Pound of Hope [CLOSED PERMANENTLY]

[kivr & fireflii]

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Hop on to catch a wild Belsprout /u/

[Offended Cockatiel]

I am looking to Cherish...
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Kennel number: F64
Name: Sycamore
Breed: AneaterXCorgi thing
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
;u; He's so cute. I liked him when I saw him and I like him now. He's got such an interesting concept and an adorably simple little style, and the ref is clear enough to get art of easly aswell since I will be getting him lots of art and wrighting more about him.
Personality:
Likes:
Flowers
Tree's
leaves
Grass

Dislikes:
Children
Honey
The way his ears fold
Too much sunlight
A lot of water
History/Background:
Art:
Other:
WIP

[Desmond]

@Ray: Please don't put in a form for a character that's not been put up yet. ^^;

[Kittens of Evil]

I am looking to adopt...
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When we first talked to each other
I knew we would always be friends.
Our friendship has kept on growing
And I'll be here for you to the end.

You listen when I have a problem
And help dry the tears from my face.
You take away my sorrow
And put happiness in its place.

We can't forget the fun we've had
Laughing 'til our faces turn blue.
Talking of things only we find funny
People think we're insane-If they only knew!

I guess this is my way of saying thanks
For catching me when I fall.
Thanks once again for being such a good friend
And being here with me through it all.
-Rachel Ellis

Kennel number: p90
Name: Raechel Galbreith Thompson; known as Rae or Gail for short. Was named after the poet mentioned to the right.
Breed: As strange as it seems, Rae is a husky and fox mix. She has absolutely nothing to do with wolves, though she looks a lot like one.
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
I've been wandering through PoH for a while now, looking for that one, perfect character for me. But all of the attempts I've made to catch those beauties slipped right through my fingers. Milo and Mina, the dog and cat duet. Given away to three little birds. Dawnn, the winged wolf wonder. Never given away. Now, I know for certain: Rae is the one for me. When I first saw Raechel, the first thing that came to my head was a story. A simple, wondrous story. Not too long, but not too short, either. Just perfectly sitting in the middle. As I watched her for a good five minutes, the ideas flowed through my mind like a raging river, the thoughts coursing through the streams of my brain. I could see her past, her history, her life flashing before me. And then I knew; Raechel must be mine.
I've been looking for a fursona for quite a while now. Unlike my older sister Th13f, I absolutely adore complicated designs, and once I stopped to steal a glance at the beauty that is Raechel, I decided right then and there; she is the perfect one for me. I couldn't help but notice that in her preferences, it says to treat her like a fursona. Ah, but that's exactly what she'll be in my care. A greatly loved, forever drawn fursona. She will be adorned with art, as I love to draw. I'll literally pay everything I have to get even more art of this beauty. All my points on DeviantART? They'll be given away for commissions. My two thousand and ten pets on here? Just a small price to pay to get my hands on this lovely gal.
Personality:
Rae is a very sweet, slightly-bonkers girl that absolutely adores a good time. She shows a great deal of interest in everything, with a childlike perspective to it. She rarely dislikes anyone, but when she does, watch out. To mess with her or her friends is to fight a raging bull, smoke pouring out its nostrils.
Sweetest Tomboy You Know}
Rae is probably the nicest girl you'll ever meet, having been raised a proper and polite lady.
...
Or, so her mother thought.
While Rae is a kind girl with a pure heart of gold, she is a tomboy with a slight bit of an attitude. She hates it when you mess with her friends, or random strangers, for that matter. Rae believes everyone deserves a second chance, no matter what they've done. Everyone can be forgiven in her opinion, as she, too, has done the unforgivable. While she regrets it every day, she knows that all you can do is forgive the inexcusable in others. Her golden rule truly is, "Treat others as you want to be treated."
Sugar, Spice, Gunpowder and Lead}
Gail can sometimes be a rowdy, punkish girl that just wants things her own way. Suffice to say, Rae is very stubborn and hotheaded. Her theme song is 'Gunpowder and Lead' by Miranda Lambert, hence the title of this personality trait.
A Goofy, Fun Loving Psycho}
This trait pretty much speaks for itself. While Rae certainly isn't the brightest or the prettiest, she's one with a pure heart. She can cheer you up in your darkest of days, although some of her ideas make you question her sanity. Rae cracks jokes every five minutes, or seconds, depending on how bored she is. Some of these jokes make you giggle uncontrollably, or just stare at her as if she's insane. You know she is. But we all love her anyways.
Likes:
Shira and Cheyenne (http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=58&t=341528&start=4940#p42194053 )}
She treats these two as if they were her own pups. Even though they've only met once so far, they have a strong bond already.
Felidae, a Sokoke kitten.}
Felidae, or Feli as Rae calls her, is Rae's pet kitten. Rae loves this kit to death. She hates cats, usually, but for some reason, she took Feli in. Maybe because she's always wanted to be a mother?
Her friends}
Of course, Rae loves her friends. They're always there for her, as depicted in the poem, and they'll stay by her side forever more. How could she not love them?!
Dislikes:
Everything else}
...
Although this is pretty much self explanatory, I'll explain anyways. You see, Rae isn't that social, and usually doesn't like anyone outside her little posse. So she has a tendency to despise everything she is unfamiliar with. Strange, isn't it? Especially since she's a social butterfly...
History/Background:
                       February 28, 1999}
      It was a warm spring evening the day I was born. The leaves on the trees were turning a beautiful forest green. I heard a bird singing its beauteous songs as I curled up next to my mother, whining pathetically. I looked up at her with my big green eyes, opening them for the first time in weeks. She smiled down at me, her soft tongue lapping over my ears as she sang a melodious lullaby.       
      "Goodnight, sleep tight,
      No more tears. 
      In the morning,
      I'll be here. 
      And when we say goodnight,
      Dry your eyes. 
      Because we say goodnight,
      And not goodbye. 
      We say goodnight,
      And not
      Goodbye."

                           A year later~
      The day has finally come. My first hunting trip with Papa. I'm so excited, I can barely keep still. Papa notices and chuckles, nuzzling my face. 
      "Calm down, little one," he says, unable to suppress a laugh. "We're almost there. Be patient."
      I giggled and batted at his muzzle. "C'mon, Papa!" I urge him on eagerly. "All the prey's gonna go to waste if we just sit here!"
      Papa gives that mighty chuckle of his, flicking his tail. "You know, Raechel... You're just like your mother, when she was this age."
      I freeze. It's been two months since Mama died. Was shot by a poacher, Papa said. I blink slowly, and look up to Papa, tail twitching in admiration. "R-really?" I whisper, my ears pricking up to detect even a mouse's paw-steps. 
      Papa nods, a smile on his face. "Really. I met her when she was your age; did you know that?"
      I shake my head no. "She never really liked to talk about stuff like that," I say. "She said it was too mushy and lovey-dovey for her liking."
      Papa laughs and pads along, telling me more stories about Mama. "Did you know we met on a hunting trip? Yes, really! I remember clearly; I was chasing after an elk. Had been for the past two days. Yes, two days!  I'd gone without food, water, and rest to catch this buck for the pack, when suddenly, out of nowhere, this beautiful fae comes along." At this, he gets a dreamy look in his eyes. "She had charcoal grey fur, with the most gorgeous green eyes I'd ever seen. I'd stopped to watch her when she sprung into the chase, lunging for that buck's neck! I'd never seen any fae as daring and courageous as she was, so you can imagine my shock. Then, in a melodious voice, she said those seven words that made my heart melt."
      I pause, looking up at him curiously. "What'd she say, Papa?" I ask, thinking it's the most romantic thing ever. 
      He sighs dreamily. "With eyes full of fury, she yelled at me, 'Stop staring and help me, you idiot!'"
      I can't contain my laughter. "She really said that?" I giggle, tripping over my own paws as I continue forward. 
      Papa laughs and says, "Yes, but at this time, it was romantic for a fae to even talk to me."
      I snorted and followed Papa through the thick brush, the tall grass tickling my nose. Suddenly, Papa crouches down on his haunches, motioning for me to copy his movements. "Shh," he hisses. "If we make any noise, we'll scare it away."
      I immediately glance around wildly, searching for a sign of life. Suddenly, I see it. A small, skinny fawn, perhaps a few months old. It appears she's been separated from her mother. 
      Papa looks to me, a mischievous glint in his cerulean eyes. He whispers in my ear, "Stay here and watch how it's done, kiddo."
      I watch patiently as Papa stalks behind the fawn slowly, carefully. He bares his fangs and lunges--right for the neck. 
      A struggle takes place as the fawn squeals in terror, trying to buck him off. Papa latches on pretty tight. I can see little red jewels of blood spill over her wounds as she gives a final screech of pain before collapsing, dead to the known world. 
      Papa looks to me and grins toothily. I pad out, sniffing at the carcass before wagging my tail a mile a minute. "Whoa, Papa!!!! That was amazing! Didja see it die? Man, I wanna be as great a hunter as you are one day!"
      Papa roars with laughter, padding along beside me and licking my head. "Of course I saw it die! I killed it, remember? And don't worry; in sure you'll be even better of a hunter than I am, Rae."
      Icy fingers of excitement tickle my spine. "Really, Papa? Ya mean it? Really?"
      Papa smiled. "Really. I say what I mean and I mean what I say. You'll be the pack hunter soon after I pass, I just know it. But be careful. This world is a dangerous place. I'd be lost if I were to lose you."
      I blush. "Papa, stop it," I laugh, "you're embarrassing me!" He chuckles right along with me.
      "Alright, my little sunflower. Whatever you say."
          End of Chapter One
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[Auyn]

I am looking to adopt, love, and cuddle with forever....





Arathorn & Avakia


F28


Mortifinaeus H. Calabrei
(Mor-tie-fin-ae-yus H. Cal-a-bree)


Zero, Zucchini, Morti (by his mother only)


Kyrelios


I really want Zero because i immeadeitly loved his guy, with his medium grey pelt and the amazing markings that just stand out to you, in the beautiful shades of purple, white, and green. Beautiful palette, really! I will do anything in my power for him, like doing art, making plushies, writing stories, and even more. I truly love this guy and will do everything for him <3


My personality.... Hmmph, fine, but don't blame me if i sound vain.
Well, to start off with, i know that i'm very independent, as i was taught when i was young that i would not be able to depend on many. I knew that, and being smart, i began to separate myself from others, possibly a little too much. I became selfish and cruel, forcing others away from me. For, you see, i was quick to assume and i thought that when my mother said that i couldn't depend much on others, i thought she had meant that i couldn't get close or trust anyone. Boy, was i wrong. It's my fault entirely, with me being the stubborn Kyrelios i was, i never had the courage to put down my pride and just ask if i was doing anything wrong. It's not that i was too proud to notice, no, as i had noticed the sadness and the pity in my mother's eyes, along with slight traces of....fear. Oh, the sight of that terrified me, pained me even, but even then i would not turn to ask for guidance...
Later on, after i learned that i could trust others, i began to become more loyal, and i began to love each and everyone of my friends for who they were, and realizing that each one was unique and special in their own way. My mother may not have been alive to see me making new friends, but i know, deep down, that she would have been proud. I was then also still selfish and vain, as i had sometimes demanded much from my friends, asking for things left and right. Truthfully, i had not learned much from friendship, but i had enjoyed it entirely.
I was also quite stubborn, not allowing other's to call me by my given name. I demanded them to call me Zero, nothing else, and i would not listen to other's ideas of what they should call me. Heck, i would not even change my mind, even if i was wrong. I couldn't admit to others my ideas had flaws or faults, as i deemed myself perfect then, so i forced them to shut up and go with it. I always thought of myself amazing, and flawless, like the other Kyrelios, but i felt an emptiness inside of me, and i had not known what.
After our herd merged with another's, i met other Kyrelioses, and boy, i never knew there were so many with different personalities!
Ryuk, an outcast, somewhat, had the smallest spikes and the longest tail i had ever seen.

But i still love him.
We were the best of friends, doing everything together. Sure, we had our little fights, but we always made up, seconds after we were angry. I had found a friend i could trust, finally.
We had a great time, swimming and playing around, and strangely enough, he taught me how to love, and how to care for others when they needed me. Most of all, he taught me how to remove that stupid shell of mine. In return, i taught him how to stand up for himself, and how to be strong when he was down and upset.

I cannot explain my sadness when he had to leave. His herd left to go back, for they only came to ours while the food replenished. I knew that i would remember him forever, and i hope he does the same....

Well, enough of the past.
About the now.

Well, now, i live happy in my little cave den, with just myself for company. I know i should find a mate, but... none of the females are to my liking. I don't know if i ever will find a female, really.





Fruit- Okay, i know it's not our general favorite for food, but for some reason i like it. Not my fault.
My friends and family- Hey, i love them. Even though i might have been mean in the past, i think they like me too.
Swimming
Racing
Walks and going outside
Food- 8D


Normal people- I just hate how most Kyres want to be like them, following all the latest trends. What happened to originality?
Fatty meat- Ew. Why bother catching it?
Girls- Too girly for me, all fussing over which males have the best horns, fur, etc. Blegh
Bright colors- Hey, my purple and green are much more manly then the lame oranges and reds, and yellows. It's the color of grapes ID


Late spring- Birth
Autumn, age 0- First steps
Spring, age 1- Discovered love for fruit
Summer, age 3- Met Ryuk
Early spring, age 7- Ryuk left
Winter, age 10- Current age, nothing exciting OTL

[kivr & fireflii]

I am looking to donate...
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Lineart used (if any): MY OWN CUSTOM ART
Name: ---
Gender: Female
Species: Golden Tiger Centaur
Preferences:Do not change gender, species and design.
Do not resell, trade, co-own this character. - if you don't want it anymore, bring it back to the center.
You are not allowed to breed this character.
No edits /accessories may be added with out my ( toki&bel - bel is donating this chara) permission.
This character MAY NOT relate in anyway to your fursona or be your fursona.
Do not take credit for the design, or claim the species as your own.
Love him/her, Get lots of art for him/her~ I really do love this character haha.
Pm me if you have any questions!
By submitting this form, I, Toki&Bel ( Bel ), agree that I am giving up my character to a new home, and will not ask for the character back if it has a form up for it.
AreYouAWitch

somebody resize this to fit lol

-Bel

[Zeee]

bel seriously why
i must go for this character ouo<333333
but omg seriously i probably won't be able to finish
I GET A BROKEN FINGER AT THE WORST POSSIBLE TIMES.

/table flip/

also, i resized it, bel, so it'll fit on the page :3


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[revenmoore]

I am looking to adopt...
Picture:
Kennel number: P102
Name: Yume (Japanese for dream)
Breed: A Siamese and Russian Blue mix, her delicate purple points come from the siamese side, while her blue/purple fur plainly shows her Russian Blue heritage.
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
Blind characters will always catch my eye. I have a slight obsession with anything blind, and I'll end this here before I ramble. To be completely honest- how could you not love Yume? She's beautifully put together from her blueish purple pelt to her shimmery blind eyes, and that cute little bow around her neck. The spiderwebs I'm a bit iffy on, being a Halloween baby, but also deathly afraid of spiders. So that part of her adorable design is just a little bit conflicting. In any case Yume's a character that would catch my eye no matter where she was whether it be here, a character thread, or even just a image that popped up in a Google search. Everything about her is just so eye-catching and unique. She's the definition of what I look for in a character, simple, sweet, and undeniably cute. As for what I would do for her- I would more than willingly pay Rare's List pets for her if that's what you mean- or even real money if I had any.
Personality:
Yume is often seen as a very boring and plain cat, and acts that way too. She's very self-conscious, especially when it comes to her blindness. She doesn't realize just how unique she is though. If you get to know her Yume is very charismatic, kind, and incredibly smart. A bit social awkward is something else used to described Yume, she almost can't stand being around other cats because she tends to isolate herself out of fear of being judged. She's distrustful, so if you really want to be friends with her it takes dedication, time, and you need to be able to put up with someone who just has a little trouble being themselves. When you get to that point it's really worth it though, you'll definitely find that your hard work has paid off. Yume is a loyal friend, is always more than willing to help, and incredibly fun and quirky. She still will be an 'awkward penguin' but she's not quite so hard to talk to if you really try.
Likes:
- Being alone
- Spiders (they fascinate her- she likes feeling the patterns of their webs)
- Sunny Days
- Sunbathing
- Anything soft and fluffy
- Animals that do not speak the same language
Dislikes:
- Large crowds of cats
- Rain and snow
- Rough surfaces
- Bees
- Humans (they're too loud and hurt her ears)
- Cold in general
- Being judged or pitied for being blind
History/Background:
Yume was born to her Amor (mother, Siamese) and Jensen (father, Russian Blue). She was an only child, and spent her life being a complete disappointment to everyone, whether it be her mother who tried to teach her how to hunt, but Yume got distracted by pretty spiders webs. Her father, who overall loathed Yume for being blind. Or just the other kittens she knew that scorned her for being unable to play games properly. As a young kit she spent most of her time alone, tracing leaf and spiderweb patterns with her paw. She used to carve markings into sticks with her claws as well. When she got a bit older she continued doing these things- and being alone, but taught herself how to hunt, fight ( as much as possible anyway), and just survive in the forest she was born into. She began traveling a bit, careful to check scents and sounds as often as possible. During this time she met Zero and Blair, they were the leaders of a small band of cats. Most of them were just cats that were too scared to live on their own, so they protected each other. Yume spent some time with these cats, even growing to like a few of them, but finally went out by herself to start a completely different life. She eventually meets a brown tabby she-cat named Tawny and the two become friends pretty quickly.

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A feathery blue tail trailed over the ground, occasionally lifting up to brush against the bushes and other undergrowth. Yume's sightless blue eyes faced straight ahead, and her ears sat straight and alert. Traveling was scarier than she'd liked to admit. Like, really scary. The type of scary where you just know something bad will happen. Her tail tip twitched momentarily as she heard voices not so far away. She hissed a curse under her breath before ducking under a nearby bush, praying to Tear nobody would see her, and that she'd hidden out of sight. "I know you're there you know." A male voice called, sounding friendly enough. "Maybe I'm just a figment of your imagination?" Yume suggested. "Or maybe you should just go along with that." She muttered under her breath.
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Eh, crappy writing is crappy. I'm sorry. Just a little bit of what I'd like to use Yume for. I tried to show how her personality would work if she had her own story, and how she'd interact with strangers. And also how she deals with new things and how she deals with her blindness.

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Thank you for this opportunity- even if I don't win her, I hope she goes to a good home.^^

[Jill+Lo]

I want's her so much!!!! How do I get her? (please PM the answer)

Lo.

[SunShy]

I am looking to adopt...
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Kennel number: F48
Name: Tiki Toco
Breed: Turtletini (Turtle x Toucan Mix)
Gender: female
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
History/Background:
Art:
Other:

major wip, I will start soon