[Kodabomb]

A Foxerfly is a fox-like creature that is rather small. They are about the size of the average house cat. Their very unique feature is the pair of wings on their back that allows them to fly unlike any other four-legged being. There are three different types of wings of a Foxerfly that resemble wings of insects.
Butterfly
Dragonfly and
Bee
Occassionally their wings will be different to others, but it is rare in the average Foxerfly. Their diet consists of everything a normal fox would eat; berries, eggs, small rodents, fruit, and they may chew on various crops. They are shy and extremely secretive among creatures of different kinds, so they are not seen often.
They are super friendly and adorably lovable, so give them all your love and lots of cuddles!
Be nice to your Foxerfly; they will only choose the one right for them.

Oooooh dayum a writing themed Foxerfly! She has a quill and ink charm. In case you can't read it, the quote on her back says "To be or not to be... that is the question" and the one on her tail says "Rose are red, violets are blue..."
42 has been nagging for this theme for EONS. XD
For completely obvious reasons, this will be a writing contest! I don't care what story genre; go nuts. I'd prefer it if it was based around the Foxerfly, but you can choose. Extras are allowed!

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Have fun! In the name of common sense, keep the writing under 1000 words. XD
End date: December 20 idk lol

[Eeveeprincess01]

GOSH A SEXY FLYYY

So tempted

but

Im going for 50 ;.;

[a sky full of stars]

MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MIBE MINE.

Ohmahgod. (Lol spellcheck wanted I make that oh maggots XD)

This will be my Last foxerfly!! *cries* if I win of course!

Username: 42.
Name: I DON'T EVEN KNOW! RESERVE WITH Hazel Grace from TFIOS
Story: WIP HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAGAHA

[freckledfangirl]

[PaintLily]

PaintLily

Graph, because Graph means to write or draw,
I would add something but sometimes simple is better,
plus I can't think of anything to add.

I'm going to be telling you about when I learned of my love of writing, so sit tight and listen close.
So, it all started when I was a young Foxerfly, I enjoyed reading and went to a certain meadow every day to read. One day, I went there and began to read when I heard something, I looked around but there was nothing in sight so I kept reading. But then there the noise was again, I looked over at some bushes and out stepped a Foxerfly with a regal air.
I talked with this Foxerfly who eventually challenged me to a writing contest, having a competitive spirit I quickly accepted and ran home. At first it was troublesome to come up with anything, so I gave up and went on a walk. As I was walking I saw something very simple, but yet it clicked and I ran home. As soon as I got home I began writing, I stayed up all night, the whole next day and night, and even the next day and night, writing and re-writing it, until at last I had it, a story.
The next morning I went to the meadow and sure enough the Foxerfly WAS there. I let her read my story and I read hers, I didn't care if I won anymore, I had something better, a love for writing, and I realized why there where words in my coat. In the end the Foxerfly said that mine was better than hers. I told her that I loved her story but then she left, just sort of disappeared, and I never saw her again, from then until now I wondered if she was just a figment of my imagination or not.

[a sky full of stars]

Hey Koda just a suggestion but as part of our form we should get to pick what the writing on her will say?
It's just a suggestion, but I think it would be a cool idea!

[Kodabomb]

NO *stabs*
XD sorry but I think I'll keep her like dis. <3

[a sky full of stars]

It's cool, I was just wondering!

[Peachpie1164]

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RESSSSSSS

[sketchy::]

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✎ " There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you" -Mary Angelou

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Sketchy., but just call me Sketch. I currently have one Foxerfly who i love dearly, and am searching for another one to add to the family<3

✎ If I won this beauty, I would name her,Joanne, or Jo, as most people like to call her, named after the famous author JK Rowling. <3

✎

. . .
The young foxerfly slowly placed three dots down on a small piece of scrap paper. She smiled, but then frowned. She had wanted to write something all day. The clock ticked, and she heard a yell outside. Dads home, better pack up everything... She sighed and quickly hid the pens and paper, and flew outside, bracing what her dad would yell at her about next.
And you would wonder why this father of Joanne's was so 'moody'? Well, having a foxerfly as dull as a piece of paper, her fur a burnt light brown and dark paws, he didn't like what she looked like. Many other Foxerflies said she was a disgrace because of her plainness, and that just made Jo's father madder.
So here she was, waiting for another lecture about how ugly she was, or if she used any writing supplies. Her father rolled his eyes at her, and then stared at her. "Did.
You.
Use.
Any.
Writing.
Supplies?"

He growled, noticing some ink smears on her cheeks and back.
"I... Uh...." Jo stuttered, her eyes darting guiltily.
"YOU SHUT UP AND TELL ME THE TRUTH LITTLE GIRL!" He seemed to hiss, his tail lashing.
"Yeah... But I just... I just... I don't know why you don't like them...." She cried, a single tear rolling out of her eye. Father raised an eyebrow in anger and then narrowed his eyes menacingly. "WHERE ARE THEY." He murmured. Jo shook her head. "I'm not telling you!"
"WHERE-ARE-THEY?"
"IM NOT TELLING YOU!" She screamed, dashing up to her bedroom. The paper which had the three dots on it slowly floated down to her paws. She smiled, and began writing. Finally she had ideas. She closed her door, and shut out the yells of her father, and let her creative juices flow.

Hello.
My name is Joanne, but you can call me Jo.
I'm a young foxerfly who wants to be a writer when I grow up. This is the story of my life so far.



~Many years later~

Joanne smiled as she handed her book to the publisher. She had found a whole pile of paper a few weeks ago in her old room, and had decided she would go with what she wanted to do her whole life.
She wasn't plain anymore. The day she had found the pile of papers from when she was a child, many quotes from famous authors and poets had appeared on her back. She was finally happy with who she was. As she began talking to the publisher about the book, she knew one thing:



Dreams come true if you try






437 words, I may add some illustrations and some extras if that's allowed

I may add some other things o u o