.W i s t e n. E v e n t. W i s t e n. A d o p t.

[Segie]

I can't wait for the next batch <3

[l o v e l y ~]

Check the 4th/Upgrade/Events Post on the front page! I've added the Wisten, so everyone write their forms and make them all pretty and neat, that will assist in your winning of the Wisten. Just remember, don't judge a book by it's cover.

[Vegtaboom]

Runs With Scissors


Kentan


Kentan is very cocky. He is gorgeous and he knows it. Strutting around like he owns the place, showing off in anyway he can.
At a first glance, you would think of him as a jerk, who is selfish and only cares about himself, and his dashing good looks. But you would never be more wrong. Not only is he extremely kind and selfless, but he has a soft spot for Kiwies [Bird].
He loves them and their long beaks, and soft feathers. He would own hundreds of them if they lived around him.
He only once saw a Kiwi in his forest...


As a young pup, Kentan was always alone, his mother had abandoned him, and he had no friends. He was, also, very different from the other Wisten.
He was shunned because of his beauty, and because he had the constant need to show off, and prove that he was better than the others. So being alone really affected him negativity. The only time he got to talk to others his age was when he would be bullied, he might be beautiful, but he was not strong. So the larger, jealous Wisten, would bully him. He hated it, because he felt low, he felt powerless. He HATED that feeling, he tried so hard, all the time to be loved, then these Wisten, they would flush it all away.
He just couldn't take it anymore. So on one mid summers evening, he set off to a new home, where everyone was beautiful, where everyone had their own special talents, so that they would still be different, so he could be accepted. He knew the dangers of travailing away from his group. Still, he had no friends, so he had no choice but to make this journey alone...

A few hours after he set off...It was dark, and already getting quite cold. He still hadn't mastered the art of climbing trees to make a nest to sleep in, so he decided to just dig a hole under some shrubs, line it with leaves and twigs and sleep that way.
After laying down in his badly made nest, he not only realized that he was extremely cold and tired, but he was also extremely hungry. With a large sigh, he climbed out of his nest, and started sniffing around some bushes for berries or small bugs, since he cannot hunt larger prey yet. Little did he know, that under a large bush, was the home of a mother porcupine, and her pups.
The mother, smelling a Wisten near, started to prickle up more than usual. Due to one of her pups being killed by a Wisten, she gets extremely frightened around them and their sent. Kentan was unaware of the danger lurking under the bush, all he could smell was a possible meal, when all of a sudden, he felt extreme pain in the left side of his face, and all his nose. With a loud yelp of pain, he ran away into the night.

It has been hours since he last rested. He was tired, thirsty, hungry and in serious pain. He didn't know what to do...he didn't know if he would survive. That porcupine was the only creature he saw since he left his group, aside from the occasional bird flying above. He was scared, but still, be pressed on, hoping that somewhere, somehow, he would be saved. He has wandered around in circles for two days, when he tried to drink something, the long spines stuck in his nose would hit the ground of the shallow streams he tried to drink out of, or the current was to strong and would push them to one side, also causing extreme pain. He was getting delusional. He crawled into a cave, and right before he passed out, he thought he was crazy when he saw an ugly, small, green bird with an extremely long beak, emerging from the shadows.

When he woke up, he didn't remember where he was or what time of day it was. The cave he was in was dark, and when he felt the tingling pain in his face, was when he realized the situation he was in. He got up an looked around, it was the same. "I can't be dead" He thought, "I can still feel the tingling". The tingling! he ran outside of the cave, it was daytime, probably early afternoon. He ran up to a small, clear pond and looked in, the spines where gone! There where scabs and markings on his face, but nothing permanent. He sighed, relieved that his gorgeous face was not harmed. He wondered what had taken them out. In his mind, flashed the image of the ugly bird. "That bird probably saved me." he thought. "I should stick around to thank him properly." And so he did. All day he searched for berries to eat, and water to drink. After he was happy and full, he returned to the cave, where the little bird waited for him.

"Hello" The little bird said to him. Now, Kentan was full, so he didn't want to eat him, he also felt like he owed him something for saving his life. "Hello little bird" He replied, still unsure how to approach this strange creature."Errm, thanks for saving my life, I uh, I guess." "It was no problem really. I enjoy helping everyone. No matter how big, or how small, everyone is equal in my eyes."
Now Kentan felt bad for judging him and calling him ugly, this little bird saved his life, and apparently thinks there is more to life than just beauty. He wanted to go home, to make friends, to stop letting his life around how pretty he is, or how much better than everyone else. He asked the bird if he knew how to get back home. "You're from there?" The little bird asked. "That's very far away, besides, it sort of smells like you over there" The little bird poked his beak east. Kentan has never went that way, and it really did vaguely smell like him, or at least, someone who knew him.

He followed the little bird to the sent. It was only about an hour before they reached a clearing, it was beautiful, there where 8 large trees, full of Wisten nests right in the middle. The grass was a beautiful shade of light green, and there where little dasies everywhere. All around this place there where large rocks, keeping them safe from predators, and a stream flowing right through.
It was amazing, Kentan could have never wished for something more beautiful. They looked to their left, and saw an older female Wisten who came over to them, she looked Kentan in the eyes before tearing up and embracing him. "Kentan.." She whispered. "it's been so long since I've seen you. Oh how I've missed you." "M-mom?" He replied. "Where have you been, I-I had to live without you my whole life." "Oh Kentan! I didn't leave you on purpose, I thought you had died when the bear attacked that group years ago, when your father died defending you. I tried to get you, but the others wouldn't let me go. they told me everyone was dead. I didn;t know what to do, so I just followed them." She started to sob "I am so, SO sorry Kentan. But never once did you leave my thoughts..."
Kentan started to cry. He knew that the little bird helped him here to find his mother. He turned to whisper a thanks to the little bird, but he was gone.

Kentan grew up with his mother, he made friends, he didn't ever show off, and helped everyone who needed it. He even went to search for the little bird every once and a while, but he never found him, not even his faint sent left in the cave.
Still, every night he whispers his silent thanks to the stars, hoping that maybe one day, that little bird would hear it...


Finally finished ;o; <3

[ɾïṿεṉḋεll]

{. username ⤅ my "full" name is ɾïṿεṉḋεll, but please call me rivendell or riv
hello there ^^ i'm rivendell, and this is my form for this beautiful wisten. i hope you enjoy reading it!
{. wisten name ⤅ "fah, you should now my name by now! i'm oak, silly"
this beautiful boy, named after the first thing that he himself saw, chose it for himself. he is very proud of it, and sometimes likes to be called kao instead, but he doesn't see this as his "official" nickname.
{. ρersønality ⤅ "well, i'm not sure i can answer that without telling a lie. . ."
Oak is calm and content most of the time. He can be bouncy and "spazzy" but for the most part, he's just a mellow guy. He definatly looks up to those older than him, and tends to get into things that he's not supposed to. Any curious noise must be inspected, and this baby-like trait makes him popular for leading to adventure. One day he will be a great leader, but for now, he's glad to just let the weight of the world rest elsewhere. Oak is kind and generous, he plays with the baby Wisten when they're bored and lonely, and is always carefull not to hurt them. Though his anger point is very hard to reach, when it is broken, Oak can be a raging ball of fury, and he will charge at said problem. Never one to sit back and let others be steamrolled by an unkind "ruler" Oak will stand up for what he thinks is right, and he just as equally likes to express his feelings and thoughts on a subject. Oak likes to help everyone out, but it can be annoying, and when you say no, he is quite broken. As suprising as it may seem, this big guy is sensitive and gets his feelings hurt easily. He is very afraid of loud noises, and thunder storms, always has been, even before the incident. His favorite food is blackberries, but he's also quite fond of peaches too.
{. støry ⤅ "oh, that. well, it went a little something like this. . ."
It was a dark and stormy night. Thunder crashed overhead, lightning flared across the sky angrily, making the earth quake and cower in fear of its might. Deeply concealed in an ermine's den, a young, wriggling litter of ermines struggled to press closer to their mother and drown out the terrifying sounds from overhead. These ermines were not like any others you've seen before, these were very large, the mother was the size of a beagle at least. But, among her babies, there was another creature, and he was odd indeed! Looking much like a fox with large ears and a tail like a snake's tongue, he was fighting the hardest for the best spot. As it was rapidly turning to winter, his adopted mother and father were growing out there fur white and thick, and so were his siblings, but not him. This amused them to no end, and only his little sister, Eevie, the only female in the litter, stood beside him. Oak, was this creature's name, and he was a Wisten. His bloodmother had died giving birth, and Eric, the father rescued him. The family consisted of a mother, a father, three boys, one girl, and Oak. The mother's name was Ellen, the father's Eric, and the boys' Edmund, Elk, and Evan. The little girl was Eevie, and then there was him.

All Ermine's names started with the letter "E," which led to many odd names. The Stoatbreakers, as was the family name, had a friend family, their only son's name was Eshlingare, and they pronounced this Esh-ling-gar-ee. Everyone called him Eshling though. All the ermine families thought of Oak as something of an oddity, not in a rude way, but in a curious way. He had pleanty of friends, and they all loved him, since he was so fun to be near.

But on that night, he was scared out of his wits, faced by the one enemy who could never by stopped. Ellen pitter-pattered on his head with her paws gently, her way of calming down all her children. She was an expirianced mother, and her and Eric had had been together for many years and had lots of litters.
"Oak, little one," she cooed, "It is only Old Man Ruler, throwing his lightning bolts to clense the earth." Another bolt. . .wip

[Ashenjay]

Username: Ashenjay
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Personality:
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WIP

[kyum-]

Username:
xoKyrana

Wisten Name:
Apagorevménos [[Ah-pa-go-ra-v-meh-nos]]
His name means 'forbidden' in Greek.

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WIP

[Green Arrow]

Username: Green Arrow
Wisten Name: Faro
Personality: WIP
History/Story: WIP

I'm saving this post before applications close ^u^

[Stalks]

( awww... can't belive I missed the first batch. )

ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ Stalks. I don't plan on ever changing that.
ｗｉｓｔｅｎ'ｓ ｎａｍｅ Cendre. It means Ash in French.
ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ W.I.P

ｓｔｏｒｙ

"What is it?" A tall teenage boy, pushed back his long brown hair to stare at the injured Wisten pup. His friend shrugged, poking the odd creature with the tip of his shoe. Gingerly, the Wisten began to move letting out small meowing like sounds. It struggled to get to it's paws and as soon as it noticed the two human boys, it began to struggle even more. "Hey... Hey, it's alright." The boy smiled holding his hand out to the Wisten, who instead of trying to bolt again he wiffed the the boy's hand. "Good Boy..." He ran his hand across the soft fur of the homless Wisten, "Hmm... what should your name be. How about..." Before he could say another word, his friend grinned and pointed to the ashes that the creature had been laying on. "Cendre." The boy said, reaching out the pet the creature now cradled in his friends arms.

( Wip for now )

[l o v e l y ~]

I'm so glad for the good turn out. c: There won't be any litters or adoptions today, as I have basketball practice. I'm struggling to grow the last litter, so please no rushiee. :3

Also, to anyone writing a story and history, I want it to be at least three GOOD paragraphs long. I don't want twenty word stories. I want long, entertaining ones that draw my attention, as well as forms that draw attention. Just a few tips. ;3

[Traffic]

Wip- ran out of computer time- Gah!
Username:
Traffic
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Embro
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