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[chiamai]

Pet's ID Tag:
#3
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Name You'd Choose for It:
Raini
Species/Breed:
Canine
Gender:
female <3
Reason You Want It:
She's so simple that it's just, beautiful <3 Her design caught me and I haven't been able to take my eyes off of it since ouo In my mind, she looks like the sarcastic, sensitive, funny, social type <3
History/Background/Other:
Raini came from a shelter. Her mother was found abandoned on the side walk when she was pregnant with Raini and her siblings. Obviously, when animal control found her, both her mom, and the whole liter were locked up in a shelter. One day, something amazing happened and the doors of the cages all unlocked. All the animals ran out and she'd be free every since. Her mother, brothers and sisters were adopted at the shelter before the incident, so she never saw them again. When she was walking on the sidewalk, tummy growling, she sensed the smell of... chicken. Following her sense of smell, she found the house and, standing on her back legs, she rang the door bell. An elderly lady opened the door and let Raini inside her home. Soon after, the lady gave Raini to her granddaughter as a gift, and Rai had been happy ever since <3
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I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

[Rosalind]

Creature's Name: Unnamed
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Species/Breed: Horse
Preferences:
1. Please PM me when you adopt. c8
2. Always provide me credit for the design.
3. When revamping please feel free to switch species, etc. just keep the markings the same and do not add any new markings.
4. Give some love.
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Did you originally adopt this design here, and if yes what was it's name?

Nope. c:

[Tammanae]

Oh darn it, Rosalind. That girl is gorgeous! I will have to proceed to ignoring the front page for a couple of days. ono

Code Drop Form List

Woot, new week. Yet another list for the staff to use for the Code Drop this next week~ Seeing as how people seem to confuse this with the regular code drop, I will explain here, so please make sure to read. This list is not the Code Drop, but simply a list of me collecting forms at a steadier pace as to make sure no one gets accidentally skipped over, and to make the judging a little easier come Saturday. ;3 As always, do not quote or edit this post yourself, as I am the one in charge of this, and doing so will only be confusing and spamming for both me and the rest of the staff. Please remember that if you are trying out for the same character again this week, you must repost your form~

Kennel 1

Mozerella.

Kennel 3

-3B-
Gumdrops

Kennel 5

HollowedAngel

Kennel 7

Rabbitheart

Kennel 21

Renea

Kennel 25

wesleydog
animales

Kennel 33

perros1234

Kennel 28

Saulbert

Kennel 40

June Bug

Kennel 67

{California Sky}
i ♡ jack frost
daffodil2000

[Papyrsatyr]

Code Drop will be done in approximately 24 hours or so.

Please get your forms ready for judging. We want to give these characters homes as much as you would like to take them home, so please give us a good form that allows us to give them to you. :3

Code drop in an hour. Get them done!

[Rabbitheart]

Okay, I think I feel secure about my form. Oh,who am I kidding? I'm not going to feel secure about it until I know the results. XD So very, very, very nervous....and anxious. XD

[Ƥɛтαℓƨ]

So Scared I pray I win Jonah <3

[Tripp]

Best of luck all and an early congrats to the winners c:

[The Wolfe]

I hope I win Kennel 28, now named Liberty. Just finished her form. Whew!

[The Agency]

Code Drop

Heh it's been a long time since we've done a code drop this big! Please know sometimes it's a slim margin of if you win a character or not, please don't give up if you really want one. And for those of you competing against forms and didn't win, we're sorry and hope you better luck next time.

Mozerella. - Please add more to your form
perros1234 - Please add more to your form
Saulbert - Please add more to your form

Pet's ID Tag: 3
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Name You'd Choose for It: Tahaleya
Species/Breed: Domestic canine mix, genetically altered*
*This genetic alteration was meant to give her more of a human-like brain structure, but it only affected her eyes - she can see in color. The failure of the experiment led to her being adopted out as a pet rather than eliminated.
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It:

I've been watching Tahal for a long time, waiting for the perfect idea to come along. She's so wonderfully simple and pretty, she really caught my eye, especially with Wib's revamp... it really brings out her personality. Though it's not complete yet, I do have some ideas for her, and I'm eager to develop them. I'd love to be given the chance to really work with her.

History/Background/Other:

Personality

Secretive. Tahal loves secrets, and she loves hiding in the shadows to watch others. It's a giant game to her, especially when she can catch others by surprise.
Observant. Tahal notices... nearly everything, even though she has a much harder time deducing things from her observations. For example, she will notice red chalk on her owner's shoes, but doesn't know enough to know that it would be red brick dust picked up when her owner passed the demolition of a red brick building.
HAPPY. There really is no other way to say it - Tahal isn't just happy. Or even Happy. She is, without a doubt, HAPPY - with her hyperactivity, constantly wagging tail and eternal goofy expression, there is a theory (that is yet to be proven wrong) that she cannot feel any negative emotion.
Fun-loving. Hyper dogs typically love playing and running around, and Tahal is certainly no exception. She loves playtime so much, that her dreams are eight-hour-long mental play breaks.
Loud. Tahal's very vocal. She's one of those dogs that barks constantly... not that anyone minds. Her barks never seem to be of the irritating, agitated or angry type, so it's more or less tolerated by her housemates and owners.


Likes

Water. Water is, as she would call it, "themostamazingtoyever". She absolutely loves playing in the water sprinklers during the summer, and would happily do so during the other months as well if her owner wasn't so worried about the well running dry.
Toys. Hyperactive dogs like Tahal love toys. Squeaky, chewy, plushie, rubbery, leather or otherwise, Tahal easily entertains herself while her owners are at work/school, and hardly notices when they are gone.
Birds. Birds are like live toys that run away when Tahal chases them. Thankfully, she's not fast enough to catch one - though, if she did, she wouldn't be able to hurt it, at least on purpose.
The sun. The sun is, to Tahal, the lightbulb of the world. She loves to run on warm, sunny days, with the heat making her black fur toasty for when she has to go back inside, into the cool, air-conditioned house. She thinks it's so amazing that her fur can hold heat like that.

Dislikes

Medicine. When Tahal goes to the vet, it's usually for an injury, and she usually has to be tranquilized in order to heal. This keeps her from playing as vigorously as she likes to; though, this only lowers her mood somewhat. She often sleeps off the medicine, spending those hours in a long dream full of play.
Tahal's dislike list is short, not because this form is incomplete, but because there really isn't that much that she doesn't like. Her positive disposition leaves her without negative energy to spend being upset about much of anything.


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I've sent Steffi the PM alerting her of my intent to apply. <3

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Pet's ID Tag: #5
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Name You'd Choose for It: Muto {mute-o}
Why this name?: Well, I was debating between 'Pluto' and 'Mars.' Both seem to fit well, and I like both. So i decided, why not fuse them? Kinda makes a pun anyways by including the word 'mut/mutt' in it which I find cute though no one will probably notice that but me. xD It is open to change however.
Personality:
I imagine Muto to be a very adventurous character. Often getting himself into predicaments in the most ironic of ways. He'd tell one of his friends not to do something or to do something to keep out of trouble, and while doing this forgets to mind himself and will then end up in the predicament he'd advised his friend against.

He's very fun and wild, loving to go out into the world and just explore it. He loves travel and going to new places, often collecting trinkets as he goes along. He tends to be very cautious when first meeting people, but it doesn't take long to make friends. Well, as long as the other person isn't incredibly rude or cocky. Being a little cocky himself it makes him inclined to be competitive towards others who are.
He gets jealous easily as he is secretly a little insecure. Especially with his friends or when it comes to relationships. In relationships he can be a bit overly protective, and with friends he tends to require a lot of attention or he feels offended. He doesn't have to have the limelight, but he has to be noticed and have a say in things. One thing above almost all things is he hates being ignored. It makes him feel rejected, lonely, unwanted and is extremely offensive to his pride.
When it comes to relationships he tends to be very shy. The kind of guy who when you try and kiss him will run away in fear. This has to do with his insecurity issues. Even if he does love a female or male he is afraid of dedicating himself, as he's very worried about getting his heart broken or the other thinking he's not as great as they may think he is. He's afraid of their feelings for him fading
Species/Breed: 'Mogdog' - for now, susceptible to change
Gender: Male
Reason You Want It:
I just...I rather liked it the first time, but after seeing the potential of it's design I kinda fell in love with it *u* I rarely to never have such simple characters...though I do have one or two that are just as 'plain.' However, something about this little tike just drove me to go for him. There's a click, and I feel like he would make an awesome character. X3
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Pet's ID Tag: Kennel #7
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Name You'd Choose for It: Caramel (Cara or Mel for short)
Species/Breed: Fluffy
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: She's just so gosh darn adorable! Squeee. ♥ I adore her design and I just want to shower her with love. She's also fluffy, which I love. I love and adore fluffy things. XD I also adore her unique and adorable design and I want to give her a home, she's been here awhile and I think it's about time that she finally got her forever home and I want rather fervently for that forever home to be mine for I honestly love her. Though I haven't won any charrie I applied for here yet, I have my heart dead set on the fluffy little cutie in Kennel 7 and I won't let my bad luck stop me for I refuse to fail again. I'm gonna try my hardest on this form because she's been here so long (at least as far as I have seen) and she deserves to finally find her forever home. I kept seeing her in the Featured Kennel and thinking that she was adorable and wanting to try for her, but since the rules only allow you to adopt/apply for one character, I'd always pass her over for another character. Now, I realize that maybe I should have tried for her all along. I'm getting far more muse for her than for any other character that I've applied for here yet. I also took the time and effort to look up Syra's Fluffy species so that I could be better informed and more accurate when filling this form out.

History/Background/Other:

Personality:
Energetic
Caramel is very energetic, she's a lovable bundle of seemingly endless energy. Due to being so full of energy, she is very playful and loves to play...a lot. Caramel isn't energetic all the time, even she has moments when she just wants to partake in calm activities or moments of shared relaxation with the ones she loves just like the next pet.

Loving
Caramel is an exceedingly affectionate girl who enjoys curling up with those she loves and cuddling with them for hours on end, sometimes she'll show her affection by rubbing up against you or giving tongue kisses. Caramel can be a bit overaffectionate and clingy sometimes.

Outgoing
Caramel is outgoing and independent, or at least she thinks she is. She chases after her creative dreams, which often involve her owner and lending her with creative ideas. She will not back down and she is very steadfast in her beliefs and will not let anyone get in her way.

Friendly
Caramel is very friendly and amiable, she loves to make new friends and will always try to make an effort to be friends with even the most anti-social. Most of the time she is unsuccessful in making the anti-social her friends, but not from lack of trying, at the very least, she showed them kindness. She is very understanding and helpful and will listen to your problems and try to help you solve them or at the very least, give you some advice or kind words.

Shy
Caramel is really rather shy, even though she's super friendly, it takes a lot to get her to go up to someone to talk to them. She's trying her hardest to outgrow her shyness though.

Likes: Caramel loves to play and romp around, her favorite sort of toys are balls or cat toys, probably because they appeal to the cat in her DNA. When she's not playing, she's curled up and listening to the one she loves while they read a book out loud to her, sometimes she'll even be curled around her owner's neck instead of on her lap. Caramel enjoys the great outdoors and it's splendors, especially during fall, winter, and spring; often going out on a harness and leash so she doesn't stray too far away from the one she loves while they're outside. Though she hates getting wet, she loves rain, loves just watching it fall and thinking about playing in it. Sometimes, Caramel just enjoys lying in the sun and soaking in the warmth of it's rays, like most of her species do. She also enjoys high places like the rest of them and her especially favorite high place is on top of a bookcase.

Dislikes: Caramel dislikes getting wet and tries to avoid being so as often as she possibly can. Why? She's got a lot of fur, thick fur in fact! It keeps her nice and warm, but when it gets sopping wet, it doesn't dry very quickly because it's like a sponge and absorbs the water, thus making her a very cold and shivering mass of wet fur. Caramel also dislikes being left alone, even she does not know why she does, she just does. Caramel has a strong dislike for spiders, so if you bring your pet spider over and it escapes from it's enclosure, don't expect to find it alive. Expect to find it squashed under the Unabridged hardcover edition of the Merriam-Webster Dictionary. Another dislike that Caramel has is for people who blare their music, she has sensitive ears, she can't handle the loud noises, they frighten her. This is not to say that she doesn't like music though, for she does love music.

Fears/Phobias: As I have sort of mentioned before, Caramel has a strong dislike for spiders, but she's also an arachnaphobe. She vehemently denies it because she feels it makes her look less...magical, but she is undeniably an arachnaphobe.

Size: I just thought I'd add this, since according to my research on Fluffies, they have various sizes that range from the size of a large hamster, to a squirrel, or even a domestic cat. So, I figured I'd put down what I imagine Caramel's size being, which is that of either a domestic cat or a small squirrel. I have this strange idea in my head that I could just see Caramel's body (alive of course) lying around the neck of a human. XD

Weight: I imagine that Caramel would weigh about the size of my Mini Rex rabbit, which it like 4 - 5 1/2 pounds. So she wouldn't weigh all that much really.

Fur Texture: Soft and silky, and oh so FLUFFEH! XD Her coat requires a lot of grooming, almost daily, but it's well worth it because it keeps him shiny, clean, an most importantly, fluffy.

History/Background:-shortened for length reasons-

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I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

I do have sugarkitty./nepeta's permission to apply for this character, this is the screen shot. I appologize for it's dreadful appearance, my brother's paint program doesn't crop images. It's so irksome. -.-

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Pet's ID Tag:
#21
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Name You'd Choose for It:
Probably Pera or Menta.
Pera being Spanish for Pear.
Menta being Spanish for Mint.
Species/Breed:
Moogle Dog.
Gender:
Male.
Reason You Want It:
I have been eyeing this little cutie for quite some time. I love the simplicity of his design, and the fact I love Moogles makes him so much better. I adore everything about him and I would like a lighter-toned character to balance out the darkness of Keyblade, my fursona, and Hatter, whom I adopted from The Agency back in 2010. I would absolutely cherish this little guy and give him plenty of love. I don't have many characters, so ordering art would be one of my main priorities. After getting him his own spot on my character site, of course.
History/Background/Other:
History/Background

Born something not quite normal, nor not quite fictional, this young Moogle dog was raised in the simple life of guiding travelers and being a merchant. The life of a Moogle is incredibly boring, especially if you don't fit in and seek adventure at every turn. Something else seems to be a longing for this male. Not traveling and being a guide, where adventure lays, but maybe beyond that like discovering creatures other than humans, elves, and your every day Final Fantasy Chocobo, who he learned are very hard to tame.

But, if he went on adventures, where would he go when everything was all discovered? That would be as boring as a merchant's life. So, what could this little moogle do? Maybe settle down away from the life of a Moogle and be something like a domestic pet. Just, without the collar and such. That would be the perfect life. Waiting for love and care, there was someone out there who wanted him. Someone to allow him to accept his fate. He would embrace it with grace. Until bathtime anyway.

Personality
Innocence is an understatement for this little guy. He's cute and bubbly, but also very independent. This guy is like your average Patrick Star-styled sidekick, bright in certain fields but comes off stupid. His cuteness is a weapon, but so is his little ball that distracts him like a dog's tail. He will get "mad" if you tell him he is cute. Then, he'll storm off in a huff only to come to the sound of a can opener. He loves to eat, nicknaming him "Glut". He can be affectionate and acts like a cat with his slight purrs.

Other
His favorite foods are limes, pears, tomato soup, catnip, and Cheerios.
He hates baths, soap operas, the color pink, girly things, and being called "cute".
His favorite super hero is Batman.
He is obsessed with turnips, the color orange, and stealing remotes.
He purrs when happy.
His favorite hobby is trying to climb the curtains and trying to nap in bowls on the counters.
Can shift between dog and cat, it seems.
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I wish I had some, but due to losing my muse, I have nothing to show right now.
Everything is incomplete ;A;
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

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I'm weak. v.v
If I'm needed for the next code drop, I'm still up for doing all of the not-this-one kennels. ^^;

Pet's ID Tag:

Kennel 25

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Name You'd Choose for It:

Bronte
Altered form of Irish Prunty, a form of Gaelic Ó Proinntigh, meaning "descendant of Proinnteach," a personal name that was originally a byname meaning "banquet hall (denoting a "generous person")." In Prunty's altered form (Bronte), the name is identical to the Sicilian place name and the name of a mythological horse of the Sun, meaning "thunder." But Prunty was probably purposely altered to Bronte by bearers of the name who admired Lord Nelson who was awarded the title of Duke of Bronte in 1799 by Ferdinand, King of the Two Sicilies. - 20000names.com

Was a long and dark December
From the rooftops I remember
There was snow
White snow

Species/Breed:

Gloom Fox

Gender:

Female ♀

Reason You Want It:

The minute that Tripp posted this gorgeous gal on the Character Adoption Addicts Anonymous, I really connected with her. I did have some trouble at first determining her gender, I think she could of gone either way. The lovely thing about Tripp's designs are that you can always tell whether or not it is his. c: He finds a way to blend in the colors of the rainbow with dark colors so that nothing is blinding. I'd even go as far as to say that this design is natural with it's 'merle-like' markings, simply with gorgeous unnatural flares and highlights. I could provide a character website page for her, her own little home, and I'll spoil her with art and goodies. Thanks for the opportunity; she's lovely!

Building on to this, I was brought to tears and was entirely humbled in the process of writing Bronte's personality. As I wrote it, I discovered how much I was pouring my own figure into this character. She has a lot of traits that I have! Most of them, for the worse...

Personality, Likes, Dislikes, etc:

Despite her appearance, Bronte is not a particularly 'dark' or 'sad' figure, though this being said, neither is she happy. When surrounded by a large group of people, Bronte is still lonely. She finds it hard to fit in not because she is particularly unique in size, shape, color, or personality, but because others seem to ignore her. She doesn't connect well with people... she tends to chase those trying to get to her heart off before they can make a lasting impression. The truth is, Bronte is scared of making any relationships, because she fears that those that she begins to trust are the ones that will one day leave her to be lonely. Instead of living the life that she could should she choose to rely on anyone, she lives a life in full seclusion, not physically, but mentally. She has a hard time opening up to anyone at all because she knows no one will understand the way she feels. She's always frustrated by the simple things: a single thing on her plate and she's already stressed. Don't get near her when she's sad, because she bites back. She's far from a morning person, but she hates to sleep in. She finds it hard to see an accomplishment in anything that she does, because she knows that no matter how hard she tries to fit in, no one will ever accept her for who she is. She doesn't want to change herself so that others will like her, so she's adapted the motto that 'Different is beautiful'. She doesn't like the way society chews everyone up and spits them out, less than half as great of a person as they were before. Conforming to everyone else's state leaves a person without so much as a shell of themselves. When Bronte sees herself change, she automatically fixes it. She doesn't want to be like others.

Bronte likes to live her life by her own standards. She sets high goals for herself that she knows that she can achieve, but she feels as though even her largest efforts towards achieving these things are minimal and do not contribute. While she knows she has the opportunity and ability to do something great with her life, she feels as though everything she does to reach this goal is a waste of time. Her complex mind leaves her with ways out of tricky situations, and she has a tongue with a knack for sarcasm and offensive statements that were genuinely meant to be innocent. She's simply not a peoples' person; she's a total introvert. Bronte likes the beauty of nature: majestic waterfalls, the songs of birds, and even the gloomy, dying trees are among her biggest confidantes. She's not obsessed with nature, but she prefers to live among it versus living among the cities where humans and great monstrous machinery live.

Bronte finds beauty displayed by simplicity. One of her favorite things in the world is rain puddles. It's amazing that something so insignificant gives her the security that it does. The splash of puddles gives her hope, and she loves to go out after March rainstorms to jump into them. Her reflection can be seen in them, and her face is distorted by the ripples caused by excess drops dripping down from weeping willows' branches.

What Bronte has yet to see is that 'anything in life that is worth doing, is worth doing poorly.' She expects perfection from herself every time she tries her hand at anything. She needs to allow herself room to fail, room to learn something that she can't do. She could use a lesson that she won't get everything on her first try, and that's okay. After all, once you're on the bottom there's only one way that you can go, and that way is up. ↑

Bronte likes the months of March and April, calm, thunderless rainstorms, trees, flowers, and small animals. She doesn't like prejudice, segregation, death, blood, drought, or mindlessly conformed people without individual personalities.

When the future's architectured
By a carnival of idiots on show
You'd better lie low

If you love me,
Won't you let me know?

"Have you ever heard that saying, 'just go with the flow'? I've come here to tell you just how wrong it is."

History/Background/Other:

I'm so tired of the endless comments that people seem to have about others. But especially, I am sick and tired of what others are saying to me. "What happened to you? You used to be such a sweet, optimistic little girl! Now you're so rude and pessimistic. It's like you've de-matured." If others could even begin to realize the state that I'm in, and why I'm this way, I doubt that they'd be saying much anymore. Others are always so thankful for what they have. I've seen people with absolutely nothing, not a thing to their name, considerably happier than I am. I am blessed, and my eyes are opened to this. I am thankful for what I have, but I have a hard time expressing this. Do you think I chose this mindset? No, of course not, and I'm trying to change. I want to differ from and overcome what everyone else is, because I want to be unique. I want my life to be worth living, worth listening to. Different... is beautiful.

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I was raised in a society that taught its young that we were above all others. Others were poor, though we were wealthy. Others had none, while we had all. Sins and wrongdoings were treated as righteous acts, and the whole society took great pride in themselves. I was taught from this perspective, and it was all that I knew to be right. My people could do no wrong. As I got older, I began to reject this point of view. Who was anyone to put themselves above another?

My father was a great man, and for this I loved him. I had an inexplicable bond with him, though perhaps if you spoke to him he'd tell you that I was a sarcastic one and had a bizarre and defective way of expressing this love. Either way, my mother was never a part of my life. I was born in the cove of our side of the island. I was pulled from my mother's grasp and was nurtured by a kind female named Cloud. My life as an infant was full of constant visits with my dad and long days with Cloud while my father was out hunting or exploring. Each time my father came back, he'd treat me to all sorts of things. As soon as I was old enough, he took me on his adventures with him. We rarely returned to our home where the skulk nested. One day, my father ventured far out of the way of our territory. He was not well. You could tell from his looks that he was certainly rather sick. I began to realize that the water he drank was polluted. I spent the night by my father's side, refusing to sleep. I lay next to him, my chin on his back, and I monitored his breathing rates constantly. In the morning, he was well again, but we were still a long way from home. For the first time, I acknowledged my surroundings. We had ventured onto their side of the mountain. No longer were we in the land of our own skulk; we had ventured onto the dark land, the dark and bloody grounds. Even the grass and trees in this area seemed to cry out. It was a land where the blood of others nourished the grass; for not a drop of water was to be found. The land, perhaps as a result of being rainless, was shriveled. The grass bore a sickening shade of maroon, mirrored by the blood which served as its only thirst-quencher. The trees were twisted and gnarled. They seemed to reach into the air in hopes of touching the stars, for they were so high. Their efforts appeared to be cast down by an invisible eerie force, and while its presence could not be seen, it made itself known. "Father, we need to get out of here," I said, concerned. "This is not the land of our skulk."

My father moaned, and he looked up at me with a faint twinkle in his eyes. He sat up and brought his wobbling old knees to a standing position. "Indeed," he said. He too seemed to have only now seen our surroundings. "Let's go." For many weeks after returning to my father's den, I questioned him about the place. "Who lives there?" I'd ask constantly. His only answers consisted of sighs, sad grins, and the shaking of his head. Eventually, my questions died down. The thoughts and wonders, however, did not disappear from my mind. They were simply overriden by thoughts of my father. He'd aged considerably, and Cloud, much younger than he, had taken to tending to his wound and old, aching muscles. It was not likely that he'd travel again. Weeks turned into months as they passed. My instincts began to kick in and I fell restless and full of curiousity. I knew that it was not good for my health to sit by his side day and night. I'd failed to eat as much as I had before, and I never went out for exercise. After much internal conflict, I'd made my decision. I explained to my father and Cloud, the closest thing I'd ever had to a mother, that the time had come when I'd need to make independent choices and I thought it'd be for my own good if I left my skulk behind. I thanked them for their influences in my life, and I promised them that they'd never be forgotten. Cloud lay with my father, licking his face. They both looked wistful, but they appeared understanding. I remember the last thing that my father said well. "Don't let the world change you."

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First memory:

"I'll race you to the top!" Bronte's father exclaimed. She giggled and chased behind his tail, narrowly escaping the tip of it before it nearly hit her square in the face.

Mountains, she remembers. Mountains were all around her. "What are they, Father?" she recalled asking, and her eyes nearly bulged out of her skull as she noticed the beauty of them. They were tye-died in purples, greys, blues, and whites, and their crevasses were deep and jagged. They weren't smooth; no surface looked exactly identical to the surface adjacent to it. "Mountains," he said in a hushed voice. He turned her around abruptly, but it didn't keep her from getting a glimpse. A shadowed figure of cruelty lay just on the other side of the mountain. A demonic fox, eyes creased, stood over the body of an innocent one. Overhead, a single crow circled. Her father nudged her. "Bronte," he said. "It's time to go."

Birth town, date, and current residence:

Bronte was born on the island of Rathlin in Northern Ireland. She continues to live there in the less populated areas. She was born on February the twenty-sixth.

I took my love down to violet hill
There we sat in snow
All that time she was silent still

Art:(not needed but extra credit)

Just some random ugly sketches by me. Ordering better art of her from other peeps. :U

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

Yes. <3

Song lyrics from Coldplay's "Violet Hill"
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#40
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Name You'd Choose for It: October/Tobi
Species/Breed: Red Fox
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It:
She has one of those designs that calls to me. I love the colors and the simplicity of her. On top of this, she reminds me of my cat by the same name (who was named for her patches of that look like autumn leaves
History/Background/Other:
Personality:
Skittish -
Neurotic -
Hesitant -
Fiesty -
Playful -
Gentle -
Proud -

History:
Tobi's life was fairly uneventful while she was a kit. Nothing of any significance happened until shortly after she'd left her mother and siblings to embark on her own path in life. For the first few months, things went as smoothly as could be expected. Still fairly young, her skills still weren't quite as honed as those of a more experienced fox. However, she took it all in stride, telling herself that in time, life would get easier. Living in the wild was a very different time, what seems like eons ago, and now, she looks back and thinks herself naive.
On one particularly dry evening in early autumn, Tobi lay crouched beneath the low, sprawling branches of a bush, hidden among the leaves that beautifully concealed her leafy coat. She was excited for the new season, she knew the leaves would work to her advantage, making her barely more than a ghost sweeping across the forest. She stared intensely at the rabbit she was hunting. Rarely had Tobi dared to tackle something so big, but she was feeling lucky and she would need more than just field mice. She would have to learn to take down a rabbit some day and that day was today. It turned it head in her direction, but she did not move, despite hr urge to duck down further. She knew from her previous failure that doing so would only register as hostile movement to the rabbit, which would then sprint away before she had a chance to react. Instead, she remained perfectly still, waiting for her chance.
Unfortunately, she was so focused on the rabbit's position that she failed to pick up on it's rising panic or the reason for that panic. Suddenly, it fled. Frustrated, she leaped out from her hiding spot in a flustered attempt to pursue it. Barely ten yards into the chase, it dove into it's rabbit hole, easily escaping her. She sat and stared angrily into the hole, still unconcerned with why the rabbit had run in the first place.
(WIP, I wanted to get this posted while my internet connection was being nice. xD )
Art:(not needed but extra credit)
Not sure if I'll have the time for this bit. ^^; My art time is currently occupied by a project that has to meet a deadline.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

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Pet's ID Tag:
#67
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Name You'd Choose for It:
I would name him Jonah. The name Jonah comes from the Bible of course! Jonah is the main character of the Bible story Jonah and the Whale, in this story God asks Jonah to preach repentance to the city of Nineveh. Jonah finds this to be unreasonable and goes to the seaport of Joppa and tried to ride on a boat Tarshish heading away from Nineveh. God then sent a wild storm to let the crew know that Jonah was the cause for the storm. Jonah was thrown overboard and God sent a whale to catch Jonah in his mouth. Jonah stayed in the whale for three days. When God made the whale throw Jonah up Jonah tried hard to always listen to God. His nicknames would be The King and Jo-Jo
Species/Breed:
Jonah is a lion.
Gender:
Jonah is a male obviously!
Reason You Want It:
I feel as if I could write a great story about him also I almost cried when I saw him Im in love with him.{No joke I almost cried.}Also he is just so beautiful. He would be my first character and I would love him so much. My whole family is a family that loves cats. Especially big cats I just think he is so precious!I have no characters either and I would love him to be my first!
History/Background/Other:
Jonah was in the National Savannah Reserve, every day he tried to escape. Jonah hated knowing he
was cooped up, eventually one day the invisible fence had a fault in it and all the animals began to escape, at the time of this Jonah was far away from the fence by the time he came to the fence it was fixed and closed, he was one of the few lions left in the reserve. He began to slam against the fence.
"Why... why did the fence have to close before I got here."

Jonah took all day trying to get through the fence he eventually had to stop his shoulders began to bleed. Jonah sat and began to roar with anger. Eventually on of the reserve workers came by to see what was wrong, being smart he led them to the fence and began to slam into it as he had done before. The reserve employee had eventually had enough and had felt bad for the poor lion so he got some Spray paint that was like a teal color and began to spray stripes onto his fur. The kind worker then opened up the fence.
"Here you go, I know you have been waiting for this for a very long time Jonah."
He said kindly to the lion
Jonah roared with appreciation then ran out into freedom. Life had never been so good the the large lion. He let out a roar of hope and ran into freedom.
As Jonah raced through the Savannah as a free lion now he roared to let the whole population know of his new freedom. Eventually after a few hours of walking and resting he had found another lion pride, he walked over and went to talk to the leader.
"Hello my name is Jonah." He said bowing his head
"Hello newcomer." The leader replied
"I was wondering if you could use any new pride members...?"
"Indeed I could use another lion or two." The leader replied
From that day on Jonah was a part of the silver crescent moon pride, he became lead hunter and then eventually alpha, he had a wonderful family with a make name Akira and two cubs name Jagger and Miya, His life was now perfection.
Art:(not needed but extra credit)
I am so sorry but I can not draw for my life, If I end up drawing something that wont burn out your eyes I will let you know XD.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Of course I would take full responsibility for him!! I would love him so much and make a Character thread for him since he is my first character if I won him anyway, he is just so precious and adorable!! I would add alot more to him story once I get him because right now I am working on a book that I could easily put him in he would be perfect.

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Thank you for telling me that. I'll be sure to add more for next week's CD.