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[Zoker]

Username:
Zoker

Kennel Number:
180

Name [of pet]:
"My name is Honovi;it means 'strong deer' in Native American Hopi."

Gender [of pet]:
"I am female."

Breed/Species [of pet]:
"A mare."

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Personality [of pet]:
"I used to have a family once;a place where I belonged;people I loved.But now I wander alone,lost and beaten up,under the mocking glare of the Moon Goddess.She looks down upon me as if saying,'Ah.Novi,how good it is to see you alive!Didn't think you would make it!"....Coyote used to tell me that the Moon Goddess knew everything.Then I didn't believe him,of course....but now I see the truth in his words.You cannot hide from the Moon Goddess;she watches over us every night...except for,of course, 'the night of no moon'.

Before that horrible night,I was a free soul;wandering the vast meadows,dancing like a deer,racing with the wind.I was a wild mare,bound by no ropes and fearing nothing!How I used to laugh at the feel the cool howling wind washing over my face!The lush green meadows with shy daisies popping out,the rich blue sky carrying soft puffy clouds in its arms,the shrill call of the eagle as it cut through the wind,the red cliffs looming up in the horizon - this was my land.My home;my paradise.The land where the wild horses ran free like the nature spirits,the land where strong Indian warriors with their brown and crinkled skins rode and hunted with pride.The land where the sun glared down upon the earth each morning and the moon haunted us each night...

I walked with elegance and confidence,my each step graceful,for my father was the leader of my wild herd.He used to be a great horse,feared by the guilty but loved by all!No one challenged him,but he had a kind heart.I greatly admired him and so did my mother.At least that's what I heard.My mother died while giving birth to me...Father's eyes would fill up with sadness,his hard voice would become almost a regretting whisper when he talked about my mother.I knew he loved her too much and I know he asks me not to blame myself for my mother's death,but how can I not?

When I wasn't racing with the wind,I maintained a calm,powerful and proud nature.Once Coyote said that my posture gave out a strong aura filled with power that could frighten anyone.It was true,of course,I could make other horses,around me,feel uneasy just by my meer presence and eye contact.I was naive and stubborn,I met any challenge head on.This,of course,got me into trouble many times.I never gave up,even if it meant galloping through fire.Yes,I was reckless,but it just increased the respect the others had for me in their hearts.I was dearly loved and respected,like my father. My strong heart was set to lead my herd,to follow my father's footsteps and step up to my rightful place.

But I had the heart of a puppy.I was mischievous and playful,I never had a low day.Always pulling others legs and playing not-too-harsh pranks.My laughter was innocent,my heart filled with love for my parents,my wild herd,Coyote and for his people.My love for those dear to me,had conquered my fear;so I never backed down from protecting them in times of their danger.If I ever fell,I learnt my lesson,just shook my mane and stood up again,re-gaining my speed and confident smile in a matter of seconds.No one could beat my optimism and enthusiasm.....until that horrible night,of course.

But now I walk along like a ghost,with no purpose and direction.I haven't recovered from the shock yet,so often I doze off into good memories of those wonderful times.....My head bowed,I trudge along like a snail.I have nothing left..except only my good memories.My once strong and bold frame,now droop and have no strength left in it.I have lost my beauty,my power,my confidence,my happiness...everything....every damn thing I ever valued.Nothing can heal the hole inside me.Its a permanent damage.I am a queen who has lost her kingdom.Shame and guilt washes over me and drown me in their dark depths.I feel like I am choking,suffocating,dying...Yet I am in my land.The lush green grass and shy daisies are still around me,the rich blue sky and puffy clouds still hover over my head,the eagles still cries as it rules over the sky,the red cliffs still loom in the horizon.But it seems so lonely now,so haunting and scary without my dear ones.As if,like the Moon Goddess,my dear homeland has become a stranger and mocks me too....."

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Background/History [of pet]:
"My father used to say that a horse is as good as dead if it looses its spirit and freedom.He would laugh at me,his charmingly kind eyes filled with pride, and tell me,"Ah Novi!You remember me of your mother so much!"And just as he would say that,a dark shadow would set across his face and would turn and walk away,returning only after a few hours,pretending nothing had happened.

When I used to be a foal,he would take me to the great cliffs and looming in the horizon and play with me.We used to have so much fun.I cannot ever forget those times I spend with him,galloping through the red soil of the cliff under the blue skies and feel the wind laughing as I raced and raced till my skinny legs would hurt.

I remember the day I met Coyote for the first time.My father had warned about the two-legged Indians who looked so alike that you couldn't even tell one apart from the other.He said they were great hunters and would hunt in packs like wolves.They didn't have teeth or claws or hooves or beaks so they made weapons form sharp longs and carving stone.They hunted young and strong horses and sat over our backs and trained us to carry them around.Father said they robbed us of our freedom and made them like their filthy and pitiful dogs.....I was a filly then,barely a teen.Father had started allowing me to wander alone.It was a summer afternoon,the sun beat down upon us and the grass swayed lazily in the breeze.My mane flew as I trotted up the hill,leaving my herd grazing down below.I had spotted a patch of fresh all grass and was eagerly making my way for it.Suddenly as I reached the top,I has a queer feeling that something was watching me.My father had told me that this queer feeling was called 'instinct' and should never be ignored.I pretended to be innocent and concentrated eating my grass,but inside my heart was bumping against my chest loudly.And eerie silence had fallen upon the place like a curse,a silence that was wrong;a silence that only meant one thing.....a predator.Panic started to build upon me as I warily turned my head towards the blueberry bushes over to my right.My eyeballs rolled like crazy and nostrils flared as I noticed a patch brown skin behind the blueberry bush.Suddenly it rustled and I cautiously inched forwards towards the other side of the hill.As I increased my pace and started to go down the wrong side of the hill,the rustling grew louder and louder.Then all of a sudden with a shrill battle cry,a brown flash of something raced down upon me.I neighed and broke into a run but the brown thing was faster and it easily caught up with me.Then,without a warning,i felt his warm hands on my body as he leaped up my back settled himself behind my shoulders.I leaped and cried and kicked and even stood up on my two legs as it clung on to my mane and inched closer to my neck.then I felt his warm breath on my neck,the warmth of his body against the back of my neck and his arms gently go around my neck.And suddenly,he bought his lips closer to my eras and whispered soothing stuff in a calm voice although I could hear fear in his voice.He told me that it would be easier for both of us,if I just calmed down and so we could talk.Surprisingly I understood his language and gradually obeyed what he asked from me.I slowed down to a trot and neighed furiously,letting him know not to mess with me.In return,he stroked my neck and thanked me.

As I stopped and stood still,he climbed down and stood facing me but hung to my mane.I eyed the two legged with contempt,my eyes burning with a stubborn fire.He was shorter than me, his head barely reaching my back.He was skinny,but had strong arms.His skin was a rich brown and his eyes were large and black,he had long black straight hair that was braided into two little braids with a few looses strands falling over his face.I had seen Indians before and by what my father has taught me,this one looked like barely around 12;he had the same feature-high cheekbones,full lips,broad forehead...except this one had large eyes.He wore dirty faded yellow trousers and grass-woven slippers.He also had two large eagle feathers braided into the left side his head and a large bead necklace with a eagle necklace.Wrapped at the side of his trouser was a dagger and he had a arrows and a bow slung across his shoulder."I am Coyote;the son of Heyets ,the Chief of the East-River Tribe.You are my first catch,"the boy said grinning foolishly,"and you are gonna be my first horse.I shall name you Honovi meaning 'strong deer'."I glared my eyes and stamped my left leg,pawing the ground,showing my disagreement at what he had said.As I snorted furiously,I expected him to run away.Instead he burst out laughing and offered me an apple.

This is how Coyote and I met.He didn't capture me and take me to his tribe,but he still called me 'his mare'.At first,other horses looked at me like I was a freak,my father too got furious.But I remembered the innocence and kindness in the boy's eyes and so I let him ride me and call me 'his mare'.Soon we became good friend and I grew fond of him and his visits.I started enjoying the way other horses looked at me.The awe and fear in their eyes filled me with a deep satisfaction and soon I began to look forward to Coyote's company!He kinda grew on my father too;Coyote would ride me far,and as I would race with the wind he would throw back his arms and laugh.He would tell me stories and legends of his tribe and how I eagerly I would listen to him.We understood each other perfectly and I was content.

But nothing remains the same forever!My perfect little world soon fell apart since that night.It started as a normal day.I had visited the cliffs with Coyote and then had spent the afternoon lazily grazing grass.As evening came,I went with Coyote to accompany him to the place where his tribe was living.We went in a peaceful silence,as the setting sun's last rays painted the sky a beautiful orange-pink color with clouds which looked woven form the finest of golden silk threads.The grass trickled my strong tall legs as the swayed in the cool breeze,each stalk highlighted with golden streaks.As we neared his tribe's camp,he got down and stroked my neck lovingly.I snorted and shoved my head into his arms.He laughed softly then whispered to me,"You are the best horse in the whole world!And I am so lucky to have as my friend,Novi!"I nuzzled his palm gently....Then as he walked back to his tribe,I lazily made my way back to my herd.The sky had now turned a golden-purple color and already the Moon Goddess was peeking from behind the clouds.The little stars,that always followed the Moon Goddess were already in the places shinning brightly as they bade farewell to the Sun.

I reached the place where my herd had been earlier in the day,but to my surprise,there was no one there.The place lay empty,not a soul at sight,not a noise to be heard.I looked at the horizon puzzled;the sun had fully set now.And eerie silence had settled over the place now,even the crickets were silent.The breeze had died down as if it was too afraid to even continue in its path.I sniffed the air.Nothing.No scent.No trace of my herd or what could have happened to them.Panic started to get a hold over me;my instincts were screaming at me to run.But I stood my ground.Then suddenly a few feet away I noticed something. Cautiously I made my way to the place.What i saw made no sense to me.Two parallel tracks of some big animal started out of nowhere and disappeared in the horizon.But what surprised me the most was the fact that this animal seemed to drag itself along instead of walking.I didn't know any animal that would do that .Moreover,the grass over which the animal walked was trampled and damaged.A sudden fear and dread started to build up inside me.Where was my herd?Where they ok?What animal had made such tracks?All these question whirled through mind till I suddenly felt dizzy.Then suddenly I made up my mind.I will go and bring Coyote and asked him about it.

I ran as fast as I never had.But as I reached Coyote's camp,I found out what animal had made those tracks.They were huge,huger than anything I had every seen.Their eyes glowed and was set very low upon their giant heads.they had short round things for legs.And out of a dozens of two leggers were pouring out with long thin,grey log-like things.These two leggers were white with golden hair and wrapped weird skins around their bodies.They spoke in an alien language.A full riot was going down in the Coyote's camp.Women and children ran,crying with panic.The foreign two leggers were snatching children and locking them inside their huge animals.The tribesmen fought bravely with their knives and arrows but the other two leggers pointed their log like things and made a loud sound with them.Tow minutes later,blood poured from the tribesmen and with a painful shout they dropped dead.I could only stare horrified.My feet refused to move.Suddenly I saw a small figure burst out of a tent and with a battle cry he attacked a foreign two leggier from behind and chopped his head off.My chest filled with pride as I recognized the figure as Coyote.Then all of a sudden I saw a two legger point his log like weapon at Coyote's turned back.My mind went blank.All I could think then that Coyote was in danger.My Coyote.Time seemed to slow down.Then with a loud neigh that pierced the sky and turned eyes towards me,I rose on hind legs,kicked my front legs in the hair and zoomed down the hill.Coyote turned ad saw me.First there was surprise in his face and then his face lit up with joy.He started to run towards me with a grin of his goofy face,I heard a horribly familiar sound.I was only a few feet away form him,when he froze in his tracks.All the noises faded in the background;the only thing I heard was the short gasp of Coyote as his eyes got bigger and his open mouth lay frozen.He fell down paralyzed,and then with a last effort he looked up at me.I reached him and nudged him softly, whining sadly.My heart was crying for I had never known such grief.His soft brown eyes stared up at my eyes with love and melancholy.Tears trickled down his boyish face as he reached up his hand and weakly stroked my leg softly,his touch as light as moth's wing."Novi,I am sorry,"he croaked and then his eyes closed and his head rolled back.

After that I remember trying to pick up his young body and carry it somewhere peaceful and safe so he could rest in peace.But then I remember hearing that sound again and then feeling a sharp pain in my leg.It hurt so bad and I felt so weak,so very weak that I passed out.The last thing I remember seeing was my best friend,Coyote's face.His eyes were closed but his face looked peaceful and there was a kind smile that danced on his face.It reminded me of our first meeting.I smiled a last smile at my friend and my eyes blacked out.

I remember waking up feeling dazed and bitter.around me there were only ashes and remains of Coyote's camp.Coyote and the others were gone.I knew that my herd had shared a similar fate.Miserably,I tried to get up but fell down again as a horrible pain spread through my leg.For days i lay there,in that exact spot. Thirst,hunger and pain tortured at me.After what seemed like years but was only 7 moons after,I managed to get up.A small round thing fell out of my leg.I looked at it but then walked away form that place,leaving that hell behind me.I once used to be a queen of my land,now I am just a lost ghost.....Just a ghost as the Moon Goddess stares at me mockingly.

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Use [for pet]:
As I was scrolling down the kennels looking for an equine charrie,I spotted her.My first thought was 'So beautiful!'I looked ta her long flowing mane and it reminded of the Disney movies, Spirit.Recently I have reading a lot of Native american stories and she just struck me a s a wild free horse.I really don't have a single horse charrie so I think I would really love her to be my first horse charrie since I have been searching for one for a long time!

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Likes
"I am a free mare.So I love racing and galloping under a clear sky in the vast green fields.I enjoy the feel of the wind whipping my face and tugging at my mane.It heaven for me.
On lazy afternoons I used to love grazing the tender young grass that grows by the river as Coyote used to fish with his spear.
I loved listening to coyote's crazy stories of is tribe as I returned him home each evening.
I loved bathing in the river during summer with Coyote and then taking a nap under the cool shade of a tree.
I loved galloping and visiting the cliffs with mu father was a foal."

Dislikes
"I hate those foreign two leggers!And their weapons and the sounds they make!They took my coyote and my family and my herd from me.they robbed me of my dear one and left me broken,like a tiny raft rocking in the middle of a stormy sea.
I dislike the Moon Goddess cause she brings the night with her and the night brings back horrible memories that I want to forget.Memories that always leave me weeping and broken.
But most of all,I hate myself for failing my loved ones."

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Favorite Color
"Sky blue and light green"

Favorite Season
"Spring,of course."

Mate
"I still haven't found a horse who has caught my eye."
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[alphanea]

Username:windfarmer
Kennel Number:60
Name :Clara-Strike
Gender :Female--Male
Breed/Species:Artic Fox-European Red Fox
Personality:
Clara: she is Soft and good to everyone, she likes haveing more friends. He is very Protective and Loves her Familly and Mate
Strike:He is Protective. But he has a wild Spirit. And Loves To Travel, but his love to Clara Makes Him Stay with her
Background/History :Strike's History: I Was a Fox That Lives His Life Free, Running around, Chaseing Birds and Hunting For only Myself, Untill that day... i was sleeping in a log, i Smell something burning and when i step outside i saw The Forset is on fire, i Start Running as fast as possible, some other animals where Running away too but they were not Fats as me, i kept running untill i heard Something Louder Than the animals Screaming, Hummans... They had Shiny Gun in Their Hands, Shooting animlas With feathery Sharp thiings (That i never saw before), and Loading the animals to Some Cages. One of them saw me, i wanted to run but i couldnt do that, my Body was frozen with fear and they shot me, the last thing im remembering From That Night Was that...
i opend my eyes and looked around, i was in a verry strange place, I'm i Dead? No, Of Corse. i had no idea That plae called, But than i remembered that one of my friends told me about Some Place Called '' Wild animal Center'' Or Something like that i cant Remember. a Female Humman See That im Wake, She sayed: ''Aww You Sweet Thing, You are awake already? you are such a brave Fella'' She grabed me, Lift me up. i Wanted to bit her at the first second but i feel that she wants to help me and let her do her work. She Put me On a Taable like thing, and looked at my Left Front paw, She Aplied a Bandage on it and She Carried Me To another room. She Put me into a Cage And Gave me a little Food, there whare more animals in there, a Raccoon where sitting in the next Cage. And i see her She Was in the Cage Thats in the Right, She Was Lieing Down and Crying Siletly...Clara's History:''it Was a Chilly Spring day, But Spring is a dengerous season for us, Since the Snow and ice starts to melt down. i was looking for food, like all the animals. the Cool breeze went through my hair, i Notticed a Week Scent in that, finnaly i had found my Self some food. I Fallowed The Scent track, and found a skinny Rabbit, Well that was better than nothing

WIP
Use : i will use Them as a Charies, i promise Not Let them gather dust. il probably make Them Have Pups soon
Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
Art:[img][IMG]http://i1186.photobucket.com/albums/z377/copycat123_WI/windfarmer2.gif[/img][/img]WIP i shall Color them as one of my kitties
Likes:
Clara:Pups, The Color Pink, Sweets, love...
Strike:Freedome,Colors; Black and Orange, Punk and Emo Things...
Age:22 in Human years -25 in Humman Years

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I M Doing some Research For Artic Foxes and European Foxes

European Foxes

The red fox (Vulpes vulpes) is the largest of the true foxes, as well as being the most geographically spread member of the Carnivora, being distributed across the entire northern hemisphere from the Arctic Circle to North Africa, Central America and Asia. Its range has increased alongside human expansion, having been introduced to Australia, where it is considered harmful to native mammal and bird populations. Because of these factors, it is listed as Least Concern for extinction by the IUCN. It is listed among the "world's 100 worst invasive species".
The red fox originated from smaller-sized ancestors from Eurasia during the Middle Villafranchian period, and colonised North America shortly after the Wisconsian glaciation. Among the true foxes, the red fox represents a more progressive form in the direction of carnivory. Apart from its large size, the red fox is distinguished from other fox species by its ability to adapt quickly to new environments and, unlike most of its cousins, is not listed as Endangered anywhere. Despite its name, the species often produces individuals with abnormal colourings, including albinos and melanists. Forty-five subspecies are currently recognised, which are divided into two categories: the large northern foxes, and the small, primitive southern foxes of Asia and the Middle East.
Red foxes are social animals, whose groups are led by a mated pair which monopolises breeding. Subordinates within a group are typically the young of the mated pair, who remain with their parents to assist in caring for new kits. The species primarily feeds on small rodents, though it may also target leporids, game birds, reptiles, invertebrates and young ungulates. Fruit and vegetable matter is also eaten on occasion.Although the red fox tends to displace or even kill its smaller cousins, it is nonetheless vulnerable to attack from larger predators such as wolves, coyotes, golden jackals and medium and large felines.
The species has a long history of association with humans, having been extensively hunted as a pest and furbearer for centuries, as well as being prominently represented in human folklore and mythology. Because of its widespread distribution and large population, the red fox is one of the most important furbearing animals harvested for the fur trade.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_fox

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[Prince of Awesome]

Username:~CG & HT~ (Im HT)
Kennel Number:201
Name [of pet]:Buru
Gender [of pet]:Female
Breed/Species [of pet]:Puma
Personality [of pet]:Calm, quiet, understanding, and friendly, Buru can be a good friend or a bad friend, it all counts on the impression you make when you first meet her. But she'll always try her best to keep away from having enemies.
Background/History [of pet]:
When I was just a small cub I was very popular, all of the other cubs in the range of my home knew who I was. That was because I was the only one to have such an appearance as I do. my littermates looked up to me, because I was the oldest, and always the first to try something new. But one day, a wildfire struck my homeland. As always I was the first to escape, running as far away from the flames as I could. I could feel the ashes littering my pelt, and the flames nip at my heels as I ran. The only thing keeping the flame from burning down the whole forest was a group of yellowpelts, with their red beasts and strange gold-headed serpents.

Once the fire had stopped, I realised I was alone. I panicked, and ran back towards the flame-scarred landscape, eyes darting back and forth, searching for any sign of my blood family, when I caught a glimpse of blue. Immediately, I ran towards the source of the color, tripping over something "Mother?" I said, leaping to my paws and turning around. It wasnt her. I stood for a few seconds, staring at the figure before I turned and ran off. Tripping uncountable times as I escaped the horror. I ran so far, the stars waking up, odd scents finding their way to me. Curiosly, I walked towards a large red den, it was littered with yellow sticks, and there were large animals, I had never seen. But I had no energy to explore, and made a temporary nest out of the dry yellow twigs.

I left the next morning, feeling cold, I pulled a flat, thin pelt from the wall, and tied it around my neck, which took me forever to get tied. And I remembered, I had wings, though I had no practice, I mimicked the birds, and waved my wings, then decided I should just walk. I headed off towards the hills to the west, seeing snow in the distance, Id never experienced snow, but mother had told me about it. She said the animals met there after fires, so maybe, everyone would be heading there too. Hopefully. So I headed into the hills with high hopes and low expectations.

Use [for pet]: I will cherish her, and she will be my very first feline character!! <3
Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
Art:

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(They will not gather dust as I only have 2 chars of my own, so they will not be forgotten! I promise)
If I win her, this will be an ongoing story

[Lavapony]

added art to my form.

[Solanum]

added art to my form.

You don't need to tell us ^^
We'll see everything when we collect up forms for the CD c:

[Lavapony]

added art to my form.

You don't need to tell us ^^
We'll see everything when we collect up forms for the CD c:

ok, thatnk for letting me kmow C:

[Offended Cockatiel]

Username: Aysan1
Kennel Number: 216
Name [of pet]: Spades
Gender [of pet]: Male
Breed/Species [of pet]:
Feline
~Going into more detail soon
Personality [of pet]:
Spades is a tricky kitty, ready to gamble at times to get something he wants.
But he's also got that cute factor going on.
Spades knows what he wants and that isn't to say that he isn't prepared to do whatever to get it, he knows he's got the right stuff to do it one way or another, using wit or talent, but it's best when he doesn't have to do anything because that way then he can show it's just that easy for him to win over something.
He's got that cute factor, and the face of adoration isn't hard to swat your way when you want something done for you, when Spades gets an idea of his own it's deviose, no matter what it isn't easy to let him go of it. It's near impossible actually, and when somethings challenging him and his status you'll see how ready he really is to fight back.
But he has that street cat ruggedness and likes to argue with facts with other, likes to chalenge whatever has been proven, show that nothing is to really be a hindrince.
Though that doesn't mean he is always happy, as much as always prepared for a chalenge eather in a flick or time spent, let's just say he isn't going down without someone smiles at his privaliance.
Background/History [of pet]:
Little tuffed tail held high he waved it in the air, strutting along to his hum on the busy street roads. A tapping beat fallowed like the clack of metal shoes. His head raised to hear the singing of sweet voices near by. "Bah.. hssssh... cat's don't like music like that! Do'it like this!" The small little thing hopped onto the basin like this, outward and soft, tapping it's tiny circular paws against it's top. Untill the noise echo'd through the night.

Old man sitting beside me. Why do you not sleep in the nights?
Why do you only play to the night?

"Euuuuui!" He yelped, hopping back, his small yellow body hitting the ground in the darkness. "H-hello?" A thing scurried past him slowly and Spades hissed loudly, swatting at it pointlessly, digging his claws in and making traps for it with each paw abbiding it's way untill it just stood there, small whiskery nose tuttering. A mouse. "A message from the emporers son." He cocked his head, stiffling a frown. An emporer? The only high up Spades knew of was the King. King of Spades. "Please come to the Rose Garden. At 12'o clock midnight." The voice was in the distance somehwhere, and as Spades listened the mouse scuttered away from his grip. A soft hiss escaping his tight mouth.

"An emporer, eh?" he spoke only to himself in the darkness, gonig back underneath the tree he had layed under a moment again. In the distance the mouse scuttering away still...
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A small kit glanced towards the towers catiosly, a plum purple like color his eyes, fur golden like a stars, with smears of what seamed to be blood and snow. That's what they said he apeared like, a ghost child that padded through the grass of an old town, and old town rebuilt with new people. So naturally it was expected that they would be atleast a little frightened. But the lengths they went to was almost funny. Aspiecly for a small stray kitten who just liked to be mischeviose and play a little fools game. Now back to the present, the towers held whom was said to be a princess, well the one on the right did, and the one on the left held a prince, a big tower shadowing bouth little ones was said to hold most of the royal family, all of the elder ones with well respected words.

He pondered wich tower to go for, wich one would be best away from rain. His tail always started twitching like this when rain was going to come. What he didn't notice was a small tower behind the big one. Well, not untill now he didn't notice. The small cat made his way with dainty, firm steps towards that smaller tower, not knowing why he felt better about it. A connection to his heart maybe, to draw it so close... ?

The tower was large, white and dark, the sun didn't shine much on it, considering how it was shadowed by the other three towers. Almost like a tree below the others. Trying to grasp at sunlight. Maybe why there were no plants near the tower, yet the other three we intangled in twine of wines. The day was silent as he travled, then somethingshook thorugh the air, a blood curdling scream, wich got the young one running, though suprsingly towards the noise.. not away as most.

Then another scream. Not much of a place to feel safe by in most matter of oppinion, but he did somehow, even with the chilling aura to fallow. And of course... another scream.







Use [for pet]:
Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
Voice; 3:02
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7U8XW-Oh ... re=related Listen to the little Devil- Beasel
Has a french/odd-ish accent.. "This is worthless, doing it like it is.." He says it "the-ss is worthlee-iss, doin'i' like id isss.."
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WIP..

[Offended Cockatiel]

Username: Aysan1
Kennel Number: 201
Name [of pet]: Roku
Gender [of pet]: Male
Breed/Species [of pet]:
Puma
Personality [of pet]: eue Wes.. you'll need to wait.. hee
Roku is seriose, calm and quiet.
A leader, who knows everthing, he can make you win no matter the odds. But the sides he's on, the morals, the striking thoughts in his mind confuse him. Cold, calm, seriose, silent yet with such a voice.
He's strategic, swift, deluding and can come up with brillian thoughts, idea's that seam so foriegn to the mind, to even the smartest.
He is ready to suprise, some how filling in the holes of opposits. Quiet with a loud voice, thoughfull yet on such a border line premisis, strict yet with the gentlest of touches, smart yet with the stupidist of tempts... but that's what makes him what he is..
Background/History [of pet]:

~{ When we see life }

"The one with a voice..."

I'm still here

Why my life captured something in itself like a stricken bird, i don't know. But I feel like i'm fallowing a path, a psychopath's better than no path after all. But I don't know.. I don't know, what kind of path this may be. I guess i'll have to take one step after another, small steps leading to big possiblitys... ?


"Roku." The voice was cold in the wind as the one speaking shivered. "Terry.." the voice heistaited, going harder, as if questioning in an interigation. "What are you doing here?" Terry glaced over. "It's cold, I thought you'd be cold. Would you like somthing?" He knew when Roku stepped out here that he was in deep thought. "No, Terry." Terry stepped foreward, beside Roku's firm form. "But Roku, it's cold out he-" he was stopped by the loud voice, filled with a growl. "I said NO!" Terry didn't say anything after that, shacking in the cold and staring down from the roof they were perched on. But he didn't go in. "Terry.. " He didn't look up, even when Roku lifted his head with his tail under Terrys chin.

"It's fine." Terrys voice shook in the wind, as if it was part of the gails that swirved and howled in the dimniss of evening, come night fall. "No, Terry," he started off firm voiced. A sigh escaping his mouth. "No, Terry." Repeated, now voice softer. "It's not fine, I didn't mean it like that. Nevermind that no. Terry. Come here." Terry stepped closer again, paws making a soft brushing sound against the roofs hard surface. His head under Roku's. "I think i've forgotten how fragile you are." Roku chuckled, voice warming, as if he was finally relaxing in the company of his friend, his companion. "You don't seam to even know it. Of course you are my loyalist friend, you've come with me since the begening, you fallow my words, and even when I snap off at you like that.. you still stay beside me." Terry smiled, nuzzling into his chest for a moment, just a moment.

"Well, isn't it to be expected?" Roku's soft ears quivered. He smiled warmly at Terry. "It is, but many don't see it in that way." His tail curled around his younger companion. "You're very loyal though Terry, thruthfully, how long you've stayed with me, since the begening, when we were only roaming for a meaning." He nudged Terry softly, affectionatly. "We havn't found that meaning, have we?" Terry seamed half hearted, and you could see his revultion in bringing down Roku's words, but his words had to be said. "You know, i'm not sure Terry." The sun was already down, slipping behind the greenery of hills and hard matted buildings in the distance. Casting shadows behind them, wind always changing the shadows, making the fur over them wave carelessly as the last of the suns rays warmed them, there fronts the most.

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...Of force and care..

Back to resistence-

The night was young. Soft slips of noise being made as paw pads brushed over the soft, flooring. Everything seamed dirtied by time except the young body that prowled the room couragiosly. Then a whisper was herd in the distance and Roku slipped into hiding like a shadow. That's how you should be or die when in this job. But as the whisper got louder Roku sighed at the stumbling figure in the distance. Not much of night vision as he had. "Roku," the whispers countinued. Roku smirked at the quivering figure getting closer my the minute. "Boo." His breath filtered against the others ears and Terry jumped back so far you'd think he was made for distance. Roku stiffled soft snickers. "What are you doing here, you idiot." Terry grimanced. "Well i'm sorry for comming out here to help you!"

Roku grinned. "Help?" His voice exageraited, one eyebrow raised. Terry brushed off the dust. "Yes. Help." His teeth clenched as he tried to emphasized his wording without sounding grudging. He failed. "Great work at doing that." Roku hissed, stepping into the shadows. Terry tried to not let his eyes go wide as they did when Roku always miracuiosly fell into the shadows as if he was never there. A part of the darkness. Before Terry could even get a word out he spoke again. "Who sent you?" Then Terry's frown became obviose. "Who sent you?" Roku scrutinized, making Terry shiver uneasly.

"No one Roku." Roku grimanced, taking a moment before stepping out of the shadows. "What's wrong with you Terry." Terry shivered more, head hung. "I-i'll go." He turned around, swiftly making his way for the door, steps swift, yet stiff as if something was pulling him down and down. Was something wrong? He knew that he had a duty, but Roku had to know. He stepped infront of Terry and tried to met his gaze, but Terry made that near impossible. "Wh-what." His breath came shacky, as if he was holding his emotions back. "What's up." Terry's eyes finally met his, gaze of innocence and sadness, head finally raising. Tears were streaked into Terrys large black eyes. "Terry." Roku breathed his name out softly. But Terrys gaze didn't falter, eyes shacking.

"Terry." He said again. Terry didn't care anymore. "Did you know?! I herd them talking about releasing me, how you'd be better if you didn't have a friend like me!" He dodged around Roku, speeding for the door and that's whena light thumping filled the room. Roku gasped and looked back, gaze chalenged. "Terry." He grabbed Terry by the scruff, speeding towards the closest window and forcing it open, so hard the hinge got stuck. They were in a 5 story building, but only on the secoundth level. What was that about cats always landing on their feet now? Roku landed gracefully, Terrys fluff in his maw, and laying Terry over his back he smiled warmly, a sad expreton over his face when he nuzzled his face into Terrys shoulder. He had known, but he wasn't happy about it. But... this, now he knew for sure, if they let Terry go, he was going too.

Terry made soft gasping breathes, sob breathes, but he seamed to have fainted from his general fear of heights, probably, but Roku didn't mind, he just kept on smiling at his little partner, walking through the lot. Let them get angry at im for failing this one job. Who cares? He knew what Terry was cabable of, but they didn't. But he'd make them learn. A soft whisper made him jump, but he blushed at himself nervously when he realised who it was. The one laying softly on his back. "Roku." The voice whispered. "Stay with me." His tounngue swiftly licked Terrys eyes. "Haha.. always bud.. " It wasn't the moment nor the time, but it never seamed to be for these two. And so they made it that way.








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Caoimhe\ca(oi)-mhe, caoim-he\ as a girl's name is pronounced KEE-va, KWEE-va. It is of Irish and Gaelic origin, and the meaning of Caoimhe is "gentle, beautiful, precious". From "caomh".

Adina \a-di-na\ as a girl's name is pronounced AH-dee-nah. It is of Hebrew origin, and the meaning of Adina is "noble, gentle, delicate". Also possibly "longing".


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Tough, strong and so not gentle unlike her parents hoped and named her for. She never really stays were she is supposed to. she is very curious and adventurous which gets her into lot's of trouble. She is also known for being a little hot headed at times. She always gets in trouble for doing things like running off and showing up with a few scars two days later.

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