[Fitch]

A Kiamara is a wolf-like creature. They have long, fluffy manes on the top of their heads, running down between their shoulders. They all have spots on their bodies- a trait in which will never be bred out of their DNA. They also have feathers- every Kiamara is given feathers when they reach the age of 2 years old. Their diet consists of fruit as well as meat- they prey on similar creatures that wolves would. Kiamara can be very shy before they get to know you. Can you win a Kiamara's heart?

Okay; hey there. c: I'm that mysterious, procrastinating guest artist you may have heard of. Previously Taliska, had a name change.
also my handwriting ; A ;
and woah this took a while |D
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This kiamara was based off somewhere between this palette and this song. :> I haven't got a particular gender in mind, so feel free to decide for yourself.
To win this darling, simply fill out this form;

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name;;
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extra 1;;
extra 2;


regarding the extras, it could be personality, interview, artwork, story - I'm interested in what you decide on c': ( but only two pieces of art per extra. So if you allotted out two extras for art, that would be four pieces etc etc. )
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Prettifying the form is a wonderful thing and allowed :> defining the name does not count as an extra.
The hexcodes, apart from one, are all on the palette link.

enddate; April 21st
c: which gives you plenty of time to work on your entries.
Good luck!
Won by Lana. c:

[Craynie]

“ｉ ｌｉｋｅ ｔｈｅ ｎｉｇｈｔ． ｗｉｔｈｏｕｔ ｔｈｅ ｄａｒｋ， ｗｅ'ｄ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｓｅｅ ｔｈｅ ｓｔａｒｓ．”

extra 2;
Name;
Shearah
Age:
4 years , though she acts like shes 2
shes very playful and has a mind of a child
Gender:
Female , just in case you didn't know
Personality:
Shearah is a calm
and peaceful
She isn't very
rough or harmful
Though shes very
playful with her friends
Though alot of kimaras
don't understand her well
Shealso likes to be alone ,
though only at night
Her favorite thing to do
is watch the stars
Her dream is to find a
shooting star
She belives that if she
does she could have a wish
Though she also like feathers
She collects them , give to others ..
She likes to decorate the children
when they young and teach them
She is very trustworthy
When she promises something
she keeps her word..
One of her favorite sports is to swim.
She loves to fish and so
she catches all of them for her pack
She can hold her breath
for 2 mintues straight
She is very curios and likes to sneak around
She can tell if you are hiding
something or lieing

username;;
Cayla , or call me Cal
Kay is fine or Alyac , my name backwords
Name ;;
Shearah or Shea for short
as a girl's name is of Aramaic origin,
and the meaning of Shera is "brightness"
i was named that because of when
i was born my mother saw a bright
light in the sky , it landed far away
and then she saw something no one else has ever seen
the sky opened and then her eyes lit up
and then a hundred colors and soft clouds
surrounded by millions of stars ..
and then suddenly i was born that night
my mother thought the bright lights
where a sign , and so i was named
but my mother never knew if its was
a dream or was it real..
and so i have always wanted to find out
gender;;
Female
extra 1;;

Hi My name is Shearah,I am a Kiamara and i live in the Forrests of Assam.
I live with my pack in a den underground and roam the forrests by night in search of food.

I know the others do not understand me at all.. I get distracted easily by the night sky where the moon shines so bright in the dark sky and the stars twinkle like tiny lights, reminding me always just how small we are.

My biggest wish or dream is to see a falling star and make a wish on it, because i have been told by the elders of the pack how rare and magical a falling star is, and that whatever you wish for is sure to come true!

My wish i know is not a regular wish and I will share it with you, I have once seen a magical creature that walks on two legs, not four.
And with long hair and feathers hanging from it, Not fur,
a beautiful voice that sings and not howls,
and i want so much to be transformed..

So i sit night after night, when everyone has gone to sleep, just staring up into the night sky, watching, waiting, hoping, dreaming....For that special star to fall..My star...
The others don't understand at all, they think i am strange, But i believe i was once not in the body i am now, that once i was something or someone else...
When i dream i see visions of myself running through the deep, dark forrest..Branches scratching my face..and i have legs, two legs and hands to move the foliage away as i run..
Is that another dream or was that really me??
My heart aches for the unknown..

One night, on a particularly bright and clear night when all the others were asleep in the den, i sat outside looking into the night sky and then it happened.. i saw it... My heart raced and my ears pricked and i knew this was the moment i had been waiting for all my life!!
There across the sky the brightest falling star i had ever seen..
I wanted to call out for the others to come look, for they never believed..
But i also did not want to ruin my chance..
So i pinched my eyes closed as hard as i could and wished as hard as my heart beat....
I wished and wished and wished...
The wind picked up in the trees and i could hear it howl and leaves that were caught in the wind brushed against me..I opened my eyes and the star was gone...
I was devastated, had a dreamed it?? I went to sleep, curled up outside the den, heartbroken... i was still me...

I awoke the next morning to the birds in the trees and growling..
Slowly i opened my eyes to find the whole pack around me.. growling angrily.. I opened my eyes fully and jumped up alarmed at their hostility, i asked what's wrong??? But they were barking and i did not understand them?? WHY???
i panicked and started yelling at them to stop and they ran off into the woods, away from me like they were afraid of me?
I ran to the nearby stream, we drank from, i felt strange and wobbly and uneven footed, i bent down to drink and in the crystal stream i saw.. i saw what had frightened the pack so..
It was me.. But i was not me... Not anymore!!!!
For there staring at me was my dream..? by me


Star Gazer
Wondering with stars,
Studying how old they are,
Wrapped in mystery.
Soaring through the sky,
A tail of colors follow,
Landing on the earth

by dizzy blossoms.

[Rivkah]

reserving this is just wow o3o

[snil]

Dorpping out, i don't stand a chance xD

[squid!]

"At least I can say I tried."

{:: username;; Squid!
name;; Aloura
I just thought it fit her well. Aloura means powerful and complete, and that's what she is to me. There is not a thing missing on her, making her a beautiful Kiamara and a powerful one as well. Aloura also means intellectual, and this Kia looks very much so to me. I just love the design so much! C:
gender;; Female
She really looks like a girl because of her lashes. C: I love Kia's and I'm really hoping that this beauty will be my first <3
extra 1;; Coming soon- Art
extra 2; Coming soon - Story:

I've done this before, I tell myself, Aloura, you are a strong, structured girl. This is just another challange that will shape who you will be later on in life. I know I do this a lot to myself; I give motivational speaches to myself whenever I need it. Hey, who else will? As an orphan, I had a group of tight-knit friends. We were very close and loved doing thigns together. And although life at the orphanage wasn't the best, at least I had a family of sorts. We were a group of misfits, let's just say. The odds and ends of the orphanage all piled into one group. And so that's why it was so hard to say goodbye to them.
It was so odd. I had lived in the orphanage all my life, and it seemed like a sort of home to me. But no, I was plucked up like a blue bell in a pasture and sent to my Foster home. The orpanage mother reassured me, "It is a nice old couple who is just dying to have the company of a younger child."
To this, Aloura crossed her arms, "I'm not a child, I am fifteen years old!" Even while she was saying this, she felt childish. And then, unexpected tears fell from her eyes, stinging like salt on a wound.
I look out the window and watch the mail boxes and houses pass me by. It is a retirement street, which means that all the houses are identical, cookie-cutter homes. It sickens me. I have always longed for individuality, and living in a home like this will just make me a plain old Kia, who was raised in an orphanage because she was abandoned by her parents as a baby.
I put my bangs down over my face so that the driver can't see the tears of hopelessness running down my face. Tears are a sign of weakness, so I hastily wipe them away and look down until the car stops alongside a house with brown windowboxes holding blue flowers of sorts.
There is an old Kia woman and man, holding hands. I glare out of the tinted windows, knowing they can't see me. The old Kia woman is wearing spectacles on her nose and the man has hearing aids. I roll my eyes and put a paw on my face- this is going to be a trip. The driver opens my door and I step out, dragging my tiny suit case behind me. The grinding noise fades away as the old couple comes near me, offering to get me a drink, take my coat, get me some food, show me the house, and more.
The man's voice is rough and sandpapery; like a cat's toung. The woman's is like honey- sweet and sincere and honest and innocent. Their voices complement eachother perfectly.
The green grass is trimmed ot the perfect length and the driveway is short and clear, not a dapple or anything on the smooth, black surface. I feel myself hating it for it's perfection.
"I'm Susan, but you can call me anything you want, really." The old Kia woman says, and I can already read her; the person who wants to please everybody, and cannot say no to save her life. Although I haven't dealt with many older people, I have always found it easy to read and calculate other Kia's.
"I'm Peter. Call me Peter." The old man laughs with the woman, and I force out a fake laugh, hoping to get this off to a good start. I'm not fooling Susan, "Oh, sweetie. Come on inside and tell us your story."
I blink about how straight-forward she was being- usually people didn't ask me about my past. She puts a paw on my back and I follow her inside. The hairs on my back raise where she put her paw. I walk up the granite steps, into the cookie-cutter home. The wroght-iron rails are black and polished to shine in the watery sun. I wipe my paws off on the brown doormat before I wordlessly walk in. The cream-colored carpet is fuzzy, without a stain in sight. I plop down on a brown leather sofa. Susan and Peter come in and sit on the couch opposite to me, putting my suitcase beside me gingerly. As if just putting my suitcase down wrong would be subject for me to judge. And they are probably right.
"Now, Aloura, we were so happy when we learned that you were coming to live with us." Peter starts in his rough voice, "Our life has been so empty ever since our eldest son moved out."
Susan nods, "Yes, and we just want you to know that you can tell us anything. If you are unhappy, please just say so."
I look at my paws, but listen intently. I hate it. The pity, the 'we are trying to make you happy' attitude, the everything. I am mad at everything right now and am in no mood to talk. Just listen.
There is a thick silence at that moment, and then Peter claps his paws together, "Alright, do you want the grand tour of the house?" I nod at the ground and get up with slumped shoulders.
"I'll go get some cookies. Aloura, do you like chocolate chip or peanut butter?" And there it was. The willingness to do twice the cooking just for my arrival. I mumble, "Peanut butter." and Susan bustles away to get some.
Peter turns to me, "You ready?" He asks, and without my responce (probably because he wasn't expecting to get one) he turned the corner into the dining room, "This is where we eat." He says simply. Then he turns to the stairs and makes his way up them.
I nod when apropriate and say, "Okay" when I need to, but I'm mostly in a daze when we finally reach my bedroom door.
Peter turns to me with anticipation, "You ready, Aloura?" He asks, with excitement in his voice. I can already tell that him and Susan spent months trying to piece together a room that would both fit me well and be practical. I am right.
I litterally gasp when I see the room. The floor is made of dark cherry wood and has a light brown floor rug on it. I have a loft bed that hovers above the floor enough for a little desk to fit under it easily. A light blue ladder dances up the rungs of the bed, leading to a thick comforter of the exact same color. My pillow is lacy, brown and blue, and large. I can tell it's a feather pillow, my favorite. Without thinking of my previous attitude towards coming to live here, I leap onto my bed, barely touching the ladder. I face-plant into my fluffy feather pillow and close my eyes. When I look up, Peter had gone. I take a closer look at the room. There is a large picture window that takes up a full wall. There are light brown drapes that fade into light blue at the ends on either side of it. A few honey-colored lamps light up the open room. The walls are light blue with brown spots and swirls. On one wall, there is a detailed brown and blue feather. I really love how the room matches my colors. Susan and Peter had obviously put a lot of thought into it.
I get up and slide down the ladder with ease. I note the closet in the corner of the room and open the door. I gasp once again. A walk-in closet. At the orphanage, I had a chest that held my only two outfits onder my bed. Here, there was possibilities for many outfits and more. Although the closet is empty. A little let down, I turn away from the closet, shutting the door. But then, something catches my eye. I take a second look and notice that Susan had put up a note on the far wall of the closet:
"Aurora, I hope you like your room.
I'm going to take you shopping after dinner tonight for clothes to fill this closet right up."
I smile at the little smily face she drew at the bottom of the note. I turn off the light and take in the little details I hadn't noticed about the room before. As well as the desk under my loft bed, there is also a canvas to paint on with the paints they had set out before it. There is an egg-shaped seat hanging from the ceiling in another corner, facing outside the window. A large painting of blue and brown feathers hangs on another wall.
I climb my ladder again and plop down, staring out the window. A red bird pecks at the branch just outside the window. It peers in at me. The sun is setting quickly and the large window gives me a great view of the other houses rooftops, and, just above that, a hill with the skyline behind it. Red, purple, and orange streak the sky, and above that, stars are peering through the haze. I breathe in a full breath. I have never had anything to myself, let alone a whole room. I could stay in this room forever, it is just perfect for me.
I smile and again and think to myself, I could get quite used to this.

*****

By dinner time, I have already soaked in everything about the house. How the bathrooms have little bars of soap instead of one big one or liquid, how the dining room always has the scent of rose petals, and even how the kitchen has the distinct smell of cookies. The table is set with glasses and fine, painted, glazed china. Susan pours some sweet tea in my glass and Peter serves me some fruit salad with extra peaches on the side. As I eat, I ask Peter and Susan, "Are there any other kids down the street?"
Susan ponders for a moment before responding, "Yes, I do believe Nina lives down the road from here with her grandparents." she leans in close, "If and when you meet her, don't ask about her parents. She still gets very emotional." then, she leans back in her seat, "You two will get along fine. She is a little younger than you, but you should appreciate her company. You have all summer to get used to her."
I nodded, still eating. My guards went up a little when she mentioned that Nina had parent problems. I am no good at helping people with their problems. I have so many of my own; plus I only like to talk about my own. I guess I am selfish in that way, but it's part of who I am. Every rose has it's thorn, after all.
I had dealt with younger kids at the orphanage, so I am used to that. I'm now just worried that I will bring up her parents and get sucked into even more family problems than I already have.
At this point, I don't really need to try to enjoy myself- Susan and Peter are just full of stories about when they were young and travled the world. But, like many teenaged Kia's, I feel conflicted. I am angry for some reason, and uncomfortable, and excited and happy. And having all of these conflicting emotions is putting me on edge. But for now, I push the feelings away and try to enjoy myself in this shallow, story-filled land instead of pondering my deeper emotions in the deep end of the 'pool.'
Thinking of pools reminds me of the time the orphange brought us all to the pool. I was always so afraid of jumping into the deep end off of the high dive. It wasn't until my friend Robby pushed me off the high dive when I started to enjoy jumping in. Once I let myself be pushed out of my comfort zone, I was free to have lots and lots of fun.
I want to jump off of the deep end. I want to have fun and live my life with these amazing people who try so hard for me. But I really can't. I don't know why, I'm just not ready yet.
Before I know it, a couple cookies and a glass of milk is placed out in front of me. I eat quickly, eager to go shopping with Susan. I have never been shopping, besides the time the orphanage went with our house mother to buy some food from a surplus store. I really want new clothes, I barely have any. And, frankly, I want to look as pretty as possible for this new friend in Nina I may have.
When I'm done eating the marvelous cookies, Peter takes my plate and says, "You girls have fun now, you hear?" Susan chuckles and I smile, and we head out the door.
It is late, and there are stars dancing in the early summer sky. I feel like the world is my oyster, and I can do anything. Susan opens the door to her car and I hop in the front.
"You know, I used to be a fashion designer for a big company," she tells me, "So I am really good with dressing models. What type of thing are you looking for?" She pulls out of her smooth, black drive way and out of the retirement village, which now seems a lot less cold and distant to me.
As we pull onto the highway, I say, "Well, probably a dress or two. And some shorts. I really like feathers. And blue and brown. Did I tell you that I love my room?"
Susan shakes her head, smiling, "No, but one can tell." I smile peacfully and stare out into the darkness. I fiddle with my feather earrings absent mindedly until Susan pulls into a relatively close-to-home strip mall. I hadn't noticed it on the way here.
She finds a parking space very close to the door, and we walk in together.
"Okay, so maybe we should go to Charlottes' first, they have really nice dresses. And I think I saw a feather dress last time." She smiles and, with a quick side glance at me, swoops into a polished-looking store with shiny walls and a shiny floor, pulling me along with her. For an older woman, she sure is fast. And young in spirit.
Gee, I hope I'm like that when I'm old. I think to myself. Inside Charlottes', there are streamers that span from the floor of the store to the mirrored ceiling. I look up and see my confused face, "Susan, is this some party?" I ask her, turning.
"No- it always looks like this." She explains, taking a cup of pink sherbet from a girl's plate. She hands one to me, "Isn't that stealing?" I ask suspicously.
"No, silly goose! These are hand-outs to make us feel comfortable!" Susan laughs. I laugh too, feeling very much out of my element. I have never been shopping, as I mentioned, so this is going to be a trip for me. The shining, polished surfaces feel unnatural and strange, and the sleek floor makes it hard to get a foot hold. I quickly make my way to the cherry-colored rug that seems to be built into the floor, where racks of clothes hang. I leaf through a few, trying to look like I know what I'm doing.
"You don't want to be in this section; these clothes are for boys!" Susan chuckles, and guides me to where more decorative clothing hangs, along with shoes and pouches as well.
"Look at this, Aloura!" Susan lifts a dress off of the rack, which is pure white with a strip of blue around the waist, and a waterfall of brown feathers running diagonal down the front. My breath catches in my throat and I rush over to it, holding it up in my paws, "How do they have something like this?" I gasp, examining it. This is like my dream dress. I just know it.
Then, I see the price tag, "Susan..." I look up at her, shocked at the high price. She brushes it off, "Hon, you're only young once."
I smile and am suddenly hugging her, jumping up and down, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" I exclaim.
"No problem." Susan smiles, ruffling the fur on my head affectionately. And this time, I don't shake it off.

*****
By the time we return home, late at night, I have gotten enough clothes to give to the entire orphanage. Peter is reading a newspaper by the light of his lamp. He looks up, "Wholy smokes, girl. You sure went all out, huh?" I laugh, and it really isn't forced this time. Susan fetches my some cookies and a hot cocoa while I struggle to get some of the bags through the door.
I sit down on a couch and Susan sits next to me. Together, we pull out the clothes and show Peter, who always says something witty or funny about each piece, that is sharp but somehow manages to be kindly at the same time. Like tough love. Something I have never expirienced before.
I pull out a sparkly tank top that I has taken a liking to at The Walrus Hut, and Peter says, "Gee, and I'll bet you got that at the Seal Hut. Break the bank for a piece of fabric with some pretty sparkles. Now I see how girls work." Susan lovingly bats him on the shoulder, "Hun, she liked it. And I think it's quite pretty on her, she tried it on and everything."
After a few more of these exchanges, I decide to hit the sack, as I am very tired from the day's events and churning emotions. Susan and Peter walk me up and tuck me in, and for once I don't mind getting treated like a little kid.
I fall asleep once my head hits the pillow. I dream of sparkly tops and blue and brown feathers.

*****

In the morning, I have no idea where I am. The sun is shining brightly into my room from my big window and the walls are bright and open. I blink and smile when I realize where I am. No crying kids, no screaming toddlers. No hustling to get a small breakfast, no getting upset when you spill it all over your only outfit for the day. I may even sleep in.
I decide against it when I smell some interesting scent of breakfast waft up the stairs. I smile and turn to my closet, which is full of the clothes I bought last night. I tear down Susan's note to me and put it on my desk. I want to find the perfect outfit for meeting Nina. I want to impress her, and I figure that one of the best ways is in some comfortable, but elegant clothing. I grab my tank top and a blue short skirt and dress quickly, still enticed by the scent of whatever Susan is cooking. I nearly float down the stairs, into the scented kitchen. Peter and Susan turn, "Good morning." They say in unison. Peter turns back to his newspaper and Susan looks back down at what she's making while she says, "Did you sleep well?"
I nod happily, "Yes, I did. I love my room, by the way, Peter."
Peter just smiles at me, "So are you ready to meet Nina? I called her grandmother last night and she says that she is dying to meet you. She has been longing for a friend ever since Robby moved away. She'll meet you by the clearing outside after you eat."
"Cool, of course!" I exclaim, excited for all of this adventure. By the time Susan places the plate of steaming apple and granola, I am literally bouncing up and down in my seat in excitement. I am finally meeting the girl that I will spend the summer with!
When I picture how Nina will be, I am picturing a tall, skinny Kia with pink and black colorings, who wears the best of clothes, and loves to do girl things. I'm not sure why I picture her this way- it's not really the kind of person I would like. Maybe it's the name- Nina. But why would I picture her in the way I didn't want? I confuse myself sometimes.
When I have finished shoveling the delicous food in my mouth, leap up from the table, "Thank you Susan, Peter. It was quite good." Without waiting for their responce, I spring out of the house, pulling on some flip flops as I go.
I nearly fly to the green space I'm running so fast. ANd sure enough, straight on the dot, there is what I think is Nina. And I can't hel pfeeling disappointed. Why do I do this to myself? I ask myself as I plaster on a shaky smile and pad over to her. I always have to set my expectations to impossible hights and then always end up disappointed.
Nina is short and skinny. She is green with odd dapples of white and brown {This isn't based off of a real life KIA by the way XD} Nina is wearing baggy sweats and a regular T shirt. She couldn't be any less like how I expected. She smiles sweetly as I approach her, "Hi, I'm Nina. And you are Aurora. At least I hope, or this would be pretty awkward..." She laughs and trails off for me to pick up.
I do, laughing, "Of course, Nina." I try her name out. It really does roll off the tounge.
She blinks and says, "So do you want to check out the river? I mean, the river bank, that is. It is really neat, alhtough it may sound like a weird thing to you now." I have already figured her out. Nina talks too much for her own good and is never thinking as the words come out of her mouth. I can just tell with this kind of thing.
I shrug, "Sure, why not?" I try to be easy going with this girl, "Sounds fun." Nina smiles and then casts me an odd glance, probably seeing thorugh my fibs.
"It's right down that hill by the drain." She points out, and then scampers off to get there. Nina turns back, "So you live here now?"
"Yup." I answer back plainly. I detect a pattern about myself now. Meet a new person or people, not what I expected. Be short and rude with them, end up loving them.
"So... where did you come from?" Nina asks me, probably trying to strike up a scrap of conversation until we got to the river bank or whatever.
I respond, "An orphanage."
"How did you get there?" Nina shoots back almost immediately. I'm taken aback and cast a glance at her, but she doesn't seem to notice what her question meant to me. I blink a few times. I feel insulted but also a twinge of something else- respect for this strange girl? I realize that I'm so used to everybody tip-toeing around me when the topic of my parents came up that it was very odd to me whenever the topic did come up.
When I don't respond for a second or two, Nina looks at me, "What, Kia got your tounge?"
I snap, "No. And don't ask about my parents please, it's a personal thing."
A hurt expression passes Nina's face before another cheery one replaces it, "Alright, I won't!"
I feel my blood start to boil a little. Her constant, shallow happiness is really grinding on my nerves. I glare at the ground, trying to swallow my anger. This girl is nothing how I imagined her.
When we get to the steep drop into the river bank, I take off my flip flops. The leather of them wouldn't stand a chance in the muddy slushiness of the river bank. The grass is cool on my paws and I feel the dew drops on the grass melt into them. Nina slides on her bottom into the river, leaving a her sweatpants all muddy. I pad down slowly, picking the best route down to the water.
{I just realized I won't be able to finish this in time- I had an epic twist to add too >.< Anyways, this is to be continued (If I get this Kia of course XD) When I was writing this story, I felt my own personality unfolding, as well as my own story. So this Kia has really become almost a part of me. It's pretty cool}

[AWOL]

Some say its a blessing, some say its a curse.

username;; AWOL
name;; Alouette (ah-loo-et); Close friends call her Ally
I chose the name Alouette because her colors reminded me of a nice, innocent bird. However Alouette in french is Lark and she doesn't look like a Lark. But the rhythm, not the lyrics,of the song Alouette is so peaceful and calming. It makes you have a safe feeling. Thats how this Kiamara makes me feel.
gender;; female
extra 1;; Personality
•Kind•
Alouette is probably the sweetest Kia you will ever meet. She is gentle to everyone including other kiamaras, humans, animals, and even insects. Alouette is kind; she would help anyone or anything that needs a hand.
•Dedicated•
If Alouette is doing a favor for someone, she will not stop until they are satisfied. Alouette's way of life is to put others first. No matter how tired, hungry, or upset she is, Alouette is always willing to help someone.
•Depressed periods•
Sometimes when Alouette gives her all she starts to get very depressed. These periods usually last for a couple days. No one knows why she gets so upset, whenever someone asked she would not tell them. During this time she rarely talks and sits under a great oak tree.
•Artistic•
When Alouette has spare time, she loves to paint. She usually paints birds flying over a sunset, soaring in the clouds, or resting on a tree branch. She keeps all her paintings in her bedroom on shelves or hanging on the walls. Her room looks like a big canvas!
•Other traits include giggley, imaginative, and fun to be around•
extra 2;: Story Art
Alouette watching the sunset.
I rarely ever draw something for a contest unless I really want it. c; I'm pretty proud of how she turned out. The sut set could have been better but it took me a lot of time drawing her.

I decided to keep the reason why she gets depressed a secret instead of adding it to the story. :3 Just wanted to say good luck to everyone! I have had a lot of fun making this form for her. And I love the song by Florance + The Machine she is based off of. Beautiful song!

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username;;
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name;;
Charlotte, but most of her friends call her Char, Char-Char, Charles or Charlie since Charlotte is a bit girly for her.

gender;;
Honestly, I couldn't see this kiamara being anything other than a female. To me, she looks like she has more femine features then manly
features. Even so, she is more of a male in her personality.

extra 1;;
.curious.
Charlie is a very curious kiamara. She loves to explore, whether or not she's with her friends or not. She goes by the phrase: "You learn something new everyday." She gets lost often, but she always makes it home. She's up for a new adventure everyday. If she finds something she doesn't understand, then she takes it with her if she can.
.determined.
Charlie doesn't give up easily. She knows when to stop, but she needs to have an amazing reason. If she loses anything, she won't leave a pebble unturned. She is also determined to win, which makes her very competitive. She is also determined when it comes to her explorations. If she has an adventure, she's gonna finish it. If she has a mystery, she will solve it.
.playful.
Charlie loves to play. Her best friend is Leon, aka Kiamara two-twenty. They grew up together, but they've never had any interest. They gave into the pressure and went out for a while, but it didn't feel right so they stopped. They still hang out though. Again, Charlie is a tom-boy. She likes to play in the mud and in the trees. Her favorite things to do are race, climb, swim, and play fight.
.busy.
Charlie is always doing something. From fighting with another pack to playing with Leon, whether it be important or not, whether it be hard or easy, she is doing something. She keeps herself busy by voulenteering for as much as she can, saving time for her friends at the same time.
.sneaky.
Charlie is sneaky with her words and her actions. She can squeeze in and out of truoble easier than she can squeeze in and out of tight spaces. She knows the rules, and she does as she's supposed to most of the time, but she likes to get on people's nerves, depending on who it is. She gets military style when she's sneaking around, minus all of the yelling.

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So, are you ready for the interveiw?

What? Interveiw? I thought you were doing art.

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No. Now, I already know this, but-for interveiw purposes-I should ask: What is your name and sex?

Really? My name is Charlotte and I am a female. My friends usually call me Char, Char-Char, Charles,
Charlie, though.

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Okay. So if you could describe yourself in four words, what would they be? Why?

Hmm.... Tom boy-ish, Unique, Realist, and Athletic. Tom boy because I love to play in the mud.Also,because I love to hang out with boys and they all call me 'one of the guys'. Unique because everyone is diffrent. I'm just.... like.... extra diffrent. I have my occasional mood-swings, and I hate being propper, yet I like to feel pretty and loved. I call myself a realist because while you and all of your friends are bending over a cup, I know it's just a cup with water in it. Get over it. Lastly, I am very athletic. My mother died giving birth to me, so my father raised me. I was raised to be tough, smart, and fast.

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Aren't you rude and prideful?

Nah. Sorry about that. I guess I got a bit carried away.

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It's okay. So, what are your hobbies?

Well, the boys and I like to create agility courses. We have a special trail we use. It goes up and down trees, through the undergrowth, across a lake, and over a few hills. We go through it every time we can. I also like to have a single competetion with them. That's when we only do one obsticle. Sometimes, we even have time to just relax and talk with eachother.

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Cool. Sounds fun. Now, onto relationships. Do you have a boyfriend or a crush?

No and no. I haven't really met that 'certain someone' yet. I know that I mainly hang out with boys, but it wouldn't feel right to be with them. It would be like dating your own brother. I did date Leon for a while, but it was kinda awkward so we broke it up. But we're still friends.

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Yeah. I've met Leon before. Well.... I am his owner, but.... Nevermind. How long have you and Leon known eachother?

Me and Leon? We grew up together. Our mothers were the best of friends before my mother died. His mother took it on as her personal responsibility to help raise me. Her, my father, and Leon's father all took equal parts in raising us both. His father wasn't around much, but he was awsome when he was.

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I'm sorry to hear about your mother. I know I couldn't go on, knowing my mother. What is it like?

Well, it's not as hard since I didn't know her, but my father always talks about her. He says I look just like her. He also says she would be proud of me.

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It must be nice to know you always have Leon's mother to lean on, though.

Yes, it is. She is very kind and propper. She is like.... my polar opposite, but she loves me like a mother. I talk to her about my problems and she helps me.

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Well, I think that'll do it for this short interview. Anything you would like to say?

Not really. Just keep your head up and know that there is better to come. There's always going to be someone who loves you.

[Southern sweetie]

[inkyy]

“ Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage
is the little voice at the end of the day that says I'll try again tomorrow. ”

! For art 2 <33

username •
Inky.
Inky short for Inky but you may call me Inky c;



name •
Mocha
{Mock-ah}
I've recently became addicted started drinking coffee
and I think this kia suits Mocha c:

A caffè mocha or café mocha[note 1] (pron.: /ˈmɒk.ə/ or /ˈmoʊk.ə/) is a variant of a caffè latte, inspired by the Turin Coffee beverage Bicerin.[citation needed] Like a caffè latte, it is based on espresso and hot milk, but with added chocolate, typically in the form of sweet cocoa powder, although many varieties use chocolate syrup. Mochas can contain dark or milk chocolate.

gender •
male
I pick male for a couple of reasons,
firstly I already have a female kia and I'd
like a mix of both c:
Also he just strikes me as a male <3





art •

I only had time to do one piece of art
which is over by the right which was done by me.
thank you to Moonskye for redlining my
first sketch C:



why I want him •
I want him because he's perfect.

[cakepopcat]

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