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[.kestral]

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[Fake Diamond]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 7
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Name: Shadow
Species: Gray Wolf
Personality: Shadow is a dark character, he dosent like to be around loads of animals/people. he likes to be alone and any creture that gets in his way he will probobly kill. most of the time he spents in a deep cave sitting alone thinking, he isnt really that evil he was a pretty loving wolf before he got attacked by his father and nearly got killed and deep down he is still the kind little wolf that needs to be loved
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[Brisa]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 4
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Name: Dusty (wich means full of dust or valiant warrior )
Species: Smili
Personality: She is highly intelligent and very mischevous with people who had hurt her feeelings in the past, she is highly curious and independient, she never ask anyone for an opinion, no matter how wrong she is. She thinks of friendship and love as a way of entertainment, she feels resentment for her parents, for insisting her to be happy with a common simple life. She wish she had exotic strange markings to make her look wild, but in the inside she is a kind, solitare smili
Likes: The dawns on winter, letting her fur blend with the snow, hunting, looking at a starry night, being alone, superiority, express herself, having revenge from others who hurted her
Dislikes:Being the center of atention, Bullied or limited, Summer
Background:The cream smili came out of her cave, she had moved from her parents house some weeks ago, and still feel strange, she left her town because she hated the idea of having a common life, starting at the point that she never was a common cub, she remebered the other cubs with cool leopard, cheetah, and the like markings laughing at her pale skin, she was considered a freak in her own town and wanted to escape from it. In her first mating season, she was alone, hearing her parents cry and try to defend their biggest daughter. She wanted to explore the world, now she was free, she wanted to go to the north vulcano and maybe to that south town, she thought it was named pompeii?...But something interrupted her thinking, she saw something move across the hill. Growling, the cream smili came down to see what was that, but what she discovered was something very different from what she imagined, it was a clan of no more than 8 beautiful smilis, some of them with very exotic markings, but some of them markingless, like her!. She couldnt stop looking at them, until one spoke, this one was black with beautiful white markings
-Do you want to come with us? -he asked, and before she could say a word she was walking behind them, moving ahead to a future full of adventures and exploring...
CHAPTER 1
Time passed pleasantly in the small smili pack, to Dusty her old life seemed far away from now, she enjoyed her time with the pack a lot, and learned a lot of things about the pacific clan, like wich bugs had poison and how to cure a wound with herbs, she learned how to climb trees every time better and how to hunt without being seen. The travel to a town far in the east was long and harsh with the wild winter winds and the cold long nights, but finally they arrived. It was worth the effort, the beautiful colorful houses were very detailed and different from the gray plain houses from her natal land. She was amazed. Later that day she went with Caroline, a beautiful tanned smili with grey spots to a small shop full of small amulets and colorful stones.
-Here you can buy something to give you good luck- she said excited
-Good luck?..how? -asked Dusty confused, she never heard about anything similar to it
-Well, They just help good things to happen..I guess -she seemed confused too, so Dusty went to another part of the shop, there were some strange things, but one specially caught her atention, it was a silver artefact with some golden pieces that seemed to be the gears of the machine.
That night all camped outside the small town in a big field, the other ones bought some beautiful and strange objects, wich were very beautiful and exotic. Definitely coming to that fair was a very good experience, she tried to remember how she imagined the town by the ohers descriptions, but then remembered something more, how they old her that she was able o join them, she had been very happy. After a few weeks they would sail on another adventure, exploring a lake, at south. It was sad to think about leaving that place, so beautiful, But she reminded the clan´s objective: Travel around the regions, sharing their knowledge and learning as much as they could of life and nature. It was a good life, she guessed, at least better than what she ever had, and maybe some day, she could have her own clan, she could rule and teach to other smilis... even become famous!. But it wouldnt be done by just thinking of it, and after that long day the young smili fell asleep before she could notice it...
CHAPTER 2
Dusty woke up earlier than she normally did, but for her surprise everyone was already awake and packing to go to the lake, everyone seemed very happy and cheerful. Dusty was very confused, why did they want to go to a lake in the middle of the winter? it was very strange, but Dusty decided to ignore it and to focus in following her pack. They stopped in some smaller towns to rest some days, and Dusty loved to watch the starry nights until dawn. Life seemed perfect. At some point in the third week the small pack arrived to the lake, Dusty now understood her old question, the lake reflected the mountains and the frozen trees making it look amazing!, she was stunned by the view, at night small groups of fireflies flew over the lake, making it look even more beautiful. The night didnt seemed so cold as in past days, and that -thought Dusty-seemed very strange. They explored the lake and all the importants towns near it, its was amazing how many different cultures lived near each other. It was time to leave when spring started, Dusty was happy to finally have less snow, she loved winter but it was difficult and exhausting to walk big distances when you had your foot traped by a large layer of snow...
At the other day
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The concept of a marking here is a bit different, it means patterns that are based on other animals, also this is the beggining of her story, it will have more chapters, and since its not a very good story I made the pictures to show I really have interest, its just that I cant write very well x.x
A last note: I am not going to be present since today (wednesday) I am so sorry of not being able to complete the story (family vacation x3) just to let you know

[Hazel XIII]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 5
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Name:Trodaire -Irish for "Fighter"
Species: Smili
Personality: He has a fiery spirit, and his peers respect him for that. Few can match his skill and daring; he shows little fear, and will not hesitate to attack those stronger than him, although he prefers not to. He is fearless and bold and makes up for his size in courage; few enemies care to tangle with him due to this. He is Intelligent-looking, alert, and watchful. He is surprisingly compassionate, but tends not to show it, and can be very playful and feisty at times. He protects his loved ones fiercely, and will fight to the death to protect them if it comes to that.
Likes: Quiet, waterfalls, fall, family, romance, friendship, and loyalty. He also enjoys being alone when he has to think or make a serious decision.
Dislikes: Other who portray themselves to be something they are not, liars, backstabbers, fighting. He especially hates being abandoned.
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It was my first hunt with my tribe and we were going after a large herd of deer. My tribe and I had not eaten in several moons. Our stomachs hungered for just a bit of meat, anything to stop the pain that we had felt for so long. We were at the ready.
My father turned to me and smiled, “This is your test of adulthood, Trodaire. If you successfully take down a deer, the Spirits will be pleased.”
I turned to my father and saw the pride in his eyes. I wanted so badly to be an adult. I had survived 14 winters, which all but one of my siblings had failed to do. I had only one other sibling that had survived that long, my brother. He had gone out on a hunt alone, and had never returned. My mother had suffered and had fallen ill and perished. I missed her dearly, as I did my brother.
My father turned to the other hunters, one of which was also 14 winters old. He was also trying to achieve adulthood. He was my friend, Gretu. “Attention please! We are to ONLY assist the young ones in the kill. Understand?”
“Yes, Ceannaire.”
The elder hunters began their advance on the herd, staying hidden in the trees. Gretu and I were to wait until they had two animals cornered, than we were to come in for the kill. I had already chosen the animal I wished to kill. He was a huge buck, obviously the leader of the herd.
As soon as I saw my father give the signal to attack, I heard a strange whooshing sound, and a deer fell to its knees, dead. My father pulled back, frightened. Soon after the first deer fell, three others were brought to their knees, dead, including the large buck I had picked out. All the hunters began to run, including my father.
But I did not run. I stayed behind to see what had beaten me to my adulthood.
“What are you doing, Trodaire?” Gretu asked.
“I want to see what killed that buck,” I said, fear obvious in my voice.
“Whatever it was, it’s probably going to come back for it. Leave it, Trodaire. Your father couldn’t take it if you died, too.”
He knew that would work; his smug grin gave him away. But he was right; I couldn’t do that to my father. I got up to go home, but this time, it was Gretu who stopped to watch the dead deer. I turned to see strange new animals, studying the carcasses. They looked strange, and were much different than any animal I had ever encountered. They were slim things, but not like they were starving. They were lanky, and stood on two feet, like a bird, but they had no hair or feather accept on the top of their heads. Their legs and arms were long and gangly.
They knelt beside the dead deer, tearing off large chunks. They had all but cleaned the bones of two of the deer of meat when stood and left, arms heaped with meat.
Gretu and I waited until we were sure they would not come back, than emerged from the trees.
“Get one of the deer, I’ll get the other. We can take them back to the tribe, and claim our adulthood status,” Gretu said, but I wasn’t listening.
I was kneeling by the carcass of the buck, which had not been stripped of meat. Next to it lay a long stick with a pointy tip. It was an odd looking thing, not like anything I had ever come upon, on a tree or other wise. It was a slim, long stick that would bend without breaking. It had a sharp head made of deer antler. It was sharp and light, easy to carry in my jaws.
“What are you looking at?” Gretu asked, walking over to me. “Those weird looking things could come back any minute for the rest of their meat. We don’t want them to see us taking it.”
“Alright, I’m coming,” I hollered at him. “But I’m bringing their stick thing with me. Maybe I can make one like it.”
“Okay, whatever, let’s go!”
I picked up the buck by his hind feet, jabbing the stick into its neck for safe keeping. Gretu was already disappearing into the forest. I jogged forward to catch up with him. I couldn’t wait to show my father what I had found.
*~*~*~*
My father was pleased with our success with the deer. Even though we hadn’t killed the deer, he thought that the Spirits were so pleased with our courage that they had left the carcasses for us to bring back for meat. Gretu and I both gained our adulthood.
Along with our adulthood, we also gained mates. We were to choose our mates from a select group of females. Gretu choose his mate first. He chose Zimacha, a girl he had always admired. He sang his song to her, and she walked nonchalantly after him. When it was my turn to choose, the girls immediately perked up. They knew whoever I chose would be the most powerful female in the tribe. I was the chief’s son, which would make me chief one day.
I looked all of them over, but I knew who I wanted when I left for the hunt. Her name was Ailleacht. She and I had been friends since childhood and had made a pact to get married when I reached adulthood. She was a winter younger than me, but neither of us cared. I sang to her as I took her tail and gently pulled her from the line of girls. The others looked at their feet, sad that they had not been chosen as the future chief’s wife. Ailleacht smiled broadly at me, as we followed Gretu and Zimacha to the wedding ceremony.
*~*~*~*
Ailleacht and I sighed, content. Hopefully, we would soon have a cub of our own. As Ailleacht fell asleep beside me, I looked to the strange creature’s stick propped against the wall.
Are those strange creatures a danger to us? I thought. If they could kill deer that swiftly, I wondered, how much of a chance I had against them.
Footsteps brought me out of my thoughts. “Trodaire, you up?” Gretu asked.
“Yea. Why?”
“I was just thinking about those weird looking animals. You know the ones that killed the deer?”
“Yea, I was thinking about them too.”
“Well, I was wondering, what if they come looking for us because we took their meat.”
“I don’t know what would happen, Gretu. I really couldn’t tell you. But one thing is for sure, I will make sure that Ailleacht is safe.”
“I will do the same for Zimacha. I don’t want her to get hurt because of me.”
“Me niether, Gretu.”
*~*~*~*
It was two seasons after my adulthood ceremony and wedding, and Gretu and I were about to set off to help Ailleacht and Zimacha find suitable burrows for young. I had made two of the odd looking stick things, which worked well in killing deer. My father was proud of me.
We had just come back from a hunt and were eating the meat when the strange creatures arrived.
Ailleacht was next to me, snuggling close to me as I ate our share of meat. Gretu and Zimacha were on my other side, also eating. I was the first one to hear the voices. As they got closer, others heard them too. They appeared at the edge of our clearing. There were six of them; menacing looks were painted on their faces.
My father stood. “Why have you come here?” He said, trying to sound brave. “You are not welcome here." The strange creature in the front sneered. He turned to his comrades, saying something none of us could understand. As it finished speaking, the largest one jumped on my father, and began beating him with his fists. The other four advanced, grabbing our largest hunters and throwing them to the ground, beating them. We fought as hard as we could, but no one was a match for these creatures strange weaponry. The first one advanced on Zimacha, who was the most attractive female by far. He grabbed her roughly, snarling something as he began to drag her away by her mane. She clawed at him, attempting to get free.
Gretu pounced on the thing. The creature fell, stunned. Gretu grabbed Zimacha by the tail helping her up and running for the treeline. “We have to get out of here!” he cried over the commotion as they raced out of the clearing.
“Come on, Trodaire! We have to go!” Ailleacht screamed, grabbing my tail roughly in her jaws.
“I have to help my father,” I said, turning to where they were beating him. “I’m all he has left.”
The strange beast who had tried to take Zimacha stood and looked me in the eye, babbling something incoherent and fierce. He jumped at me, sending me flying. “Come on, get up! Do you want to get killed?” Ailleacht said, dragging me out of the clearing. I didn’t fight her. I was in so much of a daze; it was all I could do to put one foot in front of the other.
Ailleacht and I had travelled a little over a mile when we caught up to Gretu and Zimacha. They were seated on the ground, panting. Ailleacht took a seat next to Zimacha and I sat next to Gretu.
“What are we going to do?” Zimacha said to Gretu.
“I don’t know. We’ll figure something out.”
“I’m tired,” Ailleacht sighed, lying down on the ground.
“I think we should all rest for the night. We can go back to the clearing in the morning and see how much damage was done,” I said, falling back into the light, fluffy snow.
*~*~*~*
We were stunned to see our home in the morning. All of the hunters had been killed, their body’s had been stripped of their fur. The younger girls, those fewer than 5 winters, were also dead. All of the women fewer than 20 winters old were gone. Ailleacht knelt by her mother, who lay beaten to death on the floor of the clearing, and began weeping. Zimacha found her brother, also dead.
Gretu and I wandered to the back of the clearing. We were shocked at what we found. We found seven more of our tribe dead. But what shocked us was the three that we found alive. One of them was Gretu’s sister. He knelt beside her, nuzzling her, until she finally went limp. He wept softly.
Another one of them was my father’s sister. She, too, was near death. She died shortly after we found her.
The last one was my father. He was battered and beaten. He lay on the floor, vomiting and coughing, as had the other two. He was so ill. I knew immediately that he would die soon, as had the others.
I knelt by my father.
“I’m glad you were able to escape unharmed,” my father said, smiling weakly.
“Father, don’t talk. You’re very sick. Talking will make it worse.”
“I don’t care. I know I’m dying,” he scoffed, which sent him into a coughing fit.
“Father, please.”
“Get away from here, before you catch this too. You have to live on to carry on our way of life.”
“I will Father. You can trust me.”
“Good. You know I love you more than anything, don’t you?”
“Yes, Father. I do.”
He smiled at me. Then, went limp. He was dead.
*~*~*~*
We had just finished burying the last of the tribe when Gretu got sick. He started coughing and vomiting. He fell to the ground in pain. Zimacha gasped and ran to him.
“He will die, like the others,” I said to her. “And if you touch him, you will die too.”
“We won’t die. We were stronger than them. We can make it,” Zimacha cried.
“You and I both know what will happen. You and I both watched the strongest man in our tribe, my father, your chief, die of this sickness. You can’t possibly think that you, a pregnant female, and Gretu, a young, foolish hunter, will live if my father could not.”
“I won’t leave him!” she screamed at me. “I won’t!”
“Well, I’m not going to stick around and wait to die,” I said to her. I saw the pain in her eyes as I turned to leave. “Come on Ailleacht, let’s go.” I buried my face in her shoulder fur, and we walked into the frozen forest.
*~*~*~*
A moon after we had left Gretu and Zimacha to die, we returned to bury their bodies. We vowed that this would be the last time we set foot near this place. For a while, we had searched for another tribe to join, but had found none. It felt like we were the only Smilis left.
In the end, we decided to stop looking and settle down. It was high time we had done it anyway. We were able to kill a couple of deer with the stick things I had made. They worked well when you were hunting alone, hiding in a tree and falling down on to it, piercing it through with the stick.
We had been scared for our future, but as long as we were together as a family, that’s all that would matter to us.
*~*~*~*
Our son was born four moons later, in a burrow about three miles away from where our entire family was murdered. Ailleacht died after she had him, and I could not care for him on my own. I left after burying them together. I shed more tears that day than I had in all my years. I missed my family more than ever now, but I knew I had done the right thing.
I didn't know what to do. Alone I wander now, searching for others like me.


Yes! exactly 2,500 words!!!

[poofyena]

Can you apply for more than one character?

[Spotty]

I belive the limit is two applications per round^^.

Five adoptions max as a total.

[Xanre]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 14
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Name: Akirei
Species: German Shepherd Mutt
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[poofyena]

Thanks Spotty.

[DELETE.ACCOUNT]

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.

Okay. ;D

[Hazel XIII]

That brown one is GORGEOUS Spotty! ^___^ I would try to get it, but I wanna see if Hazleliz1313 will be able to. Good luck Liz! I'll be rooting for ya!

Awe, thanks Correre!