[•mochiimomo•]

What is a Tiba? A Tiba is a fox/bear hybrid that is characterized by its bob haircut, soft large paws with no claws, large round ears, sticky syrup across its back, and food themes! They are very kind creatures, intelligent and outgoing that absolutely love to eat foods and desserts. They live amongst ice cream mountains and chocolate rivers, making their homes in dens padded with candy grass. They can be fiercely protective of their young, and are still being studied. Do you have what it takes to win a Tiba's heart?

gahh these lil' guys are so adorable ; v ;

This Tiba is inspired by this cake ❤


Won by Sno Leopard

[ZeTardis]

Username:21elyon
Name:her name is Cake Berry but she goes by Kaykay
Gende:obviously female

Her story-
When she was little her parents disn't care for her much,she was a baking tiba born in a family of snotty rich tibas.she loved to bake ,but she had to bake in secret because her parents disapproved of her baking.
Her dream is to open a huge bakery where many tibas will come and eat her delicious sweets.
She loves to bake things with bluberries the most though.
She can't wait for the day she will have her bakery.
For now she hides out in the kitchens at her house to get away and cook.
The cooks in the kitchen love Kaykay and love it when she comes and bakes with them.
It makes her happy to be in the kitchens and that she knows she is different that her family

[Black Sabbath]

This is soo precious ;A; I love the blueberries man.

[hiyorin]

Name: Penelope
Personality:
Short Story:

work in progress c:

[Pyromaniacal]

Name: Sprick

Personality: Sprick is kind and elegant, charming but shy. Her introverted personality can lead her to friendship troubles, but it can also make her appear modest and mysterious, daring others to approach. She lives life the way she likes it, but can stumble over her own feet and make enormous mistakes that are difficult to fix. She rarely travels from her remote, mountainous home in an effort to protect basic society. She is not afraid of loneliness when it confronts her, and is glad to take a dare if it means she can stay the way she is. Her name, Sprick, comes from the amazing recovery she has when an emotionally harmful incident drives its way into her life. These recoveries have allowed her to become one of the most knowledgable tibas in known existence, and she is often consulted for wise advice.

Short Story: Sprick stood, not sat, on the edge of the rock candy cliff. A fierce wind ruffled her hair. Sighing, she looked across the wide valley towards a candy ocean. This was as far south as she had ever gone, but she was not afraid, merely expectant. She knew that the wind blew no farther than this cliff and was anxious to get out of it.

Slowly, she stumbled down the steep mountain path that led down the rocky-road slope. Her exhaustion, as well as her odd location, were part of a dare challenged to her by a few mountaineers she had met on daily rounds. They told her that she could have power over twice the land she did if she found a certain moonstone necklace that they had hidden in the foothills. This would have been easy for Sprick to do, but then the mountaineers had added a catch: she couldn't sleep for a whole day, sunrise to sunset, before leaving, and she couldn't sleep during the journey either. How they could prove she went unrested she did not know, but at the time had not wanted to risk it. Now she saw it as a plot to get rid of her in an attempt to gain her land. The moonstone necklace probably didn't even exist. Stupid, she thought. How incredibly stupid of me to not have thought of that. But it was too late now. Yes, she could return to her land and tell them off, but she was too tired to walk another mile.

Sprick sadly dragged herself to a gap in the rock face. It wasn't big enough to be called a cave, exactly, but it would shelter her for the night. She curled up on the cold, sugary floor that was the wrong shape for her body. She thought of her woes, both from the past and the present. She thought of the mountaineers' jeering faces and wanted to punch them into the candy beneath her feet. Tomorrow, I'll get them, she thought. And they'll never mess with me again.

It began to rain. Sprick was glad she had seeked out the cavelet. The clouds' roars of thunder sounded like what Sprick imagined she would throw at the mountaineers tomorrow, but she knew she would be too shy to yell at them in the end. Still, she could imagine. And when she finally fell asleep, it was with a smile on her face.

[•mochiimomo•]

Friendly reminder that this ends tomorrow. c:

[Pyromaniacal]

Good luck!

[•mochiimomo•]

And the winner is Sno Leopard, congrats! cx

[Pyromaniacal]

Yay, my first Tiba! Thank you so much!