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[Aizui]

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[ghostsu]

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res <3

[radiantly]

Sorry dropping out. I love this girl but I don't have a chance XC
Goodluck to the winner

[gumy]

I have to drop out QmQ
i will never finish in time, and although she is absolutely my dream kiamara, i will never win ;n;
I wish you all good luck, whoever wins will be one lucky son of a gun ;3 <33

[Ray.]

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Username;; Hello My dear apple. I am Ray. the period stays with the name to make it look cooler. I have been searching for a kia,since I own not a single one, this one right here seems to tug at my heart strings and has a connection with me I guess you could call it. I would die if I won this beauty and I am active on the fanclub and love to roleplay. I have been searching for a kiamara and I believe I have found my kia.

Name;; Replay. My parents really named me Repitition, but I and everyone around complained it was to long. Since I was little I have been called Replay which is what I prefer anyways. I have always wondered why they named me this. They said they named me this because my stripes were repeating over and over all down my slim body.

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I am crying reserved

[iskadeki]

aaaaaaw yeeeeeah. it. is. on.

who 'er you?
"goes by the username zombie. apple, i like this person... these words may be biased *cough* ...but i like this person a lot."
yep. the name's zombie. non-owner, stalker, all that good stuff you've read pages and pages about. i don't really wanna write it, you probably don't want to read it by now, so let's skip the long introduction, shall we?

my name?
aberdeen [ab-er-d-ee-n]
"Aberdeen. Abs. Deen. Never Abby, only my parents called me that. So, who are you? Honestly, why do you care?"
her name was just...decided. i saw her, stared wordlessly at my screen, fawned over her and finally decided "ya know what, imma name her aberdeen." And thus the deep meaning and epic tale of her name began and ended. it's a bold, in your face, type of name to me, and that's what i thought of upon seeing this kia.

you wanna story? i'll give ya one.
"don't talk, don't interrupt, and don't fall asleep. if you're tired of listening, walk away. my voice is gonna to be heard."

**before i continue with this quickly-to-be-assumed sob story, allow me to share a small but important disclaimer. this story is purely fictional. i mean no offense or disregard to the seriousness of cancer, and the fatality of the disease. i, personally, have not had anyone close become subject to this awful disease, and it is from my naive and very limited understanding that i voice this story. please take no offense, if this story reflects badly on any personal beliefs or experiences. thank you, //zombie

omigaaaaaaawwd. so much editing. and yet it's still such a rough draft. *frastration*
➷2 hours after diagnosis
it was terminal. i howled into the alley, "FREAKING TERMINAL," earning a flurry of wings and gray feathers from my pigeon audience. i stomp through the alley, anger boiling. why am i angry? who's to blame?
i flinch as weak autumn sunlight hits my eyes but trudge on from my shortcut to the bustling city sidewalk. i try to rationalize with myself. okay, maybe it wasn't completely terminal. there's a 35% chance live to next year, and a 20% chance i live the year after. but no one, not even my annoyingly-optimistic mother, believes i'll beat this. there's a 5% chance. five. freaking. percent. ninety-five kiamaras out of one. freaking. hundred... dead. from what? stupid skin cancer? what did i do? ....what can i do?

➷week ten of chemo
they were wrong. it started as skin cancer, and now it's becoming freaking joint cancer. fantastic. hopefully i can last to my upcoming birthday. i'm supposed to look pretty awful by then, and i'm not looking forward to that. my fur is starting to fall out and get "scaly." and my coveted kiamara spots? yeah, those are disappearing by the minute. i'm furious about my mane, it was just starting to get as long as mom's and now... i don't even wanna think about it.

➷week twelve of chemo (aka November 1st, my b-day)
i'm in shock. my mother cut her mane. cut it short like my father. i was stunned. after the shock registered, they then gave me my birthday present. they're these gorgeous gray and silver leg warmers, and a matching bandana and tail wrap. (there're even splotches resembling my fading kia spots.) they cover the bald patches as well... mostly. but i don't care. my mother and father both dawned a pair themselves and we all, in my opinion, look fabulous. for once, i'm totally okay with this cancer thing. these bands are my physical grasp at hope. even if i die, my parents will remember me. they'll have these to remember me by, and that'll be alright. i guess, i just didn't want to be... forgotten.

➷two months post-cancer
in all that's happened from these past two months, this is the last straw. "give. it. back." my growl's scarier than a bear's. they hold her feather in their jaws, just above my head, and i'm seething. I survived the cancer, nearly died in surgery twice, found my spots would never grow back correctly nor would the rough patches of fur still hidden under the leg warmers. my mane had grown back and was the last thing mom commented on before... well, before the cancer took her. she was my strength, and then she was gone. she had been fighting it around the same time i was, but i was too sick to notice. she'd left me, dad, and somekia dad wouldn't talk about, each one of her small gray feathers. now, these bullies had my mother's feather, and the last piece of her left to me. i fought down the urge to bite their throats. it wasn't until another kia stumbled upon the scene, that i recognized [his/her] familiar face. "[insert friend name here]," i muttered with a smile. [insert what blank does to retrieve the feather based on personality here] [blank] then plodded over, feather in mouth. I immediately snatch the feather and begin wrapping it around my tail, using my teeth like dad had shown me. There. Now I had her back. Now I could be strong once again.

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[jx.nie]

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{Hello, My name is lit-up-sky I'm a non owner who has fallen head over heels for this beautiful fae.}

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{This is Ella, From the name Cinderella. I think the name symbolises every thing she is and stands for.}

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The loud chime of the birds outside Ella's clock shocked her awake. Her legs shifted, and her head tossed to look at the time through a fuzzy gaze in both her eyes.“6:00 A.M!” she groaned swinging her legs over the edge of her bed and collapsing onto her old Woven rug; the dim light of the faint sunrise in the horizon peaked through her dusty gold curtains, the light streaming down her cheek like a sliver of pure gold perched upon her face. She blinked; adjusting to the dim light of the the room. Ella tossed her head once more so now her gaze was focused on her dresser; the light had hit the Worn out dresser in just a way that it looked almost ghost like. Ella heaved herself off her floor and walked over to her dresser, The mirror that hung above it was still cracked... just as it has been for 12 yeas. She then proceeded to slip on her cleaning outfit; a faded white dress, her dark pink apron, and her favorite faded socks, She tiptoed numbly down the twisting flight of stairs that led to her kitchen doorway, the kitchen seemed empty and motionless, but in a way... she still felt uneasy. She then quickly pulled two strands of her hair out and tied the ends with some grey cloth she ripped off of her bed spread. "Better get started" she mumbled shoving the brass key into the key hole of the closet.
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A few hours later when Ella was out picking peaches in the court yard, she felt a tiny tug on her dress. Spinning around with her arms full of peaches, she spotted her little sister Daisey, holding her favorite stuffed bunny up to her, carefully Ella set the peaches down and bent down to examine the small stuffed creature. she then looked up from the bunny to see Daisy's eyes welling up with tears. looking back at the bunny she saw a small hole in its right leg. "oh dear, looks like Snuffles has got a boo-boo." she said pulling Daisy up to her chest. "Don't worry, I can fix that." she reassured daisy walking up to her room, daisy snuggling her head into the crook of her neck. Moments latter snuffles had four stiches running up his leg, and a dark grey cloth bandage, along with a kiss right to his boo-boo.
"Here," Daisy said wrapping cloth around Ella's paws, head and tail. "Now you can be just like snuffles!" She squealed kissing Ella on the cheek, and running off down the hallway.
"Thanks, kid." Ella whispered running her paw through her hair. "Thanks for everything."

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{Cinderella, Cinderella
All I hear is Cinderella, from the moment I get up
till shades of night are falling
There isn't any letup, I hear them calling, calling
Go up and do the attic and go down and do the cellar, you can do them
"Cinderella."

How lovely it would be
if I could live in my fantasy
But in the middle of my dreaming
they're screaming
at me
Cinderella
Click}

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By LunaHydreigon
By LunaHydreigon

[Qiokkabee]

Not trying, but I had to stop by and say that she's beautiful, Apple <3

[Queen Akemi]

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wowza apple! Awesome design!