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Dropping out because unfortunately i don't have as much time to finish this as I thought I would have. I'll be back next time to try again >.<

[Mami]

Username: Mami
Kennel Number: 52

sugar, spice, and everything nice..

Name: Caramel Latte
textcar·a·mel. noun. a light brown candy made from butter, sugar, and milk or cream.
Nicknames: Caramel, Mella
Species: Turkish Angora, cat
Gender: Female
Age: 2 years old

Use: Her bold and unique design stood out to me. It's strange how well the natural browns and bright pink work together - if I were to do a design using these colors, I am positive that it wouldn't come out looking half as nice as this girl's. But no, the pink isn't overpowering and I love her mix of swirls and spots.

I am also reminded of latte art when looking at her coloration and markings. Although I myself do not drink coffee, I really enjoy looking at these beautiful creations. At first glance, they look easy to replicate, but it takes the right conditions and timing to create works of art.

I would be overjoyed if this cat were to join me (and it doesn't help that I'm an avid fan of both cats and the color pink). I feel as if the personality and background I gave her are already alive and living; I hope that I have developed her into a well-rounded character instead of just a simple, two-dimensional one. I imagine that if she were to join my other character in adventures, I would very much enjoy writing about them. In addition to creating literature, I am also planning to collect art of her.

Birthday: April 5th, Aries

Aries thrives on intense challenges, competition, new adventures, hatching grand schemes, sparking a wildfire of enthusiasm, lighting up a room. Aries is bravehearted, generous, demanding of Self and others, passionate and driven.

Personality:
text as sweet as can be
As her name suggests, Caramel is a sweet, fun-loving cat who knows no end to excitement. As long as they don't sneak up behind and give her a scare, she can easily get along with others. Once she gets attached, Caramel will become as affectionate and overprotective as any cat could. There are times when she can get cranky -- especially when you wake her up or startle her -- but these times are often only minor or are temporarily short.
text the strong mind
Once she finds a problem she can't solve, she will stay until she deals with it, but that usually doesn't take that long. She is intelligent and is never satisfied until she finds her solutions. But there are other times when Caramel actually causes the problems. This cat is never afraid to play a prank, which are often pulled off with great success. Caramel Latte is also good at persuading; she can often get other felines to go along with her ideas no matter how wacky they sound, and they usually have no choice but to agree with her.
text the root of motion
She is always actively busy, easily finding things to entertain herself with, and is also a natural climber who lands quickly on her feet. You can almost always find her sitting somewhere up high, where no one else could possibly reach. It is hard to hear Caramel in motion, due to her light paw-steps and swiftness. She is a graceful and agile cat, which can easily be seen during her hunting sessions.
text when haste makes waste
Caramel is the type to rely mainly on her instincts, and this can lead to her being too impulsive. She can be a bold daredevil, which sometimes causes a few problems, but being who she is, Caramel is able to laugh and shake her failures off.

History: It was the end of the first month, and the new mother had been worrying. Of her four kits three of them seemed normal. They all had opened their eyes around the same time, and weren't sick at birth, but the last one -- Oh, it was that one that was causing her anxiety. It was a bit bigger than the rest of them, but was slow on the uptake. That kitten was clumsy, had opened her eyes later than the rest of them, and her ears.. The mother cat shook her head. She didn't even want to think about it.

It was strange. Their mouths were moving, but it was only when they were on the right side of her head could she hear their mewing. Well, she could hear in her left ear, but it was as if the sounds were drowned out, muffled by an invisible barrier. It was only because of the vibrations through the floor could she sense something coming from her left side without having to stay quiet. And it didn't seem that her brother and sisters had the same problem; they roamed and ran around.

But her? She was sitting there by herself, trying to have her own, lonely fun by flicking the leaves on the bushes. Her mother sat nearby next to her aunt, and once in a while they would glance over in her direction. Eventually, her aunt got off and started walking towards her. The kitten panicked -- she had quickly learned that adults meant to bully her just like her siblings -- and glanced down at her paws.

"Caramel," the voice called, and the kitten felt her aunt's shadow looming over her. She glanced up and dipped her head in acknowledgment, not bothering to make eye contact. "I hear that you have a hearing problem."
The kitten shrugged. "That's what my mum tells me, so I guess so."
"You know what?"
"No, I do not know what," Caramel politely said, following as her mother had told her to say.
"So do I -- I have the same problem as you."
Caramel blinked and stared disbelievingly, too surprised to say anything.
Her aunt laughed and pointed at her left ear. "It's this side that's bad."
"M-Me too!"
"And even though I have this problem, I can still hunt and get around with it. I'll help you deal with it, alright?"

Other Details: Caramel was born with both complete hetrochromia, explaining her different-colored eyes, and partial-deafness in her left ear (these factors are most likely linked to the multiple instances of deaf and or blue-eyed cats in her family line). Over time Caramel has grown accustomed to her disability, mainly thanks to one of her aunt's help, but she still startles easily and often has trouble responding to softer sounds. To compensate for this weakness, Caramel Latte's other senses have become sharper; she is quick on her feet and can smell the prospect of food from far away.

Although in the past she was quite reserved and silent, Caramel's adaptation to her weaknesses gave her her present confidence and self-esteem. Her stubbornness to solve a problem started because of how she was able to overcome all her difficulties in life; if she managed to get through those times, her thought process is that she should be able to get to a solution to everything else.

Despite how much she roams around, Caramel has well-kept silky fur. Her favorite time of the day is dusk, when the air turns cooler and it becomes easier for her to see. She has always been a bit larger in size than the average female Turkish Angora.

Favorite...

Food: bread, meat
Music: classical
Colors: yellow, white
Place: anywhere high
Dessert: tarts
Toys: yarn, laser

t Likes:
t warm milk
t flower scents
t sweets
t garden birds
t quiet naps
t running

Dislikes:
surprises
horses
sour food
cold water
snails
sand

Art: WIP
dothedew

[PeachFuzz]

Username: PeachFuzz
Kennel Number: 61
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Name: Daniel
Gender: male
Species and/or specific breed: dog
Personality:
History/Background:
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[Wesley]

Bump ouo

[Hedgie;]

Still waiting for a critique.. :c

[revenmoore]

Username: mariana
Kennel Number: 295

Use: First off these two are absolutely adorable! Their natural designs are just fantastic, and the accessories add a nice unique touch to their perfection. These two would be the protagonists in their own stories. They have so much potential! I love, love, LOVE writing cute platonic friendly relationships. As much as I also like romance, friendship stories leave lots of room for supportive and loving 'fluffy' relationships without a needless romantic plot. Overall, these two are just darling and I couldn't bring myself not to post a form for them!





Betsy's Basic Info


Name: Betsy

Gender: Female

Species and Breed: Domestic Cat ; Calico

Age: 2 years old

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Personality:
Betsy is like a whirlwind. She's always got to be doing something and if she's not doing anything she's probably whining about being bored or all but bouncing off the walls. It's rare to find her in anything resembling a calm state. If you're a male cat and you walk her way there's a good chance she will try to flirt with you. Usually with cheesy pick-up lines and attempts at what she thinks are alluring stares. (She looks more like she's cross-eyed, but she means well.)

Betsy dives into things with reckless abandon and ends up in trouble on a regular basis. For example, she once wanted to take honey from a honey-comb, but she didn't inspect it well enough and it was a wasp's nest. Luckily for Betsy, Emma is good at pulling stingers out! Though she isn't necessarily describable as short-tempered, Betsy has sharp claws and a sharp tongue. She won't hesitate to stand up for others or herself. Most animals find it surprising that she can throw out come-backs so quickly. Due to her slightly erratic and ditzy nature they make the assumption that she's unintelligent which is far from correct.

While Betsy is no genius, she does have plenty of common sense and basic knowledge of most things. Her normal attitude is usually cheerful but cheeky. Betsy is not always entirely honest and doesn't have any problem with lying. Her friends can get quickly annoyed by her because of her mischievous and prankster-like nature.


Likes:

- Adventure
- Glitter
- Kittens
- Humans
- Bows
- Carly Rae Jepsen
- Purple
- Flowers
- Valentine's Day
Dislikes:
- Boredom
- Blue
- Sports
- Rock music
- Dogs
- Bees
- Storms
- Fighting
- Violence
- Halloween
How do you think it goes
With those tiny little bows?
You're the one that I want
You're the one that I know
And everywhere you are
Is a place I wanna go
Dancing really high
Dancing really slow

- Carly Rae Jepsen




Emma's Basic Info


Name: Emma

Gender: Female

Species and Breed: Domestic Cat ; Savannah Cat

Age: 2 years old

Sexuality: Heteroromantic Asexual; Romantically interested in males

Personality:
If Betsy is the sun then Emma is definitely the moon. While Betsy burns fierce and bright; Emma remains quiet and peaceful. Both of them have beauty but very different kinds. Emma likes to curl up in piles of soft clothing and sleep or daydream rather than burst outside and socialize with the other cats. When she is around others she has a calming presence which comes in handy around Betsy who tends to get ahead of herself. At times she comes off as quite cold and uncaring, but she truly isn't.

Her social skills are just not as great as she wishes they were. Due to this her only real friend is Betsy, and not for lack of trying. Emma just comes off as a bit strange. Other cats will go so far as to think she's mute just because she doesn't talk much. Once her you get past her outer shell she's quite different. Emma is a total sweetheart and would do absolutely anything for Betsy. Her habit of isolating herself is a tad detrimental and leads her to be lonely fairly often. Not that she has to be, but Emma has always been terrified of letting someone in only for them to dislike who she truly is. The only reason she trusts Betsy so much is because the two grew up together.


Likes:

- Quiet
- Reading
- Warmth
- Relaxing
- Plushies
- Classical Music
- Scarves
- Spring
- Orange
- Yellow
Dislikes:
- Fighting
- Cold
- Snow
- Blue
- Loud noise
- Crowds
- Dogs
- Pop music
- Being Outdoors
- Coffee
- Brown
You name the day
And I will pick the city
We’ll fly away
Til then, call me when you miss me
If you’re asking if I’d really like to see you again
I say oh…just say when

Two different worlds
I thought they’d keep us apart
I’m ignoring my head
Follow my heart
- Carly Rae Jepsen






History/Background:

Emma padded quietly over the soft grass, relishing in the sounds of spring flowing into her pricked ears. It'd been one whole year since she and Betsy had moved in with their owner Marissa. The young girl kept them active that was for sure. With a soft purr of contentment Emma stretched luxuriously. When she'd first been plucked from the ground by the girl she'd quaked in fear. Her mother, whom she'd recently been separated from at the time, had always warned her about humans and their cruelty, but she was wrong. Though Emma never saw her mother again she only became happier in her new home.

Betsy kept her company when Emma wanted it, and knew when to leave her alone as well. She supposed that, despite her sometimes obnoxious personality, Betsy was the best friend she could hope for. Her back story was completely different from Emma's. She'd come from a small family who'd taken care of her and her siblings until they could be adopted. In an attempt to bring Emma out of her shell Marissa's parents had adopted another kitten. Out of nowhere Betsy had appeared and brightened the entire household. Emma had gladly shied away from her at first, and let Marissa play with the young kit. Her eagerness to be stroked and played with by humans made her uneasy. What sort of cat enjoyed humans being near them? Emma certainly didn't. She spent most of her time curled up behind what her people called a "couch" hoping that her mama would come rescue her.

There were times when Emma wondered what had happened to her mother. Even through her paranoia and anxiety she'd been a good parent. Perhaps, Emma's shyness could be blamed on the mother who'd enforced her alone time, but she just couldn't find it in her heart to ever think harshly of the one who'd cared for her for the first part of her life. Just like everything else between Emma and Betsy; Betsy's mother was entirely different. She urged her young kits to go forth and enjoy their lives. Betsy had even stated they'd gotten lost a couple of times. Just the thought of Emma getting lost would've sent her mama into a tizzy.

Emma often liked to muse that Betsy was the summer and she was the winter. Betsy was warm, excited, and full of fun and laughter. She'd grown up happy with siblings who wrestled and played with her. Never once had Betsy been alone. On the other hand, or paw, Emma was often cold and reserved. People skipped around her they didn't stop to chat. She'd been the only kit of her litter to survive, and the one who'd triggered her mother's need to keep her safe. She'd always been alone, up until she'd met Betsy.

Marissa always preferred Betsy from the moment her eyes wandered onto the she-cats calico coat, but Emma didn't mind. Marissa was too rambunctious anyway. Instead she hopped up onto her mother Kira's lap and relaxed with her as she read a book. She and Kira were sort of kindred spirits in a way, while it was clear that Betsy was Marissa's.

No matter her past Emma couldn't help but love where she'd landed in the future. With Betsy her friend that was her exact opposite, Marissa the sweet girl who'd been the one to save her from the wet and cold, and Kira her human. She was content, happy, joyful, and every other synonym for the warmth she felt in her home. "I'm so glad I came here."

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[revenmoore]

Username: mariana
Kennel Number: 52










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Okay, so I love fairytales. I blame that mostly on my favorite band's album Ever After AND the crazy amount of Disney movies I watched when I was younger, so dear Elsa here will be the star of her own little fairytale world. She's a princess, of course. She'd incredibly desperate for her prince charming, but throughout her adventures she learns that she doesn't need love to be happy, but in the end she does fall in love, just with a female forest cat instead!


About the character

Name: Elsa
Gender: Female
Species/breed: Domestic Cat / Doll-faced Persian
Age: 3 years old
Sexuality: Homosexual



Personality:

Elsa was raised to be your basic princess: cheerful, elegant, brave, and intelligent, but she's so much more than her royal exterior! Her curiosity is something to be admired, even though she's a bit mischievous and troublesome when she thinks she's out on an adventure. There are plenty of vases and glasses that she'd accidentally destroy while pretending to avoid the ground like it's lava. Beyond her curiosity is a goofy sense of humor and attitude. Elsa loves to make others laugh and even resorts to doing tricks to get a giggle out of her owner Princess Rosaline Vargas. When necessary Elsa is capable of being quiet, polite, and calm no matter how much it kills her. Being pent up in and trapped inside of a personality that is not hers is the worst thing imaginable for poor Elsa.

Elsa's intelligence comes from her pampered upbringing. She's a full-bred doll-faced Persian. After all, only the best cats get to be owned by royalty. Her parents were quite intelligent, but lacked common sense. Something that Elsa herself is missing. Being raised like she was has downsides. Without this common sense Elsa is quite naive leading her to be a hopeless romantic.

Spending too much time in the castle has shown Elsa that everyone finds their prince eventually. The Queen, Rosaline, everyone! This makes her desperate to run out into the world and find the tom she's supposed to be with. She'll fall for anyone who looks at her with any hint of affection because true love is something that Elsa cannot identify. Her stay with her parents was brief and King and Queen Vargas were an arranged marriage. Her view of what love should be has been skewed since the moment she came into the world.

Fortunately for Elsa, naivety is something that can be cured by gaining experience within the world. This is one thing she can only get a taste of in daydreams. Staring out the window and imagining herself frolicking through flowery meadows is what gets Elsa through a boring day. The castle can get a bit lonely at times but she knows how to deal with it. There's always a new part of her large home to explore! (Clumsily explore, but still it's exploring!)


History/Background:

Once upon a time there was a young she-cat named Elsa. She spent her days locked inside desperate to break into the world and find what she'd always been looking for- true love. Elsa had seen what she'd perceived to be true love all of her life. Her mother and father, the king and queen, and also her best friend Rosaline who'd recently been engaged, but the truth was, Elsa had no idea what love was! Was it the feeling when she curled up next to Rosaline every night to sleep? The tingle in her chest when she thought of the mystery tom she'd one day marry? She desperately wanted to find out what it was, and who she'd love. Most people do, but Elsa could think of nothing else.

One day when the door to the castle was opened for a particularly long spell to allow in visitors for Rosaline's engagement party Elsa dashed out. Her plan had been to pop out of the castle for a few minutes and then to slip right back in, but the door snapped shut behind her. Sure, she'd successfully escaped, but now she could no longer return. The doors were too heavy for her to even dream of opening, and built so thickly no noise from outside could be heard. She was stuck...or was she? Rosaline had been ignoring her more and more recently. For the past few months her new fiance had been the most important thing to her friend. Elsa didn't even like the man. She disdained him so much that she hadn't even bothered to remember his name. No one, especially not a man like him, should have been allowed to marry her dear Rosaline, but nevertheless, it was happening.

"I'll just run away then," Elsa decided after thinking for a few moments. Then she could frolic through meadows, meet new cats, and chase mice as much as she wished. Things did not turn out quite as planned for sweet Elsa. The mice were too fast, the meadows full of thistles, and she had seen no cats in sight. It'd been a day since her poor decision to run away from home. Elsa's stomach was grumbling with a sharp hunger. She'd never known this feeling before. Starvation wasn't something that happened when you were practically royalty, but she wasn't anymore, was she? That was a life she'd left behind as soon as she'd runaway from the only home she'd ever known. "I'm such a fool," Elsa spat at herself.

"Why d'ya say that?" a new voice chimed in making Elsa jump with fear. Anger surged through her.
"Because I left my only friend and home," she retorted as the fur along her back bristled. "Because I thought this place was great and safe, but now I'm starving and lost." Her multicolored eyes rested on the she-cat who'd talked to her. The newcomer was a pretty young cat, despite the dirt clinging to her pelt. She was white with orange stripes and deep blue eyes. A small chuckle erupted from the she-cat cat.
"You're from the town several miles away aren't you, princess?" There was a hint of scorn in her voice. "Either way s'pose it doesn't matter much. I'm Josie by the way." It took Elsa a few seconds to decide whether she should grace Josie with a reply or not, but perhaps she'd be willing to help. At the moment, she'd do anything to fill her aching belly.
"Yes I am, I am Princess Elsa from the Vargas family," her eyes narrowed as she announced herself. Josie only let out a loud cackle.
"You're really a princess, huh?" she snickered. "Didn't think they let you poor things roam out of that big stone building." She cocked her head to the side and looked at Elsa with clear curiosity. "Why don't I take you home, princess? Someone like you shouldn't be out here. Especially not alone. Not everyone here is as friendly as I am," fear flashed across Josie's face as she uttered the last sentence, but Elsa figured it'd be better not to ask.
"That would be...lovely," Elsa meowed politely.

The two traveled quickly after Josie had caught a large mouse for Elsa to eat. Having never tasted mouse, Elsa was reluctant at first. She wrinkled her nose at the blood that poured in her mouth as she bit into the small creature. "This is disgusting," she spat and again caused Josie to erupt into laughter.
"You're just not used to it," she shook her head. "Eat it anyway, unless you don't want the strength to get home, princess."
"Would you quit calling me that?"
"It's what you are, isn't it?"
"That doesn't matter I have a-"
Elsa was cut off mid meow by a loud yowling sound. Josie's eyes widened with fear. "Run, Elsa!" She hissed as she nudged her forward with one paw. The two cats ran side by side until Elsa stumbled head-over-tail. Her already clumsy legs were weak with fatigue and hunger. "Come on get up," Josie urged her. Weakly she struggled to rise to her paws, but found that she no longer could. Whatever she'd tripped on had harmed her left front leg enough that it no longer supported her weight. "Just go!" she urged Josie who was looking quite conflicted.
"I-I'm not going to leave you here," Josie finally meowed confidently. It was then that the group of cats that had been chasing them finally caught up. Their eyes were alight with blood lust and unjustified anger. There were three of them. Too many for just Josie to take on, Elsa was sure.
"Just leave us alone, Crucifix," Josie meowed defiantly. "We're only trying to travel to town."
"You're Phoebe's daughter and you expect us to just leave you alone?" The orange tom Crucifix sneered. "Fright may be dead, but that doesn't mean Phoebe isn't going to pay for it."
"My mother didn't even kill Fright," Josie spat. "And if you want to fight, let's fight! I'm not scared of some stupid furball!"

It wasn't long before the clearing had become a swirling mass of fighting cats. One of the smaller toms had been sent off easily by Josie's skilled claws, leaving a black and white she-cat and Crucifix. Elsa tried to stand up once more and found that her legs were like stones, but at least she could stand. A loud screech of pain came from Josie and Elsa immediately leaped into action. Her new friend that had risked everything just to stay with her was not going to die like this. Maybe Elsa couldn't fight, but she could try. With a yowl of fury she jumped onto Crucifix's back. He'd had his jaws sunk into Josie's neck but quickly let go when Elsa began shredding his back with her claws. The pain in her leg radiated through her whole body, but Josie soon took over after slipping from his grasp. "Not bad, princess!" she meowed triumphantly as she battered at Crucifix with her claws. With the two of them fighting it was not long before Crucifix was beaten. Elsa figured he'd been the leader since the she-cat was on his paws as soon as he'd retreated.

"Well that was..." Josie trailed off.
"Entirely unpleasant." Elsa finished curtly as she cleaned the gash that Crucifix has clawed down her side.
Josie nudged her with her soft, white head. "Thanks for the save back there. I would've been dead meat if it wasn't for you. Pretty brave for a pampered kitty." She smiled softly at Elsa.

"Josie?"
"What?"
"Maybe you could stay at the castle with me?"
"Maybe I could, but only for someone as cute as you, princess."

The End

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scREECHES
Okay yes writing this was SO SO fun and anyway the only relevant thing to add here is that this is Josie and yeah!!
- Other information -


Likes:
- Love songs
- Rain
- Flowers
- Kittens
- Exploring
- Music
- Tea
- Glitter
- Purple
Dislikes:
- Blue
- Snow
- Being trapped
- Rosaline's fiance
- Dogs
- Wearing a Collar
- Being Anything That She's Not
- Mice
- Crucifix's Gang


All my life has been a series of doors in my face
And then suddenly I bump into you
I was thinking the same thing! 'Cause like
I've been searching my whole life to find my own place
And maybe it's the party talking or the chocolate fondue

But with you...

I found my place...
I see your face...

And it's nothing like I've ever known before!
Love is an open door!

dothedew

[craycray12]

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[Rabbitheart]

Username: Rabbitheart
Kennel Number: 132
Use:
I plan to do art of him, get art of him, write stories about him, maybe find him a mate. X3
Name: Alvar Kearney
Gender: Male
Species and/or specific breed: Australian Shepherd
Personality: Though he is still quite young, Alvar has been a warrior for several years and this life has hardened him considerably, he is chivalrous and highly moral, strongly believing in doing the right thing. He has a playful and even jolly side to him underneath the hardened and almost grim warrior exterior and demeanor that he tends to exude. Alvar can be a ladies man, often enjoying flirting with them when he gets a chance too, he can be quite the charmer when he wants to be.
He can be hardworking and diligent, though it doesn't always show when he's fooling around and not acting in a manner befitting a warrior.
History/Background:
Ever since Alvar was a little pup, he had wanted to follow in his fathers' pawsteps as part of the royal guard to the High Alphas, but being the seventh and final son born, he had to watch as his older brothers grew up and got into the royal guard before him. He practiced endlessly on his own in preparation for the day when he came of age and the royal guard opened its ranks to new warriors. His first attempt to join was successful, which surprised him considering how many of his brothers before him had had to apply several times before they had finally been accepted. He took to his role immediately and felt immense pride in his work and the importance of his job. He had been a part of the ranks for only a short while before he had met one beautiful sheila who stole his heart and fell madly in love with. It was his longest lasting relationship and they would have gotten married had it not been for the war that soon came and he was called away. As a parting gift for him to remember her by while he was off fighting the war, his beloved presented him with a bandanna which matched the teal highlights in his hair for him to wear around his neck. During that particular war there was a battle that he had been a part of that went too far, and he became displeased with the group he had held in such high honor for so long, so he left.
He went back to his town only to find that it had been ravaged by the war and the female he had fallen in love with had died. His heart broken, he turned away from his home and began travelling alone.
Ashamed to have been a part of the war, he avoids talking about it and has traveled far away from where he grew up and where he used to be a warrior at. He still wears his armor as a constant reminder to himself of what he did and what he now stands for. He hides a distinctive scar on the bridge of his nose that he's had since he was very young under a nose guard to help from getting recognized by those who may know him from when he was a warrior.
These days, he avoids committing his heart to anyone any more, which is why he has become a big flirt with the ladies, making sure that he doesn't get into any serious relationships so as to avoid getting his heartbroken again if she were to be put in danger due to the fact that he is a wanted dog now due to the fact that he deserted. He is very temperamental when it comes to the scarf that he always wears around his neck, he never lets anyone touch it and he never takes it off for anyone or anything.

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Likes/dislikes/art, etc. [optional]:
Likes
-Fighting
-Being jovial
-flirting with the ladies
-his father
-chivalry
-the bandanna he wears around his neck

Dislikes
-talking about the war
-talking about the female he loved
-talking about his past
-hiding/running from the army
-hiding his scar
sugarcrush

[SabrinaB]

Heya,
I am helping Wes out by doing critques. If I missed you, please PM me and I'll have a look at your form(s).
Don't forget to fill out the form if you want someone to look at your form!

As far as I know I looked all forms over who asked for a comment and sent it by PM