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What Is A Light Collector?

Light Collectors, or LCs for short, are small loveable furry creatures.
They survive by feeding off of light sources, such as car lights, city
signs, flashlights and such forms of light. The more light that a LC
eats, or ''collects'', the larger the LC gets. A LC's horns and tail act
like their stomachs, so when a LC is full, their tails/horns glow brighter
than if they are hungry. Another quite outstanding fact is that Light
Collectors can move fast... Very fast. LCs can move so fast that the
human eye can barely see them, and they appear as just a flash of
light. A LCs pelt can consist of a wide variety of colors, though darker
furred ones are more common than brightly furred ones. The color of
the horns and tail of a single LC are chosen based on the gender of the
OC. Female LCs usually are found with these colors: Red, pink, orange,
purple, and yellows. Male LCs are found with these colors: Red, green,
blue, yellow, orange, brown. When a LC is a baby, their horns and tails
shine white, and gain color as they mature into an adult. The smallest LC
can be around the size of a small bunny or cat, while the biggest can be
the size of a large cat or smaller medium sized dogs.

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To adopt this Light Catcher, fill out the form below. Write a story about the Light Catcher, and the winner will get to own this one! Keep in mind that this one is female.

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Name for the LC:
Personality:
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[Namara]

Username: Namara

Name for the LC: Shaba (Copper in Swahili)

Personality: Shaba is a very bright, optimistic LC. She would rather skip around than walk. However, she can sometimes joke too much, and doesn't always understand when someone is serious. Shaba is loyal to her friends, and likes to make them laugh.

Story: Shaba wandered about the meadow. She drew in a breath of the wind, smelling the flowers around her, and the rain on the way. Noticing a particularly colorful flower, Shaba stopped. She did not pick it, but instead just sat there, observing. A small honeybee landed at the center, moving around doing what a bee does, then took off, its little feet covered in golden pollen. Shaba got up and followed the bee. It landed on several other flowers; purple ones, orange ones, yellow ones, and once even attempted to land on Shaba. When it did, its feet tickled as it roamed her vast back in search of nectar. It found none, and so continued its journey back to its hive. After walking in the Honeybee's path to the trees at the edge of the meadow, Shaba noticed, far above her head, a yellow mass on a large oak tree. It was overflowing with honey, and a drop fell down from the bottom, landing perfectly on Shaba's nose. She went cross-eyed to look at the bubble of slowly moving bronze, and licked it off. Its sweet taste stuck to her tongue as she made her way back into the meadow. She looked up at the clouds floated lazily across the sky, seeming to lead a larger, darker cloud over the meadow. Taking in one last, long breath of the meadow's air, Shaba made her way to her own home.

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[Scribblestar]

Username: Scribblestar
Name for the LC: Magma
Personality: Magma is a daring rebel who always does things without thinking them through. She is very sensitive, and one word may be enough to set her off. She dislikes kids, and is very flirty.
Story: It was a normal day for most Light Collector's, but not for Magma. She had stolen some money from a charity bin, and was running as fast as she could to get out of sight. "Ha! No one even noticed!" she sneered as she dropped the money inside her home- a messy place with stolen items and glittering gold everywhere. She had even stolen a light generator, and she was getting very large by feeding off the light. "Life is good..." she smiled evilly as she flipped a golden coin. No one could ever find the thief. And it was ruining her.

[millennium.]

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[jayus]

Mark c:

[gecko]

Celestial, do you think you can add the
colors to the color swatches for this one?
c: Thank you<3 Also, this one is #16. cx

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Will do, but for now I can only change the number- something I'd forgotten to do. Oops.- as I'm on my phone. I will fix it when I get the chance though.

[iskadeki]

username→ lion-
name→ patroana (pronounced: patch- roan -uh)
personality→ roana (roan -uh) has always been quite loud. she's outgoing, and completely fearless when it comes to speaking her mind. but, she can come across as rude, arrogant, and slightly... "strange." but roana is a strong spirit, and if someone doesn't like her opinion than so be it. inside though she really does love friends and one of her major passions has always been music.
story→ it's december 20th.five days from christmas and my little brother is laying at my feet, dead from pneumonia. at least, that's what they say. i know better. i know sam died not just from starvation and cold, but from hopelessness. that dark despair that creeps into your heart, turning it black with the desire of death. that's what killed sammuel, just like it killed father. i watch as his little glowing white horns fade, and my tears carry the only warmth that is left from my body. i am empty now. empty and hopeless.
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december 24th, christmas eve, and here i sit. my lights are so dim, i'm practically invisible. i sigh, close my eye and raise my head. i then begin to sing. it's what dad always did, singing wether he was miserable or overjoyed. it's one of the few things i remember before... well, before life was miserable. so my voice is soft, raising to the sky soft white clouds of smoke that is my breath in this frigid winter. i sing for max, and for father, i sing of my pain, of my joy. i sing and the despair recedes, my light glowing ever a little brighter, and i can practically hear my family, singing beside me. i look around and suddenly i see light collectors of all ages gathered round, smiling at me. i am amazed as a small little LC, who looks exactly like sam walks forward, depositing a small silver coin before me. soon, everyone is pitching in, and i find myself with enough money for a lightbulb and a place to sleep for christmas. i learned that day, that even in the darkest of times, if you close your eyes and sing you're heartbreak, light will always find a way through. light, and joy. and eventually... peace.