[.:CrazyLove:.]

Username:.:CrazyLove:.
Show name: marcolie's manifest
Call name: marksman
Art/poem/story:
The tall summer grass burned underneath your feet showing strength,devotion and power.You walked forward not becoming afraid of how the other's looked at you.You where amazing as I watched you walk along the black dust that was once green.You had left your mark,the mark of your burning memories.

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[randompersonH2O]

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.

[RobinRed]

Username:Whiterat
Show name: marcolie's manifest
Call name: marksman
Art/poem/story:
Art:

Poem:
"Living without Nannucks is like taking a breath without air."

[halierae]

About three hours till judging guys!

[Folmes]

Username: The Doctor.
Show name: Marcolie's Manifest
Call name: Marksman
Art/poem/story: sorry i couldn't do more. This is a last minute entre but i have a pencil only drawing :)
Full picture ^.^

[halierae]

That's awesome, thanks guys! You guys have till tomorrow to complete your forms if you need anything else =)

[Folmes]

I'm going to write a story during school tomorrow then, if I get enough time ❤

[halierae]

Can't wait for it =)

[halierae]

CLOSED FOR JUDGING

[halierae]

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.

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