[rax]

Username: randompersonH2O
Show name: Marcolie's Manifest
Call name: Marksman
Art/poem/story:
(This will be told in Marksman's point of view)
I crept through the lush forest, the fresh midday air blowing past my face and ruffling my fur. The grasses and numerous different flowers popped out among the brown tree trunks, giving the forest a whole new light to follow. The bright sun was blotted out by thick canopy hanging overhead, but I payed the lack of light little mind. I was on the hunt, and nothing was going to tear me away from it. Nothing.
"Smell anything?" I asked my father, giving the crisp air a sniff myself.
"Not a thing. Looks like this forest isn't as alive as it seems," he replied, carefully stepping over a large cluster of daffodils. His dun fur stood out in this mass of green like a sore thumb, giving us all the more reason to be as quiet as possible. My bright chestnut fur wasn't much better.
We set out again, my mind focusing more on the unrivaled beauty of the numerous types of flowers than on our hunt. My father saw this quickly, stamping his paw in order to get my attention.
"We need to focus, Marksman. You need to learn to hunt," he said, urging me on.
I sighed, knowing he was right. I could come back for the scenery another time, anyway. I searched the taller stretches of grass and the groups of flowers, looking for a spot of brown that signaled the presence of something we could chase.
Suddenly, a set of tall, pink ears popped out of a small hole in the ground a few yards away. My lips curled back in a small grin, knowing this could finally be my chance to prove myself to my father. I looked to him, pointing to the hare with my antlers. He nodded, crouching into his signature hunting position as we crept closer to the thing.
I stepped at a diagonal line, giving my father plenty of room to approach the hare directly while I took the opportunity to flank the animal. It proved helpful, for as I poked my head out from behind the oak tree I had crept behind, the hare took off in my direction.
I crouched down, waiting until it was directly in front of me to pounce. I caught the hare by the back of the neck, crunching down on the vertebrae that connected its spine to its neck. It stopped struggling shortly after, most likely meaning it was dead. I set the hare down, grinning as my father approached. This hare would feed my family, but it had done something else for me as well: it had earned my father's respect. That was something I would never forget.

[_Wolfgirl_]

oh wow! That is a handsome boy!

[Wind Frost]

Username: Wind Frost
Name: Fellaano
Showname: Fellaano's Finish
Gender: Buck
Color: Chestnut overo

[halierae]

Up for adopt

[halierae]

Up for adopt

[Wind Frost]

aren't you meant to fill out the form like I did to get him? You can't just ask to have it I'm sure.

[rax]

Originally this was a breeding between one of halierae's nannucks and another nannuck. The owners of the parents of the pup decide where it goes, and halierae had decided to keep this one. Then she pmed me and asked me to put him up for adoption, that's why he now has the form and adopt me sign, while he didn't before.

He is now up for adoption if you would like to refill-out the correct form and enter.

[Wind Frost]

so I have to fill the form out agin if I want him? But doesn't that already make me his owner?

[rax]

Yes.
And no because it is a competition, not FCFS. You also don't have all of the things on the new form.

[Wind Frost]

I'll fill it out tommoz then