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[Moskow]

{Ok, is there anyone who does, or should I just make the form for him?}

[grizzly.]

((I have the perfect character for 'The Canny One.'))

[grizzly.]

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P E P P E R

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ｔｈｅ ｂａｓｉｃ

naмe ➳ Pepper
gender ➳ Male
age ➳ 4 years
вreed ➳ Australian Shepherd
ranĸ ➳ The Canny One

parenтѕ ➳ Daisy and Fleck
ѕιвlιngѕ ➳ Ginger, Elmo and Piper
crυѕн ➳ None
мaтe ➳ None
pυppιeѕ ➳ None

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Hello. My name is Pepper. It's almost quite obvious as to why I was named Pepper. My mother had given me the name when I was born, and apparently I was her favorite because of my odd colored pelt. Even her owner had taken a special interest in me for my speckled fur.
It hurts that you ask this question, it really does. Besides, I'm not nuetered so really...it shouldn't be hard to tell. Even that one word; nuetered, is a dead give away. If I was a fea don't you think I would have said spayed, not nuetered? So to answer your question clearly I'm a brute, a male.
I am a purebreed australian shepherd, even though you'd never think so due to my odd pelt. But I can assure you both of my parents are purebreed australian shepherd, and that is exactly what I am. Not 10% husky, not 20% german shepherd, and not 30% whatever kind of dog. I am 100% Australian Shepherd. Disscussion done.
I am four years of age. I find my age to be not too young and not too old and not in the middle, but more inbetween too young and middle aged, so I suppose you could say young. For my age I do have quite a bit of expierence, but mainly in certian catagories. I'm not a nerd so therefore I do not know everything.
As far as rankings go I am known as 'the canny one.' As well as I'm not the smartest cookie in the cookie jar, but I have heard that I have amazing observation skills, which honestly I do, but that's besides the point. I'm not the best at completely thinking through a plan...and some of my plans aren't well you know...the best.
My parents names are Daisy and Fleck. My mother is Daisy. She tended to favor me over my siblings, I'm not exactly sure why, but my father, Fleck, didn't seem to like me as much as Piper.
My siblings names are Ginger, Elmo and Piper. Ginger is a red merle australian shepherd, she was my only sister, and my mother had high hopes that Ginger would be a show dog like me, but Ginger has cast out any kind of career or park ranking, so she became a stray. Every once in a while I will see her around, but she usually doesn't acknowledge me. Elmo is also a red merle australian shepherd, but he decided to be a rebel. He wasn't necessarily favorited by either of my parents, but him and Ginger were always quite close. Piper is a blue merle australian shepherd, like me, but he is a jock, quite a good one too. Our father always seemed to favor Piper over anyone else. So currently Piper is an agility jock.
Onto crushes now huh? Well to be honest I do not have a crush, and I already know your next question is about any mates. Well to tell you the truth I have never been mated with a fea, of course my owner has intentions of doing so in hopes of puppies that might end up with my coat. So I guess if anything I'm looking for mainly another australian shepherd to be my mate, mainly because it would help my career and well I'd like to continue my family's purebreed reputation.
Well lets see...if I had to describe my personality I'd say I am...
ａｃｔｉｖｅ Like any other dog I enjoy being outside, playing, whether it be playing fetch, or just playing with another dog or a human or just even running. My favorite thing to do would be playing catch with a frisbee, I don't know why exactly but I seem to be quite good at it and I just seem to find a great pleasure in it. Although I'm deffinetly not an athlete, I just play for fun, not for competition, and I just don't stand out compaired to them and that is perfectly fine with me.
ａｆｆｅｃｔｉｏｎａｔｅ I'm a lover, not a fighter, but I do not flirt with every pretty fea I see. I'm not only affectionate to dogs but also to humans. I have a great family and they show affection towards me and I only see it to be fit to show affection towards them. I don't pick fights with dogs, and I usually tend to get involved in conflict that could result in a physical fight, because like I said, I will fight as long as it means something to me. But I also know when to back off.
ｉｎｔｅｌｌｉｇｅｎｔ I am not overly smart, but I do pick up things somewhat quickly. I'm not the kind of dog that would know everything and be able to give out great advice, I just know what I'm taught I guess, that is besides the natural common sense. Of course like most dogs I pick up something after practicing it a few times, but there is nothing about my intelligence that sticks out like a sore thumb. I'm just the average dog with the average brain.
ｇｏｏｄ-ｎａｔｕｒｅｄ I'm quite polite I will give out the simple 'hello' and carry on with a nice conversation. I use my manners as most dogs should and I be respectful, no matter what the gender, breed or if it's a dog or human. I treat most dogs as a friend, not an enemy, by simply wagging my tail and just say a simple greeting. But if there is a certian dog as my enemy, of course I'm going to growl, or make a threatening move. Maybe I'm weird or different in that kind of way, but I just believe it's the right thing to do. Be polite and don't be rude. You usually gain more respect that way, even though some dogs may frown uppon it, but I still believe it's the right thing to do. I don't get angered easily and I can keep my cool very easily. Not much bothers me to be honest and that's just how I tend to be, because you know, it's just who I am.
ｐｒｏｔｅｃｔｉｖｅ Yes, I can be protective, it is mainly aimed towards my family and any dog I care about. Sorry, there isn't really much to explain...just I'm protective of my reputation as well as my family's

[Moskow]

{Accepted! I will post the first post in a minute.}

[grizzly.]

((Okay sounds good and thanks.))

[Moskow]

F A Y R E
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≶ Female
≶ Maxwell & in the meadow
≶ Agitated
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"Oh, I'm probably the worst out of this bunch, but I'm not the type that goes
around and make a good impression. So yes, I'll call you fleabag, scumbag, or
whatever I please", Fayre snapped back at him with a slight hint of
amusement in her voice. Their eyes were still locked together, she figured
he wasn't going to back down, so she decided to just drop it, which was very
unlike herself. She huffed in his face and turned around, brushing her tail
against his noise, in some what of a flirtatious way. She liked him, she didn't
know why, but she had a feeling they would become friends.She watched as
two dogs, a border collie and golden retriever rolled in the grass. Why would
they do that, she asked herself.
The wind was blowing and Fayres's fur was flying everywhere. For some reason
she instantly got completely bored of her surroundings, so she lay under one
of the descending harnesses, which held an oddly colored Aussie like herself.

[eleutheromania]

мαхwell

αɢe || 4
ɢeɴder || Male
мood || Curious

locαтιoɴ || Meadow
тαɢѕ || Fayre and others

Maxell watched the ground get closer and closer as he was lowered in a harness. He simply tried to swing back and forth before twisting in the harness and sliding out of it. He landed on his back with a hard thump and the wind was knocked out of him. He sneezed before he rolled onto his belly and stood. Maxwell looked up at the helicopter and simply grew bored of watching and sniffed the air. That was when he noticed Fayre. He simply gave a glance before he debated on what to do now, swinging from a helicopter seemed out of the question now.

[feather']

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S O P H I E
" the loose screw"

Border Collie
Female | 2 3/4
Loose screw

Sophie giggled and pawed at the air in front of her as if she were swimming as she slowly distended downwards toward the ground nearly noticing she was up high in the air held by a tight harness around her chest and stomach. She black and white fur was whisked wildly around by the wind around her. As her toes touched the ground she pulled them up with a yip in shock and looked at the ground under her with wide eyes seeing she was hovering inches from the tips of the grass below her. She smile as she slipped out of the harness and softly into the grass and then rolled onto her back and looked up at the helicopter and waved with one of her paws at it as if say good bye to it before it left and didn't return to get her. She rolled back on her belly grass sticking to her fur. She licked a piece away from her muzzle and then looked around at the others muttering strange things that weren't even real words as she realized that she wasn't alone in the large clearing.

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[Cakewalk]

♟ ℂ Ａ Ｃ Ｈ Ｅ
"ｔｈｅ ｍｉｓｆｉｔ"

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male;; one year old;; no crush;; by everyone;; feeling nervous

"ι’ve вeeɴ wαιтιɴɢ тo ѕмιle, ‘αy. вeeɴ нoldιɴɢ ιт ιɴ ғor α wнιle, ‘αy. тαĸe yoυ wιтн мe ιғ ι cαɴ, вeeɴ dreαмιɴɢ oғ тнιѕ ѕιɴce α cнιld. ι’м oɴ тop oғ тнe world.."

➣ Cache had never been off his feet, so this was a very new experience for him. The huge dog had never been picked up or carried by water or supported any either way. Now, he didn't like the feeling of it. The straps of the harness dug into his sides from the weight he was putting on himself. They had strapped him in too tight, anyway, and he had immediately been uncomfortable. After a long flight, the loud helicopter above him began to descend. His paws hit the ground far harder than they should have, as whoever was driving didn't care to be careful with the woulfhound they had found chained in his backyard with no one to care for him. As soon as he was on solid ground, he scrambled out of the harness, having a panicking thought that the big birds that had carried him here were going to land on top of him. He saw other dogs being set down in this field, but they didn't matter to him. What did matter was escape. His long legs carried him over the ground, but as he had never had enough room to run in his life, he was soon falling through the grass, his body flipping over itself.

[Moskow]

F A Y R E
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≶ Female
≶ Other dogs & in the meadow
≶ Agitated
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The dry grass and dirt started to irritate Fayre's skin so she decided to
shake herself off. Now pleased that she was relieved of the itchiness she decided
to get down to business. She trotted over to the nearest dog, which happened
to be Maxwell, and irritably asked, "What's your name? I'm Fayre.
Do you know why I was dropped off in the middle of nowhere with all of you fleabags?"
Fayre looked him in the eyes as if challenging him for dominance. She
then sat down in front of him, still staring him in the eyes. She was not the type
to back down from a challenge, especially if she started it.