Tough as Nails Adoption (Closed for renovations!)

[Yamanaka Shin]

I would like to adopt!

Number: 2
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Name: Kreeth
Species: Smili

Personality: She can be the quiet, brooding type most of the time. Enjoys her personal space but doesn't snap if it's intruded upon. Being away from it all appeals to her, as it allows her time to relax. Though, she loves hanging around Cubs, as they can be so entertaining. And they allow her to share her wisdom. Kreeth is a laid-back younger Smili about 4 years old and isn't worried about much. Hunting is life to her. Chasing down then killing her prey with one hard slam from high up is the most thrilling sensation, in her thoughts. Nothing like being natural and doing as her kind does. Kreeth cannot stand populated society and keeps away from it all. She believes that all things should stay true to nature and go undisturbed. That's the way things are meant to be. Everything bad you do must have a reason. She cannot stand senseless killing, violence, and actions.

Likes: Solitude, running alongside rushing rivers, the thrill of The Chase/Hunt, the moment wen she is just about to make a kill, being up high, gazing at the moon during an eclipse, stargazing, cubs, the feel of her prey's blood on her muzzle, washing off her muzzle in the river after a meal, water in general, cooler temperatures, birch trees, and watching Wolves hunt.

Dislikes: Populated society, morons, not being able to hunt, droughts, forest fires, missing her target, being away from the river, injuring but not killing her prey, the "concrete jungle," creatures acting in a non-natural way, knowing that other animals get hunted senselessly, and all things done without a reason.

Background: Kreeth stopped alongside the water's edge and perked her ears up. Something was coming her way, and fast. She couldn't afford to sit and wait for it just in case it was her next meal. The Smili was starving after having just woken up an hour ago. So she had gone out on her early morning gallavant in order to find some breakfast. No luck yet, but this might be her chance. Her posture relaxed a little and she breathed out deeply. Had to be calm in order to focus on the chase. Hopefully, watever this was wasn't too smart or too fast.

Suddenly, something caught her field of vision. It was a bounding Jackrabbit heading straight for her. Behind it, ran a yound Fox with its heart set on catcjing the fleeing Bunny. Kreeth cursed with a low growl under her breath. This meal was taken so why bother? She contemplated it for a second then came up with a plan. The Rabbit darted in front of her and she fell in alongside the scampering todd Fox. It looked at her with a questioning expression and she just showed her teeth back to it in a passive manner.

It was time to close the gap between herself & the Fox and the running Jackrabbit. Then, she pulled ahead of her companion and jumped up onto a nearby boulder. She flung herself high into the air above her prey item and slammed down upon its back with an enormous thudding sound. Some blood flew through the air and a few drops landed on her face. She licked them off and stepped away from her fresh kill. The Fox stepped up next to her and raised his hackles. But Kreeth never showed any sign of agression towards the todd. So the Fox cautiously approached the kill and sniffed at it. Assuming it was safe, he began to feast. Kreeth swiveled to the opposite side and sank her teeth into the dead Rabbit as well. The rush of the fresh blood in her mouth was welcome. She reveled in it.

This was a rare sight to see. A Fox sharing its meal with another creature besides a Crow or Raven. But he didn't seem to mind, as long as Kreeth didn't steal any from him. Kreeth as well was fine with it as long as the todd kept his distance. Why fight over food wen you only have this one bit as a sure thing? Why quarrel and be forced to go track down something else? It only made sense to share and then go their seperate ways. Animals were constantly competing for the same resources so it wasn't uncommon that these situations sometimes arose.

After the bulk of the meat was finished, Kreeth stepped back from her kill and stretched her body out. It felt damn good to be able to move after minutes of feasting while standing still. She loved to keep limber so nothing would inhibit her running ability in the future. Her companion looked up from his eating session and gazed at Kreeth's agile form. This Rabbit was nearly eaten-out so he too backed off from it. If the scavengers wanted to pick at it now, they could. The Fox had never encountered a critter quite like Kreeth before. So darkly-colored and agile in appearance. Plus, watching her come down on the Jackrabbit was a feat he thoroughly enjoyed.

In her native system of growls and other various noises, Kreeth spoke to the Fox. "Thank you for your assistance. The Rabbit was very nurishing. I hope to come across you again sometime." she gave him a smirk-like facial gesture then turned her body and bounded off. The Fox stood there for a second, pondering, then leaped off back to his own burrow as well.

Kreeth's den was luckily located right along the river. It was a huge hollowed-out tree that had fallen years ago. This little place suited her needs just fine. She sat on the river's edge, dipping her muzzle in to clean it off. Next, she slipped in her front paws. The blood that was left on them dissapted the moment they hit the refreshing liquid. Kreeth stood up on all four legs and slowly walked into the shallow bank and felt the cold water rushing around her legs and through her toes. It only went up to just above her paws where she was standing. If she went into the middle, it would reach her nose and she could swim.

She didn't want to miss out on the wonderful sensation of swimming, seeing as how the river was abnormally high. With all the rain lately and the snow melt, the water was deeper than usual. The highest point usually only reached just below her neck. Couldn't do much with it at that height. So she stepped farther in and felt the water engulf her body. Oh, how wonderous it felt! Now, her feet couldn't completely touch bottom so she began doggy paddling in a small circle.

A pair of eyes was watching Kreeth swim from a few yards on shore. It was the Fox, gazing at the Smili from behind an old tree.



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[Cirque]

I would like to adopt!

Number: 2
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Name: Micha
Species: Smili
Personality: Micha enjoys being able to be the leader of the pack, her likes being the alpha male and will fight other smilis to earn the top position. However, he can be very sensitive and he can't stand to lose any of his friends of family. He also extremely intelligent, but he relies on his strenth and physical abilities instead of his high thinking level. Micha is very strong-headed and determined, which is what makes him such a good fighter. When he sets his mind to something, he usually follows through with it. And he can not sit still, he always likes to move around, well, except for when he is sleeping.
Likes: Micha likes being the alpha male and the head of the pack. He also enjoys traveling at sunset and at night instead of daytime because he can easily blend into the night sky because of his fur color.
Dislikes:
Background:

EDITING...

[frogpaws]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 15
Picture:
Name: Xane (pronounced like Zane/Zain)
Species: German Shepherd mutt
Personality: Xane is a mysterious pup who usually stays quiet and away from the world. He's really quite sweet and loves friends, but everyone seems to be scared of him. When he's upset the markings on his fur light up bright red. When he's sad they light up blue, and so on. His only friends are a stuffed bear named Honey and a little fuzzy caterpillar named Bip. He tries his hardest to make friends with other dogs, but they all get scared and scamper away. Xane is very protective of his "friends" and despite them not being able to do most anything, would sacrifice his life for the little ones.
Likes: Xane is very picky about food, so he can't really say what his favorite food is, but he likes caterpillars, music, William Shakespeare, Poems, Musicals, and most of all Nature.
Dislikes: Abuse (to plants, animals, people, etc.), Rap music, the computer, cats, and really annoying bugs like Grasshoppers and Cicadas.
Background: A long time ago a little puppy was born. He was born not from the small planet earth, but from the moon. His parents were stars and the markings on his fur represent them. When humans started to come to the moon, the little pup had to make an escape. But he had to pay a price. He would lose his memory of his time on the moon, of his parents, and anything else. From star to star hejumped until he finally hit the soft grass on earth. The markings on his fur began to glow signaling his memory was being erased. "Where am I?" He groaned feeling like he'd just woken up. He traveled that lonely planet for many days hoping to find shelter. A family with a Mom, Dad, and a brother and sister found him in an alleyway and brought him to their house to live. They named him Xane. But he would soon have to leave. His goal was to find a way to return back to the moon, he just didn't realize it yet because of the memory swipe. Xane would live on and on looking the same all the time, while the family grew old and died off. It was sad to think about it, but Xane knew it was time to go. So one night he snuck out and run away, never returning to the little family of 4 ever again. Was this his fate? To live on the streets forever and ever without food or water? It didn't matter though. He couldn't die. He was practically a star himself. Sometimes he wanted to, but no matter what he did, Xane could NEVER die. You'd think it would be awesome if you never died, but watching the world die before you isn't pleasent. The saying "Tomorrow is a new day" was out of the question. Tomorrow was the same day. Well, for Xane. He saw puppies and other dogs all around him starving and eating out of garbage cans. He had to feel bad for them. He couldn't do anything to help. So from then on Xane lived his life in that lonely forgotten world. He would stay there until the gods of hell burned it like a fire pit on a cold night. Crack it in half as easily as a small chip. That time wasn't near. But for Xane, it was...
Now for Xane's point of view:
Earth is so boring...I wish I could go back to the moon where my parents are. Then again, I probably wouldn't recognize them. They're stars after all. The thing is, is that the humans are taking it over. Soon all the planets in our universe will be taken over by those bald pink creatures. Is there no way that animals could rule at least one planet? My mother has always told me that one day the humans will all die off and we can live in peace. But it seems like that time is far off. I can't see any ending to them yet. Fate has brought me to this desolate planet, and fate will lead me back home when it's time. Until that time comes I'm stuck on earth with all the animals and people who will all die soon enough. I just hope my wonderful home isnt destroyed by the time I return. My markings haven't changed color in a long time. Maybe it's a sign. I still wonder whatever happened to all the other creatures that lived on the moon with us. They had been born from stars too. Maybe I'm not the only creature on this planet who will live on for eternity...

[Atwood]

Am I aloud to bump this or...?

Since you posted the form before the adoptions were up, it's fine to repost/quote it to bring it up into the rest of the group, since I usually only check for forms back to the point that the donations were put up and could easily have missed your form otherwise. :3 It won't need to be bumped again of course, since now it's in with the others, but it's perfectly alright for you to have done so in that situation.

[Irbis]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 3
Picture:

Name: Sheridan [meaning wild one]
Species:smili
Personality: very graceful and careful, beneath that, he is strong and brave
Likes:other smilis, hunting in places where he can camouflage easily with his special patterned fur, exploring, climbing trees
Dislikes:snow where he is clearly visible but his thick fur protects him from the cold, water as in swimming which is hard for him as the fur pulls him down, rain and no cover
Background (Optional, but it gives you a better shot. 2500 words maximum, 100 words minimum. We value quality over quantity, you can have five pages and still say absolutely nothing.)




Sheridon was always a very smart kit, being born white with barely visible spots , he was quite different from the rest of the litter. Soon after being born, their mother was forced to leave them to become a Tribe leader and their father soon joined her, hey have not seen them since then. Sometimes Sheridon thought she did not care about them but she always said she loved them and her departure was hard for him to bear.

A slim shadow moved silently through the early morning forest. The dew sparkled on the tips of the grass stem and a single bird call sounded not far away, it was answered by another and another and soon the forest was filled with bird song. Meanwhile, the shape now visible was a smili, still young but with a great spirit. He moved without a rustle, his paws barely touching the earth. A mouse darted infront of him, he caught it with a swipe of his paw and then finished it off with a bite to the neck, that would not be enough for one smili and his sisters were still to feed. He was the only male in the litter and he was the eldest of them.
After catching some more prey, he returned to their cave
"Sheridan!" his sisters called "you're back!"
They gathered around the newly caught prey and atrted eating, Abigail, the youngest of them was very shy and careful and she preffered to keep to herself which was the complete opposite of her sister,Brie who was extremelly energetic and restless. After eating, Abigail and Brie lay down warming themselves in the sun. Sheridan decided to have a walk in the forest to stretch his muscles. As he padded through the trees, he caught an unfamiliar smell of another smili but before he knew it, he felt claws rake his side and he turned around to see a smili hurtling on him, he dodged easily and pinned him to the ground. He looked much younger than Sheridan himself but very ferocious
"what do you think you're doing attacking someone twice your size?" Sheridan laughed as the smili struggled to get free "what is your name?"
"that's none of your buisseness" he snarled "let go!"
"you look thin" Sheridan observed " come with me"
When they reached their cave, Abigail and Brie ran up and looked curiously at the newcomer
"who's that?" Brie asked "why is he here, it's our territory!"
"Don't be so hard on him" Abigail soothed "look how exhausted he is. My name is Abigail, who are you?" she asked him
To Sherdan's surprised he answered calmly "Ace"
"you must be hungry" Sheridan said and led him to the fresh-kill
After a good meal, they all lay down in the sunshine
"where do you live?" Abigail asked Ace
"I come from a tribe, the Lakota Tibe, we are prairie dwellers" he said "and its about time I get going"
"no, don't go" Abigail said, Sheridan wondered why she would want him to stay
"I have too" he said, Abigail looked crestfallen "you know what?" he continued "you can come with me!"
"you really mean it?" she exclaimed "but how about Sheridan and Brie?"
"yes, what about us?" Sheridan asked "and I never said you can go"
"you can all come" Ace said "My tribe will welcome you"

Two days have passed since Ace arrived and now they were all heading to his Tribe. Sheridan watched Abigail walking next to Ace, their fur touching Ace wondered if it was more than friendship between them. Sheridan halted to a stop as a wide stretch of grass opened between them, he could just make out shapes moving in the center, smilis! and a lot of them. They headed to the camp, Sheridan was amazed by the Tribe from the first second he saw them; there were dens in rock clefts and cracks, tents made out of branches and sticks and there was a pool of clear water in the center. The other smilis watched them curiously while Ace lead them to the leader's den. It was made out of palm leaves and decorated with all kinds of flowers, inside the floor was lined with soft moss and seashells. Sheridan wondered wher they could have forund them, then he saw the leader. A massive black and white smili with Tribal markings, he looked likle he could step right on you and would not notice
"welcome" he sounded much more welcoming than he looked "The stars showed me that you will come"
"stars?" Sheridon echoed in bewilderement
"the leader reads the future from the stars" Ace quickly explained
"My name is Astin" he continued "you are welcome to stay with us and learn our ways"
"th-thank you" Sheridon bowed his head "we really appreciate your kindness"

Sheridon was now getting used to living with the Tribe, they have been living there for about a week now, learning and living its ways. Sheridon walked out of the den which he shared with his sisters and three other smilis, he breathed in the cool evening air. Suddenly, his eye caught the shape of a smili, a female lapping water from the pool. Her fur was the color of autumn leaves and a star-like shape rested on her forehead. His legs carried him to her and soon he was standing next to her, breathing in her sweet scent. Her voice was smooth and sweet and it filled Sheridan's ears
"My name is Anita"
"Anita. Means grace" Sheridon murmured "I am Sheridon, the wild one"
She smiled gingerely and Sheridon felt his cheeks grow hot.
"let's go" she said "the Tribe is waiting"

[Desmond]

Ooooh, I've got competition. xD

I would like to adopt!
Number: 2
Picture:
Name: Arjalinerk [Arja for short]. Origin: Eskimo, "Ash".
Species: Simli (Mountainous forest, High North)

Personality: Cold, calculating, clever and snide. Not the best conversationalist, because the other party's words will be ripped to shreds.

Likes: Snow, small fires to curl up by, ice sculptures, watching others suffer slightly- he isn't that cruel-, turquoise jewelry, and being left well alone.

Dislikes: Deserts/being extremely hot, being outsmarted, any colors besides white, grey and blue, gold or other gaudy jewelry materials, large crowds.

Background: Arja is one of the least- liked in the land. His tendency to twist words right back around so that they put down the other speaker make others never want to visit him, though, his connections beyond the borders make him a necessity to life in the High North. He wasn't always so snide; as a cub, he was an inquisitive little fuzzball that would ask the elders a million and a half questions in one day alone. His heart turned cold one spring when his mother stepped onto thin ice and fell through, freezing to death, and his father turned his back on him for reasons he has yet to find out. He does not seek a mate; he does not believe that anyone could love him. He recognizes the cold, wretched snake he is in society, but does not bother to change it.

In my universe of plotlines, Arja knows of the dark presence invading the land, and seeks to stop it, reluctantly joining with a small band of travelers made up of Aibu, Hatter, and Anubis. Though he finds Aibu's arrogance annoying, Anubis's aversion to grime and dirt exasperating, and Hatter's... madness... well, maddening, the other three might serve as enough distraction for him to take down the deathly unknown, and possibly learn the reasons for his father's betrayal. Until then, he'll be lazily sprawled all over Aibu's broad equine back, snoozing as the quagga carries him closer and closer to darkness and enlightenment.

Mine's short. Ah, well.

[Editing every now and again when I come up with something to add. :3]

[Cottleston]

I would like to adopt!
Number:
6

Picture:


Name:
Ishla

Species:
Smili

Personality:
Fiery, giggly, bubbly. Quite immature, she's the sort of person who likes making crude jokes and laughing at them for hours but could just as easily burst out in giggles because someone said "bottom", or some such thing. She doesn't like to see a person feeling down and will always try to bring up their self- confidence in any way she can. She is a true friend who will stick by you until the end. She is a little vain, but she doesn't consider this to be a fault and others find it amusing.

Likes:
Food, Laughing, being with friends, talking, mirrors (and looking in them)

Dislikes:
Bad hair days, ignorant people, people who don't agree with her, being yelled at (although most often she will yell back)

Background (Optional, but it gives you a better shot. 2500 words maximum, 100 words minimum. We value quality over quantity, you can have five pages and still say absolutely nothing.)

I was born on the wild moorland, where the wind blew the freezing air over the hills from the sea in the in the winter, bringing with it the snow and the ice, and the sun beat down mercilessly upon the unprotected, treeless ground in the summer. There was nothing, for that time, in my life, nothing but endless rolling hills and long, waving grass, and the thorny bushes we would play in when we were young, protected by our thick coats.
It was a hard living. In winter food was very scarce and we often survived only on vegetable matter and the small birds that dared venture out. One particularly cold spring we had to survive by eating frogspawn, once we'd broken the ice on the pools. I will never forget that, I have never eaten anything more foul before or since.
Despite the hardship, this was my home. I had never seen anywhere else, I could not imagine living away from here. It was my place, the place where I was born, the place where I would die.
That's what I thought. How wrong I was.

To start out with I had four siblings. By the time I was three years old, I had only one, my beloved brother Lyche. He was my only sibling, and my only friend. We did everything together. We learned to hunt together. We played on those endless summer afternoons amoung the bushes together. We slept together and ate together. And when it was time for us to roam from our den, we always stayed close to one another. I was always there if he was in trouble, and he was always there for me.

Then, when we were seven years old, he stopped turning up at the meadow where we hunted together. His scent did not appear along the hunting- trails. I did not hear his familiar growls in the bushes.
I became worried. I did not eat or sleep. I dedictated every hour to searching him out. I called for him all night and day. He did not reply.
I found him three days later. It was the dead of winter, and his body was frozen solid, his beautiful golden fur lost under a covering of snow.
He'd fallen from the cliffs and broken his neck on the sharp rocks below. It was all over quickly for him. For me, the pain lasted long. I could not bear to go to the meadow, to hunt along the same secret pathways. I built a mound of stones on top of his body, and ran.

I did not look where I was going. I stumbled down slopes and across rivers, down valleys and through forests. I did not stop for two days.
He was gone. He was gone, and there was nothing left in the world for me. I wanted to plough on into the sea and sink.
But I was not brave enough. I stopped.

I never went back to the moorland. I walked on into the north. I never stayed in one place for long. I could not stand it. I did not want to feel like I belonged again. It only made me weak. Belonging made you attached to a place, to the people in it. If- When- one of them was destroyed, it destroyed you too. I could not stand it again.
I tried to avoid humans, as any wild animal would. But one day, when I was too tired to make my legs move any further, I walked straight ino them.
I didn't really see much of them. Though I hate to admit it, I didn't even notice them. I suppose in the long term it was a good thing they got me. But that part will come later.
It was snowing. I was quite far north, I realise now, colder than I was used to. I don't think I noticed the temperature then.
I was walking up a bleak hillside with nothing to the sides but piles of rocks. There was a single leafless thorny bush, it's branches clogged with snow.

All I heard of the was a bang, then blackness.
When I woke up there was more blackness, and a strange, swaying sensation. The black slowly brightened as I noticed a narrow shaft of light leaking in overhead, though I still could not see far in front of me.
I was in a small, cramped space. It was big enough, just, for me to stand, not large enough to stretch in. It was uncomfortable. I think there was a little straw on the floor, just enough to be annoying and itchy, not enough to be soft to curl up and sleep in.
I'm not sure how long the swaying sensation lasted for. I could not tell, in the darkness, if it was day or night. But quite suddenly, the swaying became a rocking, hard from side to side. It grew steadily worse and worse. After a while of this, there was a sound.
Oh, I shall never forget that sound. A great rending, tearing noise, so massive it made my ears ring. Followed immediately by a rushing sound which grew louder and louder. Pouring, running. It smacked hard into my prison and leaked a little in through the crack.
Water. So, so much water.
Things were tipping, I suddenly realised. My prison was tipping, up and up, and then it tumbled, down, down, down. I couldn't see it, but I could feel it. I could feel when it hit the water and bobbed up again. As it drifted free.
A little while later, I could feel the splintering, grating sensation when it bumped against something hard and the wooden side, weak from the water, gave way. I slipped out into the sea.
All the humans on the ship, as far as I know, were killed, along with the other animals imprisoned as I was. Had the ship not sunk I would be out somewhere in north America, probably, as a pet, or a working animal helping the blind od some such thing. Not that it matters now.
They said it hit the ice. They didn't see it coming. There were a few rivets loose in the hull, and that did it. A shard of ice lodged inside and ripped the ship open.
My people know this because they saw the wreakage, three days later, on a fishing expedition out in their little boats. The sea is so clear here they could see right down to the wreck, they said.

Back to the point:
That's the last I can remember. The next I recall is waking up by the fire with the soft murmur of human voices around me. At first was afraid. I had learned to fear humans, what else was I to do?

But these humans were good. They were kind. They are called the Song Chase, and they live up in the freezing north all year round, quite apart from the rest of the world. Their team of working animals consists mainly of wolves and huskies, but there is one other young Smili called Sae, the last in a line of Smilis bred by these people for generations. He is very kind and understands a little Human talk, which is very useful. He's trying to teach me but it's hard to remember. It all just sounds like gobbledygook to me.
As I lived with them, I learned. Having a place in the world does not make you weak. It makes you strong. It gives you belonging. If you do not have a place, you do not have a self, because your place is part of you. If you do not have one, you must find one, as it is indeed possible, I found out, to find another if one is lost. If you go on without one you become swept away in the endless tide of the world, no-one, with nothing. You are born, you live, and then you die, along with hundreds, thousands, millions of other animals and humans every day.
This is my place.

Note: The background contains references to the Song Chase and my other Smili, Sae. To make it make more sense look at his page, here: viewtopic.php?f=10&t=117830
I'd also like to add that her personality is based on one of my friends, who recently left my school, and who I miss very much. When I saw this Smili I was reminded of her.

[mi ainsel]

YAY she’s up!

I would like to adopt!
Number: 2
Picture: http://i43.tinypic.com/111350z.jpg
Name: Keteira
Nickname: Raven, as she is a black and shadowy as a Raven.
Species: City Smili

Personality:
Keteira is ruthless and cold, but friendly if you know her well.
Because of her job, she’s suspicious, and has a very hot temper.
She often feels guilty.

Guilty
Keteira often feels very guilty about the death of her parents, believing it to be her fault, as she didn’t show herself sooner.
She often wishes that they’d never quarreled.

Ruthless
Keteira has to be ruthless, it’s her job.
As a professional assassin, she spent most of her time trying to not think about her work, but then realized it was easier to be completely merciless than to block that sort of thing out.

Cold
If she doesn’t know someone, she doesn’t want to know them.
She will scorn all advances and thinks nothing of killing people who get in her way. So my advice is, don’t.

Friendly if you know her well.
The few friends she’s known for a long time, such as Kaice and Nova Senovi, she gets on well with, but anyone else just irritates her if they try to be friendly. Maybe it’s because she knew Kaice and Nova Senovi before she became an assassin.

Suspicious
Think about it her way.
You’re an assassin, and you drop your phone or something.
A complete stranger picks it up and hands it to you.
You’re going to be suspicious; did they put a tracking device on it? Did they delete your contacts? Did they read your Memos?
Basically, if you aren’t suspicious, you’re dead, so she has good reason.

Hot tempered
Keteira is possibly the most hot-tempered Smili in Sirena, she blows her fuse at the slightest annoyance, often with deadly results for the annoyer. She can’t stand puffed-up proud Smilis, and even this is enough to make her go mental.


Likes:

Her job
Even though she didn’t like it at first, Keteira has found that she has a real calling for killing, and is often off on missions, something the local Smilis find suspicious.

Violence
There’s something Keteira finds satisfying about violence, maybe it’s just the fact she’s a bit of a Psycho, or maybe it’s because of her love for revenge. Whatever’s the reason, it’s safe to say that Raven LOVES to kill in the most violent way possible.

Revenge
Keteira holds big-time grudges, the biggest towards Fatisha, the Smili who killed her parents. She is a great believer in the saying ‘Revenge is a Dish best served cold,’ and greatly enjoys inflicting this revenge.

Dislikes:

Humans
Ever since her first mission she has hated humans, for both what one tried to do to her, and the fact they burnt her ancestral home down.
A few of her missions have involved killing humans, and apart from killing Fatisha, Raven prefers to kill humans.

Most other City Smilis
None of the city Smilis know that Keteira is really Raven, the most feared assassin in existence, so they all bully her.
It doesn’t bother Keteira, maybe one day, one of those bullies will be her prey, and then they’ll be sorry.

True Smilis [forest]
Even though she is descended from the forest Smilis, Keteira hates them because of their anger at the death of Fatisha, even though they all knew that she was a twisted, evil, murderess. It was stupid really, know they have the most feared assassin in existence after them!

Background:
My name is Keteira and I am not a true Smili.
I was bred to kill, and kill is what I do.
In fact, I’d prefer it if you called me Raven-It is my professional name after all!
But perhaps I should explain, before I totally confuse you.

It all started on a chilly November morning, in a city known by the locals as Sirena.
My parents and a few other Smilis had fled our forest home when it was burned down by the humans, and come to the city.
I was born in Sirena, and was the typical colour of all the city-dwelling Smili-Black, but, unlike them, I had a silver mane, my nicest feature.

One night, when I was 9, I was in my usual spot, a dark alley by the side of a nightclub, scavenging for food, when my parents and a tan Smili with a black mask ran down the alley towards me. “Ketti!” My mother called, “There’s someone I’d like you to meet!”
I looked at the big tan Smili and shivered, she scared me.
“Mama? Why’s she here?” I whimpered.
My father stepped towards me.
“Now listen, Ketti, this woman is going to give you a job, so be nice!” He smiled.
I laid my ears flat on my back and bared my short fangs, I didn’t like the stranger, at all.
My mother gave me a disapproving glare. “Ketti!”
“Don’t call me that!” I muttered under my breath.

All this time, the Tan smili had just stood there watching us, but finally she spoke.
“Hi Ketti, I’m Fahiri!” they said, with a big confident grin.
It was my turn to glare at someone now, and I glared at Fahiri. “My name is Keteira.” I said stiffly, “Not Ketti.”
Fahiri stumbled backwards, and her big smile seemed to falter. “Oh. Hello then, Keteira.”
My father very quickly broke into the conversation.
“Don’t take any notice of Ketti!” He laughed nervously, “She’s just being silly!”
By this time I was very confused as to why everyone was scared of this small Smili.
I looked at Fahiri curiously this time, but I couldn’t see any reasons to be afraid.
My mother saved me the trouble of asking.
“Ketti, Fahiri here has come to train you to be a…an assassin.” She whispered.
“An ASSASSIN?!” I screamed. “NO, NEVER!”
My father licked his lips anxiously.
“Maybe you need some time to think… Fahiri, come back later, ok?”
I growled at Fahiri. “No, scrap that, I’ll come get you if I change my mind.”
Anger flashed across Fahiri’s face, followed by incredulity. “You’re saying no?”
“Yes, I’m saying no.” I snarled, and ran off.

I hid in a dustbin for hours, and often heard my parents coming past and calling my name, but I felt hurt and betrayed, so I refused to answer.
The fifth time they came past, I heard a snarl as well.
“Whatever you are looking for, you shall not search on my territory.” The menacing voice said.
My father spoke next. “A forest Smili! Excuse us; we are looking for our daughter, Keteira. Have you seen a black and silver Smili go past?” He smiled nervously.
“As I said, you shall not search on MY territory.” The voice snarled again.
“I’m terribly sorry,” My mother said, “But we shan’t go home without her.”
The voice chuckled. “Then consider the fact that you may not go home, with her.”
My father seemed to catch on to the true meaning of the voice’s words, but my mother didn’t.
“What do you mean? Is that a threat, forest?” She growled.
My father made a muffled yelping noise. “Shici! Let’s go, Shici!”
The voice merely laughed. “Yes, it is a threat!”
There was a chilling scream, then silence.
I poked my head out of the dustbin.

A few metres away, the forest Smili was sniffing around.
“Here little one, come on cub, I know you’re here!” It growled, then seemed to find my scent. “Ah, in the dustbin are you?”
Not pausing to think, I shot out of the dustbin, claws scrabbling on the smooth metal sides, and sped for home. But not before I’d seen the blood running down the, beige and white, forest Smili’s fangs.
Fresh Blood.

Running down the side streets that led to my home, I wondered where I could go.
Then it hit me, my parents were dead.
I sat down abruptly and shrieked a peculiar song of grief to the moon, then slumped to the floor, exhausted.
That was how Fahiri found me the next morning.

“Keteira?” A voice called. “Keteira, is that you?”
I wanted to say yes, but I couldn’t move.
“Keteira, wake up!” The voice called again.
I slowly opened my eyes to find Fahiri staring at me, her concern reflecting in her eyes.
“Fahiri…” I whispered, tears running down my face. “My mother and father… they’re dead!”
Fahiri jerked backwards in shock. “Shici and Rade? They can’t be!”
I slowly sat up, and looked hard at Fahiri. “They are, and it’s all my fault.”
Fahiri didn’t seem to hear this; she was pacing around the alley, eyes gleaming with anger. “Who did it?” She asked, “Who was it?”
I shook my head to try and clear it. “A forest Smili, beige and white, female.”
Fahiri hissed. “Fatisha.” She hissed.
“You know her?” I asked, confused.
“She’s my sister.” Fahiri answered.
I jumped backwards, but Fahiri only smiled sadly. “Does this mean you’ll accept my job offer?” She asked, eyes glimmering with hope.
I thought about it, it didn’t seem as bad anymore.
“Yes.” I finally answered. “I will become an assassin.”

For many suns I trained, pushing myself to my limits again and again in my battle for complete physical fitness. Every day Fahiri and I would spar, claws and teeth the only weapons. I always lost.
One day, when Fahiri and I were sparring, I found myself able to easily overpower her and throw her to the floor.
Fahiri looked up, wide eyed.
I braced myself for a telling-off, but it never came.
“Keteira, that was amazing.” Fahiri said, with wonder in her voice. “I have no more to teach you.”
I grinned in delight. “I’m trained?” I laughed.
Fahiri smiled back. “One more thing, you need a-hey where’ve you gone?”
I dropped silently out of the shadows, still grinning.
“Forget that.” Fahiri laughed. “You’re Raven!”
What do you mean?” I questioned, frowning.
“Well, you need a professional name, and yours is Raven.” Fahiri explained.
Raven... I thought. It sounded good. I nodded to Fahiri. “I’m Raven.”
Fahiri smiled again. "Yes Raven, you are. Now I've got a mission for you."

I enjoyed my new job.
It was thrilling to drop silently through windows, kill quickly and quietly, and escape again.
In fact, I enjoyed it so much; I began to think I was born to kill, bred to kill.
No longer was I Keteira Shici, the young orphaned City Smili, now I was Raven, the most feared assassin in Sirena.
And I loved this.
Each time I got back to Fahiri’s house, well, box, I’d clean myself off and report back to Fahiri, who was always intrigued about how I got on.

One particular day was very eventful.
I’d just got back from my first human assassination, and my silver mane was dyed black so I could hide better, when a grey Smili came to the door.
"is this the home of Miss Keteira Shici and Ms Fahiri Faji?" He asked.
I shrugged and smiled. "If you're looking for Fahiri Faji, then you've found her, but I don’t know any Keteiras."
The grey Smili snarled. "Will you please get Keteira Shici and Fahiri Faji to come with me."
“O-k…” I said, running upstairs.
At the top of the stairs, Fahiri was standing, looking down at the Smili in the doorway.
“Who’s he?” She whispered
I shrugged again. "Some weirdo looking for you and someone called Keteira Shici." I whispered back.
Fahiri looked worried. “Raven, you are Keteira Shici.”
I frowned. “Am I?”
“Yes!” Fahiri hissed. “Raven’s your professional name!”
“Ah.” My head suddenly cleared and I realised I was. “So, what should we do?”
Now Fahiri shrugged. “Go with him I suppose…”

I brushed the dye out of my mane and we walked down the stairs, towards the Smili.
“Yes?” Fahiri asked.
“Miss Keteira Shici and Ms Fahiri Faji?” He asked again.
“Miss Fahiri Faji, but yes.” Fahiri said, slowly. “Why do you care?”
The Smili grinned in a menacing way. “You’re under arrest, on a charge of murder.”
Fahiri reacted with amazing speed, striking the Smili right in his face and grabbing my paw. “Go Keteira, run!”
We sped out of the house and leapt into the shadows.
Fahiri looked horrified. “Raven, where can we go?”
I didn’t answer, I didn’t know.
Just then, a snarl came from just outside our hiding place.
“Keteira, Miss Faji, out here, now!” Purred the familiar voice.
Fahiri went very still, as did I.
We both knew that voice.
It was Fatisha.
She'd come for us at last.

"Come on Sis!" Fatisha smiled. "Long time no SEE!"
As soon as she said see, she grabbed Fahiri out from our hiding place and threw her to the floor.
"Get away from me, murderer!" Hissed Fahiri.
Fatisha pretended to look hurt, a sickening sight. "That's not very nice, sissy!"
"Neither are you." Retaliated Fahiri.
I felt like cheering, this was such a good comeback.
Fatisha grinned and began pacing.
"You've been very naughty now, haven't you, Faji? Training another Nighthunter without me?"
Fahiri kept her face blank. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Fatisha hissed and all her fur stood on end. "There's no use pretending, Miss Faji, I know you have!"
"Then why did you ask me?" Fahiri yawned.
"Because I wanted to see if I had to do this the easy way, or the hard way." Purred Fatisha

I froze, terrified for my friend.
Fatisha padded over to my hiding place. "Now, now, Miss Shici, come on out."
Fahiri cried out. "Keteira, run!"
I slowly stood up, mane bristling.
"Good girl Miss Shici, now come out here." Fatisha smiled.
I stayed put. "My name is Raven."
A menacing edge crept into Fatisha's voice. "Now look here, Raven, you may be good in Miss Faji's eyes, but you are nothing compared to me."
This really angered me, and I could feel all my carefully hidden frustration and anger slowly building.
"Oh, really?" I hissed. "See, I don't particularly think you're good."
Fatisha hissed back, "You'll pay, cub!"
She sprang at me, claws outstretched.

Nearly laughing, I skipped to one side and ran up the wall behind me.
"Curse you, cub!" Fatisha growled as she hit the wall. "Come down and fight me properly!"
"Ok." I nodded, and dropped onto Fatisha's back. "This proper enough?"
Fatisha roared in anger. "Get OFF me you... you... infant!"
While I struggled with Fatisha, I noticed Fahiri slinking away into the shadows, then turning.
No! I mouthed, This is MY fight, run!
Fahiri nodded and ran.
Meanwhile, Fatisha thought she had found a way to dislodge me.
Running at a wall at high speed, Fatisha aimed to turn at the last minute, and slam me into the wall.
"Oh no you don't!" I snarled, tensing my muscles.
Fatisha ran straight at the wall, and I waited.
Ten seconds... Nine... Eight... Seven... Six... Five... Four... Three... Two... One... NOW!
I leapt upwards, propelling myself with my back paws while still clinging onto Fatisha fur with my claws.
The jump was well timed; it took me high, dragging Fatisha along with it.
As we began to plummet back down, I scrabbled at the wall with my front paws, and then found a handhold.
As I heaved myself up, gravity tried to make Fatisha fall, and slammed her into the wall.
I was aiming to pull her up as well, but the shock of my back legs hitting the wall caused me to let go.
I watched, powerless to help, as Fatisha fell towards the ground, lashing out at anything in range.
Just before she hit the ground, she looked up, and focused on me.
"Damn you, Raven, I'll get you!" She roared.
I smiled at her. "Somehow, I don't think you will."
Fatisha hit the ground with a sickening thunk and snap, but I wanted to make sure she was dead, so I climbed down.
I did look like she was dead, but since my training, I've noticed more, so it was easy to spot the rise and fall of her chest.
"Tough luck, Fatisha." I murmured, "Looks like you aren't the best after all."
I leant forward and sunk my fangs into her throat, tasting the blood as it flowed over my fangs.
Now she was dead.
Running my tongue over my blood covered fangs; I smiled, then skipped off after Fahiri.


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I would like to adopt!
Number: 2
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Name: Zakir
Species: Smili
Personality:
Zakir is quite a calm Smili. He spends most of his time alone, away from others of his species and away from others of any species really. His calmness comes from the fact that when he was younger he almost killed another Smili after losing his temper. After that he spent a year alone trying to calm down. It took exactly 11 months before he felt he was calm enough to re-join others but even so he stays alone.
If you can convince Zakir to come out of his shell then you will find that underneath everything he is actually very cheerful and cheeky. He is great at making jokes even about himself. When he is happy he can convince even the bitterest Smili to smile but it is very rare that you will see this side of him. Most of his pack mates have never seen him happy, but they have seen him angry and all agree that they never want to see it again.
Likes:
Water, if you are looking for Zakir then heading to water is your best bet. Something about the way water moves entrances him and you can find him staring at it for hours at a time unmoving and silent. He can swim rather well, but his weight and long fur make it harder for him then for some animals. Instead he lays in the shallows of the water and allows it to sweep around him, when he closes his eyes he feels like he is floating.
Tree’s, yes Zakir likes trees. He likes being up high almost as much as he likes being in the water. His favorite time of year is autumn because when he is up a tree all the leaves fall around him allowing him to see anything and everything. Unfortunately it is hard for him to find a tree that can hold his weight.
Dislikes:
Crowds, crowding is his worst fear. Being enclosed with many other animals or anything really scares him and makes him panic. He spends time away from the pack for this exact same reason because it is quite large.
Heat, there are many reasons Zakir dislikes heat but mainly it’s because in the heat his favorite stream dries up leaving him with no-where to lie. Another reason is that because of the colour of his fur he cannot stay cool very well.
Background:
Zakir was a pack born Smili so he grew up around lots of others of his species. His father was a well known, well respected pack member and his mother was a beautiful female that many males were in love with. He hated it, he hated the attention his parents got, the attention he got and most of all the way the others treated him. At an early age he started wandering, getting as far from the pack as he could risk. A few times he was followed unknown to him. But on those occasions he never went as far as usual luckily enough.
A few years later, when he was around 10 he went wandering again but this time he caught his follower and lost his temper. In his fury he almost killed the other Smili and was disgusted by himself, so disgusted that he took the other Smili back to the pack and then ran. Due to his size he tired easily but he managed to run to a large river, he stopped and lay by the river and slept for 9 hours. When he awoke he realised he would have to take the blame for what he had done, but he was worried, worried that it would happen again. Worried that he couldn’t control himself. So he didn’t return, he spent a year by the river hunting only when he needed to. For 11 months he stayed by the river, he watched the calm water and learned from it, he talked to other animals and got there help until finally he thought he could control himself. The day after he made his choice he walked back to the pack only to find the whole pack was mourning. His father was dead, he had been killed. Zakir felt his anger bubbling over but managed to suppress his anger and find out what happened, it was revealed his father had been looking for him and had been attacked, no one knew what had attacked him and some of the pack even blamed Zakir. So now Zakir plans to clear his name, and find his fathers killer. All without losing his temper.

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