than a small lark or a plain old shrew. Now wouldn't you like one? Oh yeah, you had your share. Plus their feathers make good decorations for this den.
Her Clan:
My clan is obviously the best in the whole forest, but isn't that what a plain old warrior would say? Well mine is easily hidden, can defend themselves, and are charming and witty. Nothing more to say.
Water:
A very rare thing to like unless you're a KoiClanner, like Koistar or Whisperheart or something. I like how it matters my pelt, which is a good feeling other then the wind battering your fur, of course.
Kits:
So cute and fluffy! Their tender little eyes and their bouncy attitudes make me smile. In fact, I am like them in a way, for I am bouncy too!
Dislikes:
Twolegs:
How nasty they are! Why did StarClan allow them to exsist in the first place? So hoity, rude, igorrant, and annoying. Just no. Then again, all feral cats like me hate them anyways.
ShadeClan:
If I recalled correctly, Dark was in this clan, no? He is pure evil, and even though only one follower of his is still alive, he might influence young kits. Plus they killed my brother, leader, and mentor as well. Any more to say?
Death:
Why does it always have to stalk us cats and kill the youthful, rather then the elderly? A cat is killed everyday it is seriously not amusing at all, actually it is more frightening because you may be its next victim, who knows! And where will you be sent, The Great Beyond, StarClan or the Dark Forest? Only Death and time will tell.
Last but not Least, Trees:
They're everywhere, yet they fall and kill. Why should they exist? Maybe it was like this to the ancients of the past. Lets just hope that they will be gone in a thousand moons from now, when I am long dead.

Other:The following shows the true names of the cats featured in this story:
Briar-Briarpelt-Briar
Furze-Furzetail
Gray-Grayfur
Dark-Darkheart
Flame-Flamestar(dead by the end of the story, replaced with Swift(star)
Dust-Dustfoot
Lark-Larkfeather
Wild-Wildfur
Note:The clans are LeafClan, FeatherClan, ShadeClan, KoiClan, and GrassClan.
Darkheart and Dustfoot come from ShadeClan, Briar(pelt) lived in LeafClan with Wildfur(killed in Darkheart's assult) and Larkfeather(elder at the end). Briar(pelt) is nearly the age of the elder and is a friend of FeatherClan and LeafClan, but has a strong hate of ShadeClan. Whisperheart and Koistar are cats owned by another peep who I shall mention as Eppy on another site, and I have full permission to use em, since its a thing we do ^^.
Trick or Treat, Smell my feet!

Finally finished!

[Offended Cockatiel]

new pic may be comming

Username:Aysan1
Kennel Number:50
Name [of pet]:Pecan
Gender [of pet]:Male
Breed/Species [of pet]:Siberian Tiger
Personality [of pet]:He's a nut,nutcase that is
Background/History [of pet]:

It hurts

When I cough

and when I laugh

the pain won't leave me behind

`~........

It's more loyal then some i've known.

Why do I feel so alone?

When I'm trying to breath...

It seams like I can't and when I try for hapiness it feels like thouse thoughts will swallow me up.

I'm always tired but I never want to sleep.

When alone my pesamistic thoughts could swallow me up

What if my life goes well then something happens

and it turns me around

accidents happen and if I did nothing wrong

Why would I be blaimed?


Because this is life
and life
it isn't
fair

Sometiems I feel like no one can hear my voice

Like it doesn't even exist

and I feel so alone

but I know that there are people

people who care

about me

and maybe it's my fear

but I don't want to leave this earth

Not just the pain but that my existence mite be whiped

like I was never there

I want to be someone

someone that no ones ever been

I am surely unique and defenitly different

but I can take it

and thouse horrid thoughts won't come into my mind

of death to myself

but i'm scared still

and yet still I am happy and conafident and ready to soar

I am waiting for something

and that something

is it nothing?






Thank God.

I feel like luck is with me but somehow...

This mite not go as planned.

it's not!

It is comming out and all i'm doing is ending up being herd.

...........


Water trickled down my face,from the rocks up above. It was cool against my soft fur. My cave dwelling gave little comfort as I stood as passed shackily through the rocks. I held my breath and stepped out into the sunshine,it was all hills and trees,sun and moon,leaves and flowers,step after step. Nothing changed but everything did. Sigh escaping my maw I stepped foreward one more time and closed my eyes. The noises,for a moment of silence,there was the chirping of the birds and the still rustling of the trees before the wind swirled by. Another sigh came out as I staired around,eyes watering in tiredness. The trees look so protecting,they made me want to go under then,sit at there trunks and close my eyes. But that would ont be right. I feel so trapped,like this layer of glass holds me,i'm jailed inside. That safe feeling doesn't seam to want to return. It's out there somewear,but would it be wise to feel it at this time? Our time. When if you close your eyes,you don't know who could come to your feet and take you away. So I guess this so called cage of mine does protect me. Stretching I turned to stair blankly at my cave there just for a moment back outside. I erd the birds music in the distence and a smile spread through my face as the humidity softly played with me.




Use [for pet]:
Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
Do Not Steal! This charecter relaits to me and how I feel at times,I really think he connects.
Pix is awesome!

Is it hard being who you are?when you don't even know it you'rself

Username:Aysan1
Kennel Number:3
Name [of pet]:Antoinn
Gender [of pet]:Male
Breed/Species [of pet]:Cat{non-speacfied}
Personality [of pet]: Bringing sexy back~Justin Timberlake~
Background/History [of pet]:
~Precariose perches~ Loser like me~
Slowly strutting through the streets I couldn't help catching the noise on my ears. 'Boom ch boom ch' the music made me turn my ears in the general direction. Soon I couldn't help,once again,to draw closer towards the noise.I peeked my head behinde the area in wich a hid and heard. A radeo perched itself on the third step of a five step case of stairs,it's music on a never ending streak as if it was the lapping sea,one lap,laps,over laps. I took a precariose paw stepping slowly but with confadence forward. Though I didn't stop after that one step,and I was already infront of these humans sitting and listening to the music as I did. I took myself slowly and rubbed my side against ones leg,getting kicked away. "Get away you little freak" yelping I made my way for protection,shrugging the blow off. Sighing I started back.
~ ` ~ `~
The day ripe,sun dawning up from the green hills I stepped out of the sheltering stones,shacking my fur of the morning dew. Maw opened,eyes tightly closed,I stretched and yawned getting myself into relaxation. I walked around the streets,trying to catch a wiff of food. My nose twitched and with haist I was off,fallowing that scent. Quickly I ran,untill...I was met with my prey. A small mouse that had gotten out of a 'Rickys rodents control' truck and was scuttling away. Little did it know,it would have been more protected inside the truck,then out. I made my way,closer and closer,but something made me wrinckle my snout in disgust. The scent of others caught my nostrils,this scent strong and tangy. Eyes wide I pounced on the plump mouse managaing to kill it. I was off,trying to get away from the scent. The scent though it caught up and I was greeted with a bulk cat,fixed with a grizzled chin and a devils grin he staired at my mouth to find the mouse. "Hey loser" he meowed friends chortling as they came from behinde. "We need that mouse...so hand it over" I shook my head letting the mouse dangling from it's tail swing from side to side. He glared snerking gring turning chesire,beady eyes stairing me down. Heart pulsing in my head,as he put his head against mine and growled fearcly,his voice holding a playfull laughter. "You wanna tango with me loser?...not like you'll get very far",Bo's voice made little startle to me,though as he sized me up I couldn't help but flinch. Licking his lips he breathed in a great big breath,making himself grow two times his real size,making me grimance. I sighed "Bo...leave me alone" voice a slight hiss as I walked away dropping the mouse. Defeated once again...and I didn't even try. Many thoguhts came hudling into my head,thoughts about the craziest things...but if I beleaved...
Then eyes furrowing themselves together into a glare I smirked. "we'll see how far I can get...being the loser that I am" clicking my toungue over to top of my mouth I walked off,licking my lips in antisapation...we'll see.
~ `~ `~
"Hey!Hey!hey!" I look around jolted,bouncing back but keeping my cool. "Antoinn...?" A sly sleek cat slinked over towards me. His eyes,they reminded me of someone. "Yes?" I cocked my head,bewidered clearly. "You are Antoinn?" I nodded catiosly. "It's...-" He hesitated for a moment. "Bo...?" I asked. His ears percked. "Yes!" He looked away catiosly. I felt like slashing him in the face. One paw lifted,but my claws stayed sheethed,then unimaginably I just batted his ear. He turned my way pretty quickly after that and said nothing. Though he batted me back.


Use [for pet]:Well think for one he's beauitfull and he'd definetly be a great part of my charecter page. When I looked at him,the first time on the donation form I just thought i'd love to enter and try for him,and to me this little guy looks more like a guy then a girl,plus i'd love to extend his story and explore his past.
Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
Mate:Bo xD...someone of Mick's

Mistakes: My,my...mistakes are a thing everyone has. To seek out and fix what mistakes you have made is what I want.


Pix is awesome! Obiovise WIP!



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Username:Aysan1
Kennel Number:83
Name [of pet]:Heather
Gender [of pet]:Female
Breed/Species [of pet]:Comming

Personality [of pet]:

Background/History [of pet]:
"Hea-"-"comming!" nothing was gunna stop me today! Quickly I grabbed my blue and black skateboard and slid down the handle of the stairs sliding down with a "woohoo!" to fallow.

Use [for pet]:

Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
Trick or treat! Smell my feet!

[parfom]

Username: Sky Dancer
Kennel Number: 3
Name [of pet]: Brier
Gender [of pet]: Female
Breed/Species [of pet]: Feline : Wild Cat
Personality [of pet]: Brier is very hyper and curious, but she usually thinks before she does something. She likes to make friends.
Background/History [of pet]:
When Brier was little, she always liked to chase insects. Now she still loves to.
She also really loved her mothers bracelet, wich she always borrowed, but someday she lost it. She still feels really guilty about it. She thinks it`s her fault. She used to wear a necklace with a golden camera on the end: A gift from her father. But her father turned evil, and one day, while she was at the pond where she usually looks into the bright water, she threw in in there, trying to lose her memories of him. But now, every day, when she looks into the pond, she still sees it, and cries silent but painful tears. Her best friend is a bird, but her family hates the bird, so they can`t meet most of the time.

Use [for pet]: Character
Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
Art : None D:
Likes : Insects, books
Dislikes : Bullies, people who want to be right, cheaters, art theft.
Mate : None yet !
Age : 6 in cat years ( Around 17 in human years )
Occupation : None

Pix is awesome!

[ubiquitous]

Username:

.inspiration.

Kennel Number:

105

Name :

Quinn

The name Quinn originates form the Irish surname “O'Quinn” deriving from the Gaelic “O'Cuinn” meaning “descendant of Conn.” The surname originates from “conn” meaning “wisdom,” “counsel,” “reason” or “intelligence.” Additionally, Quinn originates as a surname deriving from the Old English “cwen” meaning “queen.”

Quinn HATES her name with passion. I mean really? Her name means reason queen? Hey, well, she is pretty good at excuses . . .

Gender :

Female

Breed/Species :

Andalusian Horse {Equine}

Age:



Body Type/ details:

- Quinn is tall for her age, 5'9 in anthro form.
- She's a skinny girl, weighing only 90 pounds and having almost no curves
- Her eyes are the most electrifying green, one of the only things she likes about herself
- She has a quite raged haircut, uneven almost everywhere, but it makes her unique

Personality :

WIP

Useless info about her:

Her favourite saying is 'RAWR!' for no known reason
WIP

Background/History :

Yep, high school. You've seen all the movies. It's where you start of as an outsider, with no one liking you, and you sit all alone with your one friend and mope. Then, all of a sudden, the popular kids learn about your awesome talent that you've been hidding for years and all welcome you with open hands. You have an arch enemy, the most popular girl in school and have a major crush on the captain of the football team. And after four years of this, you get the guy, the girl's your best friend, you become famous and we fade to black.

Yep, I watched those movies too. So perfect and simple, like everything would be done for you and all you had to do was be there.

Want a high school like that? Well you better leave now.

Welcome to real life.

Use :

WIP

Other :

WIP


Pix is awesome!

[Wesley]

Just another Jungle Book Story....



Username:
wesleydog

Kennel Number:
Kennel 50

Name [of pet]:
Pecan

Gender [of pet]:
Male ♂

Breed/Species [of pet]:
Siberian Tiger

Personality [of pet]:
WIP

Background/History [of pet]:

Pecan looked up at his master. He supressed a low, fierce growl. He never thought that it would come to this.
---

Pecan pranced along, catching butterflies, doing as he must do, to keep himself trained on thought. He batted at a wing, though missed severely, and the butterfly dashed away. His eyes widened, and he backed up. What a mistake. This world was so different, so much better than the world from which he had come. He could never have imagined more of a paradise for a cub such as himself, and he knew that his old cave didn't even compare to this. How did he get here? There were many theories on this topic. Some believe that there are loopholes between worlds. One ends up in another's world because there is a need for it. Those who need to go somewhere else often find those holes. Others might think that it was a reader, the special sort of blessed person that you only found in books like Inkheart. Ones that could read things and people out of stories with the tone in their voice. However, both of these theories, were simply wrong.

Use [for pet]:
WIP

Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
WIP

Trick or treat! Smell my feet!

[Shimmerleaf]

Congrats on Sylvi, Soteria. You deserved her.

[oTterBox. :o)]

Definitely going for a character this round.. I'll have to stroll through the kennels and see which one sparks my muse. c:

[Wesley]

Username: wesleydog

Kennel Number:
Kennel 22

Name [of pet]:
Jasper "Haden" All Hallow's Eve

Haden

Haden is a more proper form of the name Hades, the ruler of the under world in greek mythology. Haden is Jasper's "spirit name", given to him by the Seekers, the Halloween spirits who happened to find him; who changed who he really was. Jasper is called Haden by only a few people; mainly the Seekers and the Spooks.

Jasper

Haden's common name is Jasper. It was the name given to him at birth by his mother,

Gender [of pet]:
Male ♂

Breed/Species [of pet]:
Jack Russel Terrier

Personality [of pet]:
"Halloween's my middle name..."

Never was it meant to be quite like this. I never dreamt of this, and certainly I didn't ask for it. A birthday here, a few pranks there, but just because I was born on Halloween and loved the "tricks" more than the "treats", doesn't mean that it had to actually matter. Except that it did. How did I turn out like this? How did they find me?

;;Scary;;

I looked into the mirror, placing it to the left so that I could see behind my shoulder without looking back. Good. No one would notice me. Sheet over me, I saw someone coming. I knew that now would be my chance. I jumped out, knocking them off of their feet. Boo.

;;Spirited;;

I ran in circles, trying to catch the spirit I'd seen. I knew that it was impossible to catch a ghost, or anything in general that came out to get you, but I ran as fast as I can, the wind razor-sharp on my thinly-covered skin. I felt as if I could run forever, as if I could never run out of energy.

;;Full of second winds;;

I stood up and shook myself off. Ah, so much better. My leg hurt, though, when I stood, and I couldn't put much weight on it. Involuntarily, I fell back over. But this time, when I tried to stand again, there was a certain wind that came over me. I got back up, and ran. This was my opportunity. My chance to find out what this was all about. I could not lose it.

;;Curious;;

I sniffed at the strange puddle of oozing green liquid. What was it? I wimpered as my nose touched it, because it left off such a great foul odor that my nose and eyes had begun to burn. Was it intoxicating? But it looked so interesting! I couldn't take my eyes off of it, or make myself back away.

Background/History [of pet]:
(Please notice, Dusty! made up the ideas of the first paragraph {including the wet woman, the statue, and partially the bouquets. I came up with the Seekers, Spooks, glass roses, withered pansies, and changed the voice that Bird had originally to the sound of a flute, soft and slow.}. I have reworded it entirely, have her permission to use the ideas, and added to it.)

"A Woman Out of a Well"

Jasper put one foot in front of the other, ambulating on. Hesitantly, he placed his paw in the muck-covered ground, damp and dirty as a marsh or swamp. He jerked back as he felt the nasty sludge ooze through his paws. He grimaced and closed his eyes, walking onward. He looked around the mausoleum, his eyes scanning the different head stones with names, inscriptions, and designs. One in particular caught his eyes, and he plodded over as best he could through the muck, trying not to think about it. The statue was of a beautiful woman, clothed in draping clothing. She looked like she must have been from the Greek times, but he decided to keep his thoughts to himself. Her arms were up, and it seemed as if the top half of her body formed a perfect W. In her left hand, her fist was clenched around a bouquet of glass-blown roses, symbolizing life forever. They blew slightly around in her fingers, and it was obvious that the concrete hadn't dried them completely into her hand. The constant clang, clang and tink, tink bothered Jasper as he walked on. Alas, he reached the right hand. This hand held withered pansies, the grip on them not at all tight. As he stood there, gazing up into her hand, a pansy slid out of her fist, and fell on the ground. He nervously took two steps back as it landed at his feet, soundless. He listened to the wind whistling, but was able to pick up the sound of a different whistle; the sound that only a flute could make. It played slowly and softly, the key it played in was high, and had no set rhythm to it. Confused, Jasper turned around. He was face to face with a Seeker. He looked back to where the statue was standing, but couldn't see a thing. A swift fog came up, thick with consistency. He looked back at the woman, her curly locks ringed, but her clothes soaked to the skin. "Haden," she whispered, her hair flying into her eyes and lips with the wind that had caused all misfortune. She shivered from loss of heat, but Jasper shivered with fright. "Your time has come," said the woman, just before time stopped.

~~~

Jasper, awestruck, looked around him. Everything that had been in motion had stopped. The large, creepy clock that was about to strike twelve midnight was stopped in its tracks. The blustery day had fallen still, and there was not the slightest blow of wind that he could feel. All was silent, and the woman seemed to have left, leaving dripping foot prints behind her bare feet. Was he expected to follow her? And even more importantly, should he? Of course he was curious, and perhaps his time really had come, but for what? And who in the world was Haden? Why did she call him that? His name was Jasper, as it always had been. He shook his small head, producing the only noise of the night. No, she had to have found the wrong canine. He was no Haden, and his time certainly hadn't come for anything. Little did he know that later he'd meet this woman and her kind again, and then would he call them the Seekers. Jasper padded back to his house, unsure of anything, especially why he had even gone to the graveyard in the first place. His plodding feet made a loud noise on the ground as he walked, and he looked down at his paws, ignoring everything around him. Sometime while he was looking down must have been when time had restored itself, because by the next time he looked up, there were a few cars traveling lazily on the side street near the little place he called home, and a crumpled paper was tumbling around in the street. He sighed, convincing himself it was some sort of crazy day dream, or perhaps he had been sleepwalking. Whatever the explanation was to it, it would never be enough to quench his overwhelming thirst of curiousity. Knowing this with every step, he threw himself on the ground and closed his eyes, savoring every little wink of sleep. He was so exhausted that he must have become dillusional.

~~~

"The Clock Strikes 12.. Again"

A tad over a year had passed since Jasper had made his escape from the scary, wet woman with the clingy clothes on. He was sitting down on his normal resting spot, a comfortable lumpy mount that was made of beaten down downy couch pillows and a few pieces of straw that he'd taken from a barn. It was very comfortable, though at the same time itchy with the addition of straw. Because of this, at around 12:58, Jasper's eyes flicked open. He was restless, and a piece of straw had stuck into his back, causing him to stir and come awake again. He watched the large clock on the tower near his hide out carefully as he sat there. Desperately, he needed something to entertain himself with. When it was 12:59, supposed to turn 1 o'clock, the clock struck 12 again. For a flash of a second, Jasper saw a face. It was pale white and ghostly, scary in every way with the pale ghostly complexion. The hair, a woman's hair, and face as well, was long and flowing, and even a darker white than her skin color. Her eyes were a glazed over blue, the sort of pale white-blue that a blind person's eyes might have, or an evil ruler that thought himself to be better than he was. Jasper looked up at her, startled. They had come to haunt him.

Use [for pet]:
It's very surprising to me, but when I look at my canines, I noticed a few things. First off, I own only wolves, and not a single dog. And second, I have no natural canine designs. But when I saw Haden and his unique ridge-backed mark, I knew he was perfect for me. I love how he looks, even at only a first glance, and I've really been wanting a Jack Russel character for some time now. I had to go for him. Something about him, perhaps the gear/razor shape on the back, seemed to scream Halloween. I had inspiration for a story, and a growing love and passion for him. I'd like to use him for a character, find him a mate, buy him art, spoil him, give him his own page, and just plain ADORE him.

Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
I've been such a procrastinator on this form. >.> If I do win him, though, I appreciate it, and I promise to finish his personality and story some time. 8D

Trick or treat! Smell my feet!

[parfom]

Wesleydog Y U Stealin characters with your awesome writing ?