[mango sherbet]

What is a BeeCat?
A BeeCat is just that; a mix between a bee and a cat! Mostly found in places with a lot of flowers, they live in groups of up to 10, called 'Hives'. BeeCats are usually shy towards others they don't know, but once they get to know their owner they're very loyal, trusting, and inquisitive while the younger ones are more the playful, adventurous ones.

generic, mango-is-bored-right-now design. hope you all like. xP

his accessory is a tail charm of a chrysanthemum anastasia.

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ends on May 1st.

[ElementStar]

Name:
Cho
Short for Chokowai, his full name.
He has been called Choko, Chocho, and Coco (he hates being called Coco though).

Gender:
Male

Short Story:

Walk Among The -flower color- Petals
WIP

Do you know what colors his birth flower will have? ouo

[GrayStar51]

Name: Elliot
Gender: Male
Short Story:

Elliot woke up, covered in a blanket of dried leaves for his nest. He yawned, stretching out his limbs and fluttering his wings slightly. The he noticed something; or rather, the absence of something. No frost had gathers around him, no chilled breeze made him cringe back into his own warmth of his nest. Could it be? He thought, poking his head outside for good measure. The sparkle of dewey grass and sunshine welcomed him this morning. He smiled, pleased as one can be. It was Spring, Finally! He dreaded winter and it's cold bleakness, but now he could look forward to the beautiful season of spring. Flowers would bloom, trees would grow green again, and the songbird would chirp a happy tune. Too happy and excited to return to his slumber, Elliot crawled out of his nest and out into the sunshine with a big, happy grin and bright eyes.

Absolutely Love him! The colors are precious!

[owls-in-october]

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[get scared]

Name: Moss
Gender: Male
Short Story:
He was running. That was all he could think of. Running towards something, something important… or maybe…someone important? Whatever it was he had to get there, or else bad things would happen. He wasn't sure what, but his heart was tight and this extreme feeling of distress made him move faster.
It was a tunnel, a dark tunnel with no way in and no way out. He knew in the back of his head that there was a light at the end of the tunnel, which freedom was calling out to him. He made his feet move faster, yet they wouldn't listen to him. Slowly they grew heavier and heavier, as if someone was placing pounds and pounds of lead in his legs. Eventually he couldn't move, pulling his legs forward with all of his might they still wouldn't comply. This was ridiculous, they were his legs! They were supposed to move when he tells them to!
Letting out a frustrated breath he looked up into the far depths of the tunnel; in the blind darkness there was….a light? A small glowing light that felt warm, a golden light that filled his body with new-found warmth he never felt before! He wanted more of the small warm golden light! He needed more of it!
Clenching he teeth and cursing he forced his legs to move again, he was determined to claim that light and nothing was stopping him! Making his was slowly to his prize he felt beads of sweat form at the crown of his head. He was able to get a few good steps in before he felt a liquidy kind of texture at the bottom of his feet. It was weird, because soon after he couldn't feel the soles of his feet against the hard ground. Not to mention how the world suddenly seemed to grow higher and higher. He wouldn't look down; he didn't want to look down because he knew it wouldn't be good, but seeing as how he wasn't getting any closer to the light he didn't have a choice.
Tilting his head downwards he felt his soft-green eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. He legs were melting like wax at such a rapid pace his knees was already losing their shape. A liquid pool of what used to be leg, muscle and bone was growing and growing by the second. Now officially agreeing with himself that this was completely illogical and impossible, he came to the realization that this was just a dream and nothing more. But even so that small golden light still made him want to reach it. Even when he knows it's impossible to grab it, even when he knows it's going to be a difficult journey to claim it. He wants it. He wants it with all of his power and he's going to get it.
Willing his body to regain back its shape he began to move again. Moss felt the power of his legs slowly rejuvenate and soon enough he began to run. No, running would be too slow, sprinting! Yeah, sprinting sounded more efficient. Sprinting with all of his might he saw the small golden light growing bigger and bigger. Why didn't he just use his wings? Maybe out of fear that they wouldn't work and he would fall- fall down into the darkest depths of below.
The everlasting warmth was growing stronger though, making his whole body heat up in contentment. But that wasn't enough, he wanted the whole thing. He needed to feel that warmth in his cold paws because he knows it's what he yearns for. His body is practically screaming for that light. Making a giant leap with a little flutter of his wings, he reaches out for the light, now burning with intensity it fries the skin beneath his fur. His hand is within an inch of the light-

And then he wakes up.

[becky.bruns]

Name:Otonashi
Gender: Male
Short Story: Otonashi is a magical little creature that can transform into anything or anyone.

[∅blivi∅n]

Name:
Cecil (Sea-sill)
Gender:
Male
Short Story:
I hit hard and the force of the impact sting a bit. There is a sensation of falling, and all I can see is bubbles and blue. My body aches and I feel a burning pressure in my chest. I open my mouth to cry out in pain but all that comes it is a muffled shout and more bubbles. The burning in chest grows and my wings are useless now. I can barely keep my eyes open but suddenly adrenaline kicks in as I struggle to push my way to the surface. My fur is heavy and it weighs me down but I am almost at the surface and I am running out of time. Then I lose consciousness but I can hear faint voices and the sensation of being lifted out of the water someone shouts orders to another and there I feel pressure applied to my chest. I still cannot breathe and there is a burning in my lungs but I suddenly feel as if it a weight is lifted and everything is vivid now as I look at the world around me. I am gasping for breathe and the air has never tasted sweeter. I blink the water out of my eyes and focus returns to the world. I see what, or rather who, I crashed into and his companion who had saved me. I struggle to find my voice but I manage to choke out a feeble, "Thank you." and they smile and the world spins and goes dark.

I regained consciousness about a day later. The two who had saved me had taken me to my own home. I looked around and I remembered their faces as friends of mine. I sat up but I moved too quickly and got a head rush so I had to lie back down for a moment before I got up completely and walked out to sit in a clear patch off grass and stare at the blue sky. I had always loved water before. I loved to skim the surface and feel the cool that it left as the warmth evaporated, but now whenever I thought of water I flashed to that horrible burning sensation and the bubbles swirling about. I shuddered from the memory and went back to my home where I stared at the wall until I fell asleep again.

[strawbee]

Name: Thorn
Gender: Male
Short Story:
Raised in the thorn bushes, raised in the trees. I never belonged, not even in the seven seas. I was a refugee, I was just a bee. I was all you could ever call normal, normal, that is all it is. Never would I be loved, never to be cared for. Nobody had ever shared their love, and I had nobody to be there for. I was just an adolescent, just a child. Just a runner, just a refugee, I was just, me. The boy who was lonely, the boy who was free, but was that really even how to describe me? I was not free, I was just left there alone, left to flee. But one day he saved me, save me from drought. Saved me from all of that sudden start of doubt. Took me to what I called home, to where I was happy and no longer in the state being sappy. I had a friend, one to share moments with, one to have as mine. In the moments we give gifts all wrapped up in twine. But my friend was my gift, one that would forever last. One to have fun with, one who would make everything a blast.

[Lying_Lilacs]

Name:
Gender: Male
Short Story: (can be as long as short as you like. be creative.)


Work IN Progress. <3

[∅blivi∅n]

Ummm... Mangu, isn't this over? Sorry, it's on the first page of your gallery *Not your art stalker. Nope. Not at all.*