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[Lihmeth]

Happy birthday Nawee ^^ (19 is not that old ;])

And good luck on judging those forms :] there are some really awesome ones

[acuteLethologica]

Heh, I remember Cruor's original name... I just can't remember how to spell it. LoL. Something like Worgish, Wargosh... xP

[tinydoodles]

I have a re-vamp for #59 :3

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[iRabid Coffee]

yes its a good story. You have my permission.

Id~#19

Name~Cocoapaw

Reason I want it~I've been looking for another cat character for cat/Warrior roleplays and Cocoa caught my eye with her stripes and colors

History~Cocoapaw was a cat that was loved by Starclan from the minute she was born. All the cats in her clan say she was blessed by Starclan. Others say she was a miracle. But all cats agree she is something very special and could do just about anything she was dared. From the time she opened her eyes she had a connection with Starclan. But Cocoapaw was going to have to make a desision. A very hard desision.

Story~Cocoapaw thought she was dead when she opened her orange eyes and saw Deadfoot and Bluestar in front of her.
"You aren't dead child" Bluestar said smiling
"You are just are very special and we wanted to see to it that you knew your connection with Starclan from a young age" Deadfoot said
"I have a connection with Starclan? But I'm just a young kit who hasn't even opened her eyes yet." Cocoapaw said but was very curious on how she had a connection with Starclan. Starclan was the headclan and gave prophecies to lucky warriors and medicine cats.
"Well, before you were born Starclan decided to have a kit who would have a special connection to Starclan" Bluestar said
"And you, Cocoapaw, are that kit." Deadfoot said happily
When Cocoapaw opened her eyes after that she looked over at her sister, Spiderfang, who sat up clumsily.
"How'd you sleep, sis" Cocoapaw asked
"I slept good and you" Spiderfang said
"Good but at the end I had a strange dream" Cocoapaw said
"Tell me about it. I've never had an intresting dream." Spiderfang badgered
"I didn't say it was interesting but ok" Cocoapaw said then told her sister about her dream.
"Wow. You are so lucky. You have got to be the youngest kit ever to have gotten a sign from Starclan, much less have a connection to them." Spiderfang said
Cocoapaw smiled proudly at her sister's bragging about her.
Their mom took them out of the den into the camp and all the way Spiderfang was bragging at how lucky her sister was and how her sister had a connection with Starclan.
4 moons later
Spiderfang and Cocoapaw walked to fourtrees to attend the meeting. All the leaders were gathered the rock to talk. Firestar called Cocoapaw and Spiderfang up to the rock because they were now warriors and there was a prophecy that Cocoapaw needed to tell but she wouldn't do it without Spiderfang. As they walked to highrock to give the prophecy, all the other clans started coming and the other three leaders climbed high rock only then did they demand full attention to the crowd.
"Attention!!" Firestar yowled getting everyones attention "Cocoapaw and Spiderfang from my clan, Thunderclan, have something to say. You may begin"
Cocoapaw stepped forward and said "There is a new prophecy and there are desisions to make and many hard ones at that."
Spiderfang then stepped forward to give her part "All clans will make desisions, Shadowclan, Riverclan, Windclan, and Thunderclan but the clan that has the hardest desision to make is" Spiderfang paused for affect and Cocoapaw picked up "is the clan that i have the most connection to, Starclan." Cocoapaw frowned "Starclan wants me and Spiderfang to come join them."
"But we want the clans opionions" Spiderfang finished
"All in favor of us finding Starclan, please yowl" Cocoapaw said listening for the yowlings hearing many yowls
"All in favor of us staying please yowl" Spiderfang said listening hearing the same amount
"It seems there is an equal number" Firestar said
Cocoapaw crawled into her den that night but didn't go to sleep instead later she snuck out to find Starclan.

[gingertail98]

Before anyone is like 'oh you need a screen shot Toxic!' Toxic does have my permission!

[Pharaoh]

Name - Chairde a Shábháil
Translation - Saving Grace
Nickname - Grace or Gracie
Owner - Amanda Claire Beck

Number - 39
Gender - Mare
Age - 8 years, 3 months, 21 days
Weight - 997 lbs
Height - 14.7 hh
Dam/Sire - Unknown/Unknown
Genetics Test - 100 Percent TB

Kingdom - Animalia
Phylum - Chordata
Class - Mammalia
Order - Perissodactyla
Family - Equidae
Genus - Equus
Species - Equus ferus
Latin - Equus ferus caballus
English - Thorougbred


Introduction - Hello there! My name is Amanda Beck, and I'm the co-owner and co-founder, alongside my dad, of the Whispering Willow Stables. Yeah, it's a fine place to retire a horse. So you're interested in taking a look, eh? Sounds fine to me, just don't bug any of our residents. If you have any questions, let me know. Oh, you do? You want to know the story behind our most amazing horse? Well, that's a strange request, but sure, I'll shoot! You've probably heard of her, no? If not, I'll dazzle you. Her name is Chairde a Shábháil, "Saving Grace." She's the most amazing mare I've ever been privileged to meet.

As you can probably guess, she's my horse. Yes, my little baby Grace! She's definitely very beautiful, mild-mannered, gentle, and yet still horse-tough through and through. Never thought I'd be so fortunate, you know? It's as if fate was the divining light that brought us together. You say you don't know about her? Well, she's a news-worthy show girl if I ever saw one! You really don't know? Well, I can show you to her, but first, have a seat; I need to tell you all about Grace, just so you can be sure you don't get confused or have any mix-ups...

Description - We'll begin crafting our horse as we do any desirable model, starting with a large lump of clay. The clay must be lightweight, but strong and thick, to replicate any shape you can imagine. Now start crafting the clay with your hands; if you use tools, it won't be the perfectly natural look, and will just be robotic and machine-made. We always use our hands when we work, so you must feel the clay and see the shape it will soon take.

This shape must be larger than anything you've ever done before. Though it is still small, you're to be creating a horse of true magnificence and beauty. Now, the build of the clay must be strong, made with powerful strokes and a steady hand. The bones should always remain thick and yet delicate; they can never break, obviously, but must be able to move without breaking other things as a consequence. Strokes must be long, and contain as much strength and mass and ability as your hands put into them. Now

The hooves must all be equal. Make their size as even as possible, and remember the size. They are average for a horse, but small and light in their design. They reflect the power of the legs, and finish off the long strides with something to cause any artist great envy. As if they are a word, a single word, that throws itself across the page we call Earth, making turns and changing itself up to be something pleasant and desirable. These very hooves must be able to help bring tears to eyes and soften many of otherwise cold hearts as they trot about powerfully.

The tail is a blunt bob, as any horse, and has yet to be adorned. Small and strong, able to hold itself up under the weight of all the hair. We'll have to decorate it later, along with adding a very silky mane. Let's smooth out the neck, making sure to be careful around where the hair will soon enough be placed. We must work down to the back, giving it the slight dip, specifically making it noticeable between the withers and the point of the croup.Follow the body lines to contour an appropriate shape.

The face must be done last, of course, so your hands are soft and gentle on the delicate details. Start around the poll, creating the thinest layer of clay to later form ears. These ears must be very small indeed, as if they were newborn ears. It doesn't make a difference on most horses when it comes to ear size, but here, it'll be what gives this horse a little bit more of a defining shape. Down to the muzzle must be smooth, with the grooves and delicate indentations that form what we call a face. They are what makes this horse look most like a horse.

Time at last to apply the hairs. The first layer is your coat, the softest and finest chestnut cloth available. Carefully cut it to shape, and set it up so that it enhances the little details on the clay sculpture, and does not cover them up. As you do so, be especially careful around the face. As you work, you should begin to feel the horse almost breath beneath you. It should be as if it is only just starting to come to life, for in fact, it is. The color of the coat is important, the placement is absolutely specific, and all of this sets us up for the rest of the horse.

Next you select the hairs for your mane and tail. They are the matching, identical twins in this world of immense color. A shade of difference and the horse will not be proper. So choose your brilliant chestnut color wisely. You must stroke out with a very fine brush all the hairs, first individually, then more and more together, until you have a tail. Gently stitch and sew it on, as it is very fragile indeed. You must do the same for the mane, only this time sew on each hair individually. Now you've got a few steps left.

Eyes. Eyes are another key divining point on a horse of such brilliance. They must be a stunning shade of green, approximately the shade known as Pigment Green. They are very large, gazing out at the world with such wonder and curiosity. Capture those emotions and paint them into the perfect green eyes. Once you have completed this rigorous task, you may ever-so-carefully place them on the horse. Lightly sew the backs in, so that they stay but are movable when the horse desires a view or a gaze.

It's time to paint the hooves. Choose a shade of grey, somewhere between dark grey and silver, to adorn the hooves with. The color should be similar to that grey used in the hooves of horses. If you can get the grey to look like that, you've done your job well. Paint the two back hooves in downward strokes with the pretty grey color. Then paint the remaining right hoof grey. Now your task is to take a shade of gold called Flax and paint the remaining left hoof. Keep this gold out, along with the green of the eyes, for the last step.

Now the best part of all, and the final step to completion of the horse. You must create a wonder so impossible it is easily believable. You will paint your horse. Take the same shade of gold, and make stripes. A ribbon wrapping around the neck, following the lines of the horse as if it was a necklace to be worn. Then around the upper part of the neck, like a choker. Next paint the area between the fetlock and the canon. Then one that wraps around the face near the muzzle, which also follows the bones along the face up along the bones of the eye.

Finally, you must get out your green color. Paint over every band of gold except the lines following around the ribbons over the eyes. Mind that you leave a border of gold around each green space, or painting it gold will have been for nothing. Once you've done this, finnish off by painting a band from the gold around the face up between the gold leading along the facial muscles, stopping somewhere on the forehead. You have now completed the beautiful horse that we all call Gracie.

Personality – Grace is an amazing horse in so many aspects, it's hard to even describe her personality! Alright, let's start with an angel. Cross with a kangaroo, and a rabbit, and a very sweet housecat, and a mild-mannered secretary, and maybe a few other things I can't quite think of at the moment, and you get Grace! She's as calm as a sot breeze on a sunny day, as sweet as honey and cream, gentle to all manner of creatures and critters and people. Yet she's born to fly, with powerful legs and a mighty jump that can touch the stars.

First, though, I'd like to describe her angelic disposition. She's a horse that will sit in a corner and take all the love you can give her, and more. Often Grace will call to me, just to nuzzle my hand and show me that she loves me. She does enjoy the attention her kindness brings, too, and absolutely adores when we have children over. She's the kind of lovable horse I use around the little ones, especially when we're teaching the young kids how to ride for the first time. Which leads me to her second attribute, her gentle nature.

Gentle only begins to cover her. She's as calm as a pool of still water, though she wasn't always like that. Mostly she's a very soft spirit, who accepts discipline and even gives it to other horses on occasion. What a sight to see she is, though, especially for those with a fear of horses. She moves so slowly with beginners, and is never harsh or give any cause for fright. It's almost as if she understands that we can be afraid too, and she doesn't want anyone or anything to feel that way. However, she doesn't normally end up frightened herself.

Now, she's not one to be easily spooked at all. She tends to linger in the open crowds freely, and is quite a spectacle in parades and such. One of the few horses to not buck and jump about amid the lights, sounds, confetti, and candy. It's as if her place is right in the middle of the crowd, as the star of the show and a wonder to behold. She's a bit of a vain horse like that, always getting into trouble to be admired. She loves to be petted and told she's gorgeous; and because she is, she gets to hear it all the time!

Positives
Brave
Not Easily Scared
Loving
Gentle
Calm
A Sweetheart

Negatives
Vain
Overly Determined
Hates Losing
Understands Quite A Lot

Favorites
Winning
Being Admired
Being Loved
Jumping As Far As She Can
Running Fast For Long Distances

Hates
Losing
Injuries
Branding
Anyone Who Hurts Another
Wolves And Some Big Dogs
New, Strange, And Unknown Things

History - The sky was the richest of blues, almost as if it were made of diamonds. A few lazy clouds drifted by, but nothing to mar the beautiful sky. On this day a young foal awoke, to see the world for the first time. She was alone in a small field, somewhere up in the mountains. Pine trees ringed her, and aside from the little breaths she drew in and puffed out, all was perfectly silent. She blinked her sleepy eyes open and looked around, expecting to see someone waiting for her. She was broken to find only empty silence.

The little filly trotted about, still a bit wet from birth, but already eager to get going on the world. She knew the others couldn't be too far away. She was here, and how far could a horse get? What she didn't realize was that horses could run, and she still couldn't even do that. She was practically a newborn, and was still so helpless and lost. It didn't add to the situation that she was so little, and the world was so big. Nobody else, not a single soul. No birds or rabbits or mice or anything. Just the silence to fill her little beating heart.

-

It was the morning of my sixth birthday, you see. Clear blue skies, brilliant sunshine, and I was just so eager to be up and at the world. Today was the day I knew I'd get my first horse, like my father, and his father, stretching back generations. I was an only child, but that didn't stop me from being loved by a big family. Just, no brothers or sisters. However, when I woke up on this strange morning, I felt so empty and alone. As if I expected to see someone, and nobody was there. The feeling didn't last, though, and I hurried off to my birthday breakfast.

-

It was several weeks later that the little filly decided she would need to rest. Light sleep was taking its toll on her, and she curled up for a nap. After that little nap, she was off again, wearing herself thin in the steep inclines and declines of the mountainous terrain she had been born to. She was beginning to hear other wildlife, and on occasion she would see it too. But it was a rare occurrence for the little horse. She had just come to accept the fate she had been given. So she persevered and never stopped walking.

It was a year of loneliness before the filly began to grow too tired to continue. Eventually she would collapse for hours at a time, and not be able to move. So she gave up on the walking and searching and hoping. Instead, she found a little nook in the trees and fell asleep. She slept a whole day, and a little into the night, before waking up hungry. After a good meal, she slept some more, and that pattern continued for a long time. Soon enough, though, she was on her way.

-

When I was seven, I began to feel very exhausted. Not sure why, but it lingered and came and went. I tried to sleep as much as I could, but nothing ever helped. I just felt tired, weak, hungry, and alone all of the time. We went to see a doctor, but they said nothing was wrong. I just needed more sleep. So I kept trying to sleep, and hoped that soon enough it would all be over and done with.

-

Her first chance and glimmer of hope at finding her family came when she heard something running through the trees. She tried to chase after it, and saw the last of a line of horses. But they weren't like her. They carried strange creatures, which she would later learn were humans. They wouldn't stop for her cries, and she had never practiced running before. So she kept up for thirty or so seconds, and then lost them. Defeated, she knew what she had to do.

She found another little field, bigger than the one she'd been born in, and began to work. First on getting around quickly. Then on a steadier gallop. As she worked, she would grow tired and defeated. But it didn't stop her from working, and it never would. She continued to race hard and fast, and never let anything slow her down and make her hurt. She had to find her way to a better place. And the faster she was, the better she would be.

She trained for a long period of time, and never even kept track of how long it took. It took her three years before she decided she was ready. A lot of training, but she was the fastest thing she'd ever seen after that. And now she was no longer a filly. She had became a full-grown mare. She tested her skills by winding in and out of the trees, and soon enough, she was ready. So she continued on her journey to find more horses, but instead of wandering aimlessly through the mountains, she decided to go uphill, and follow the peak of the mountain along.

Another year of travel passed, and she managed to get very far. She could see in the distance a very strange-looking pile of rubble, organized into what appeared to be a functioning hive of humans. Those strange horse-riding humans. She'd seen a couple more of those horses later on in her journey, but had suddenly realized something. All she knew still lay ahead, and she was deciding her own destiny. So she decided her destiny lay further along the mountains, and not with those horses.

It was another year that the mare discovered her true fate. She was running along happily, when she heard something very strange. It was a growl, or a rumble, or something like that. And then she saw the ring of dogs. Wolves, specifically, all surrounding her and eager for a meal. They barked out things in a strange language she'd never learned. After all, with not a soul to teach her, she couldn't talk, let alone understand others. Only her strangely organized thoughts were her friend.

The wolves paced around her evilly, licking their lips and preparing for the kill. The first one charged and snapped, and she managed to kick it back with her powerful legs. Rearing up, she knocked another away, but they kept getting up and coming. So she had to rethink her strategy. As she did so, one bit her back leg, causing a shooting pain to ripple through her. She knocked clear a path, and began to run. She ran fast and hard, but the wolves were on her heels. Nipping and barking and growling angrily. She kept running, afraid for her life.

The test came rather quickly. A steep drop-off that was a great distance from one side to the other, and she was low on time. Without a second thought she jumped, knowing no horse could ever clear such a distance. But she did. Her hooves barely scraped the dirt, and she pulled herself up triumphantly. A few wolves followed but fell short, tumbling to their doom. The excitement she felt was overwhelming.

-

It was when I was twelve, just doing some dishes. I felt a strange, itching pain in my leg. I scratched it and it went away, but it was a strange pain to begin with. I ignored it and continued with my work, thinking I must've been bitten by something like a spider. As I thought, however, a strange feeling of elation and success came over me. I wasn't close to finishing the dishes, so this feeling that I had done something great was rather odd and out of place. Oh well.

-

The wound in the mare's leg festered and grew disgusting, but she didn't let it stop her. The bad limp was nothing too concerning in her mind. It was just a painful little wound that would heal eventually. Problem was, it didn't. She grew weaker and weaker, and slowly lost her focus. She began wandering again, and was hopelessly lost and alone. She couldn't figure out what she had done to deserve this, and soon she was crippled and immobile. She lay down, fell asleep, and...

Waking up, she found herself surrounded by strange creatures. The humans. They stroked her and gently cooed and coddled about her. Eventually they managed to stand her up, and get her into a strange container of metal. She felt trapped and scared, but a sudden feeling of calmness washed over her. She looked outside a small window to see a beautiful girl, human, and very young. The girl caught her eye, and the two stared for a long time at one another. Then, they were off.

The ride was rather interesting, as there were other horses in this same container. They made noise and called out to her, but she couldn't understand them. She didn't speak at all. She was six years old and couldn't speak a word. Eventually she picked up what they meant, her intelligence coming in handy. She could sort of understand what they said by their tone of voice, and how they spoke of certain things. Though she couldn't reply, they kept talking to her, and she was put at ease.

When they reached their destination, it was a beautiful stable. The place was old and run-down, but to the six-year-old mare, it was just perfect for a home. She easily took to her new stable, and rested up very well. When she was awakened, a strange woman in white with odd, frightening tools, stood beside her. The girl was there too, though, and spoke comforting things into the mare's ear. The woman bound the mare's leg, and the pain began to dull.

-

The day I met Grace was the best day of my life. She caught my gaze and held it, constantly, and seemed to trust me. That's more than I can say about any other horse, especially my little Prize. Grace was the kind of horse that never feared me, or anything I did. She trusted me entirely, and never doubted my decisions. It was amazing to meet her, and I'm so grateful.

-

The girl, who the mare came to know as Mandy-May, was always very kind. Two more years went by, and the mare learned to speak to other horses, trot, lope, canter, gallop, and even walk properly. It was such a great experience for both Amanda and the mare. The mare was never named, just always got called 'The Mare' or 'That Mare'. The reason for it, according to the other horses, was that Amanda and her father intended to sell her eventually. They already had five horses, and didn't need a sixth. But they never got around to doing it.

The annual Show Jumping competition was coming up, and the star horses owned by the Becks were very enthusiastic. Prize walked about talking up a storm on how he'd win, and the mare would just listen and laugh. She didn't really understand the whole Show Jumping thing, but the other horses loved it, and so she decided to play along and have a good laugh too. It was something she learned more and more about.

Amanda took her out to graze in the arena, which was old and unused. While the mare grazed, Amanda went off and saddled up her star jumper, Prize. Sir Prize In A Tux was his full name, and he was the best of any show. As she hopped up and began running him around in the newer, better arena. He didn't have the best of luck that day, though, and as he made a great jump, he fell, twisting his leg and unable to get up. Amanda's right leg was caught under him, not at an angle that would injure her more than bruising, but enough to keep her from moving.

The mare heard Amanda's cry, and knew what she had to do. Racing full-speed, she leaped over the gate enclosing her arena, and raced over to clear the gate of the new arena. Both were fences that no horse was supposed to be able to jump, at least not so easily. The mare managed to get Prize up and off of Amanda long enough to get the girl free. Amanda's parents hurried out to see what was going on, and they were surprised to see Amanda smiling, eyes wide with shock, fear, and excitement. They had their winner.

It was two weeks to the big Show Jumping competition. The prize money was $2,000. And the worst news was yet to come. Amanda's mother hadn't been doing so well lately. She'd been in to see a doctor, and discovered she had cancer. A little bit on her nose, nothing serious. The operation would take a day, and the only available time was during the Show Jumping contest. Even if it was a small competition, held by the horse owners in the area, it was still sad news. It was made worse, too, by the fact that the two horses that did Show Jumping, Prize and Moon, were either injured or without a rider.

The biggest bit of bad news came that same day, too. The family was exactly $2,000 short of being able to afford the operation. Yes, the exact amount that was to be won. It was hopeless until Amanda brought up some good news; she retold the tale of how the mare had come to save her. So it was decided. The mare would compete for the money, and even if she didn't have any formal training, she had heart, and that was the most important thing to have.

-

I remember getting ready for the competition. It was the scariest moment of my life. I put on my helmet, got into my outfit and gear, and then saddled up and prepped the mare. She needed a name to be entered into the show, I knew, and I selected mine wisely. I named her Chairde a Shábháil, which was Gaelic for Saving Grace. She had been my saving grace indeed. The longest part was when we first trotted into the arena. It was the best and worst time of my life. Leaning forward, I started Grace off. "Let's go." I whispered into her ear, and we made the first jump...

Kin -
Sire- Unknown
Dam- Unknown
Other Relatives- Unknown
Stud- None
Offspring- None

Other – Finally finished!

[Werschaf]

I send "The Agency" an PM. WOuld somebody be so kind and read it?
thank you.
( I hope I didn't do something wrong. english is not my mothertongue so please don't get annoyed)

[sealsnoot]

Adoption Form

Pet's ID Tag:
72

Name You'd Choose for It:
Enna Luna

Gender:
Female

Reason You Want It:
She is pretty and I don't have many feline characters; Why do you even want to know?

History/Background/Other:

Enna Luna
Luna is a black cougar/puma/mountain lion, and she isn't afraid to prove it!
Enna Luna was named after Arenstous Ennas(Her father) and Luna Eclipse(Her mother).
Her unique markings represent her creative personality and the fact she loves night and is very adventurous.
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Enna Luna was born on Semptember 2, 1999 in London, England(In captivity). She is 10 years of age and she left her parents when she was 3 years old(When she went to a Canadian game reserve). She lives in a Canadian mountain game reserve in Yukon Territory(Rocky Mountain Reserve).
She has lived in the wilderness for 7 years. When she was 5 she got moved out of the game reserve and onto the main reserve. She has lived in the wilderness for most of her life.
3 months ago a hunter short her back leg and she went to America to be treated. She was put into rehabilitation 9 weeks ago. When her leg had fully healed she was put up for adoption to private animal owners. Since she had lived in captivity now for 3 years, 3 months, 1 week they decided to keep her in captivity. She was boughten by a researcher, 2 weeks ago. Now, 1 week later, she has been put up for adoption again. Who will be her lucky new owner?

Personality
Luna is very caring, and she is protective, fierce and loyal. SHe is quick thinking and smart, adventurous, creative, loving, swift, strong, nice and sweet. She is not afriad to fight and she feels the more friends she has the better.

Motto(s)
"Love is your key to happiness"
&
"Forever love, forever live"
&
"Let the music play all night long"

Song
Turn Tomorrow Into Yesterday

Human Likes
Exploring, hanging out with friends, reading, singing, writing, drawing, playing guitar, acting, playing piano, playing flute, swimming, painting, hiking, watching tv/playing computer games, having picnics, cool weather, cloudy days, rain, lightning, peanut butter, chocolate, cinnamonn & sugar on buttered toast(MMM), fire works, disneyland, stitch(Lelo & stitch), spirit stallion of the cimmaron, alice in wonderland, harry potter, jacob, vampires, werewolves, lord of the rings, wizards, elves, anime, manga, music, animals and wolf's rain

Human dislikes
Brain damage music, hard rock music, really bright sunny days, hot days, pooh, nekos/hybrids, stupid rps, stupid books, obvious questions, annoying people, tuna fish, shakes/malts, johny rockets, malls, carnavals, fairs, clique girls, popular people, criminals and people who ruin her day

Human Looks
Middle hight teenager, slim, long black hair

Anthro looks
Same thing except she wears clothes

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

I"m sorry if it's to long....

[Lighty]

I has a question. Are we allowed to birds up for adoption here? I have a couple of old designs I worked REALLY hard on, but they are all birds so...?

[Pharaoh]

I'd say sure. After all, I've seen birds get adopted from other places, and it wouldn't seem very Agency to turn down a character in need! -shrugs- But that's just my opinion, the staff may say differently.