[Katie_monkey]

Hey there Gorgeous, the name's Rick, the adventurer, you've probably heard of me.

Floc #: 105
Floc Name: Rick
Backstory (less than 500 words): Ever since Rick was a little floc, he yearned for adventure. He climbed trees, jumped around rooftops, even swam, which every floc knows is a ridiculous and exhausting endeavor that shouldn't be attempted until a floc is in their awakened form. As Rick grew older, his adventures became bigger and more daring, such as jumping off cliffs (knowing his levitation would save him), and going on adventures through the jungle, hunting for treasure, swinging on vines, and still swimming (of course his practice when hes was younger meant he could actually swim to a degree)! Rick can be described as boisterous, boastful, a blow-hard, and very flirtatious. Whenever Rick sees a girl-floc he likes, or any girl-floc for that matter, he starts chatting her up and calling her by names such as 'sweet cheeks' or 'gorgeous'. Ricks gotten into a lot of fights that way, but all of Ricks adventures have made him a pretty quick healer, so things like falling out of trees and getting hit by branches (or paws) hardly even phase him. Rick can be easily annoyed at times and can have bouts of anger if anyone pesters him too much, usually yelling at them. Rick would never be caught dead without his fedora, which he always wears wherever he goes, so Rick is always prepared for his adventure, wherever that may be!

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♒♒there are plenty of other fish in the sea

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↓Floc #↓
105. I love how his little angler light is like a bright splash of colour against his clay coloured fur. It almost looks like he has a faint pebble-pattern on his fur.
↓Floc Name↓
Xolotl {kso-oh-lot-ul}
↓Backstory (less than 500 words)↓
When Xolotl was born, there was something significantly different about him.
He was captivated by the sea. The calming waves seemed to talk to him in a way which nobody else understood. Every waking moment was spent gazing from the cliffs out towards the ocean, the waves dancing and licking up the sandy shores. Since Xolotl had no owner, he mostly slept under rocky ledges or in old rock pools.
Xolotl didn't know how to swim. Though he loved the sea, he feared it greatly. Xolotl had seen the raging waters on windy days, he had seen lightning pierce the horizon at night and he had seen things falling from cliffs down into the depths of the ocean. They never came back.

Xolotl hadn't had family, really. His parents had left him early. They had wanted a pretty little girl, not really a timid, greyish boy. Xolotl hadn't minded. His life wasn't very different without them- they hadn't helped him in any way, so he had learnt how to fend for himself years ago. He didn't notice they had left until three days later.

It was a hot, early summer morning. Dawn was approaching and the sky was already a warm ochre, the sun just visible. Xolotl was busy humming to himself as he plucked seagull chick feathers from the sand. They would be a cosy addition to his bed, currently situated in an old rock pool further up the shore, where the tide couldn't reach it. As the water tickled his paws, Xolotl's normally slit-shaped eyes widened into round ink pools. A little hermit snail's shell lay speckled with sand. Reaching for it, he was startled as the tide rushed over his paws and he was swept out into the shallow depths. Struggling to pull himself out to the sand again, Xolotl was grasped by the ocean and pulled out into the water.

- his current predicament -

Xolotl is now alone in the middle of nowhere. He was pushed far away into the pacific, marooned in a little alcove on the side of a cliff face. This lonely cliff is devoid of life and surrounded by empty waters.
Xolotl is now alone. But he is happy. He is at one with his favourite thing- the ocean. He is slowly getting braver by the day and is currently learning to swim.

- 387 words -

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but none of them are quite like me♒♒

[oceanic;]

His real name is Edward c:

104

My Name?
Well, honestly, I have no idea. I like to call myself Edward,
but names vary. It depends on how I feel. Somedays i'm a
Henry. Other's a Tom. My birth-name however, is unknown
to me. Everything before I laid on the rocks is.

"Get him!" They shouted. ****** ran. Oh how he ran.
The flock ran on his scrawny four legs, heart pounding louder
than his feet. "Stop, please!", he sobbed. But the attackers
refused to let up. He had committed a crime, an unforgivable
one. Accidental it was, even he refused to let it leave his mind.

"Die!! Burn!" They shouted.

WIP

[Puffee]

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Floc # - #105

Floc Name - Dylan; meaning 'son of the wave', and 'born near the sea'.

Backstory - The wind blew fierce and cold, and smell of salt hung heavily in the air. It was a dark night, and the waves pounded onto the sand with a mighty roar. It was a horrible time to be out, and most were tucked in their warm beds and dreaming the most wonderful dreams. However, not far from the beach a young floc was delicately floating, alone. Conscious and extremely alert, the floc found itself drifting towards the ferocious waves.

How beautiful, yet powerful, and so elegant. It feels almost, like... a second home...

It stopped for a moment.

No, I am not a fish. I am a floc. And flox do not swim. I am lost and I need to find my way.

It seemed to argue with itself, mentally it knew what was right, but something seemed to draw it physically towards the water. It hovered above for a moment, before deciding to dive in.
Mistake.

Frantic splashing, and odd, uncontrolled levitating lead to a confused, frightened floc.

Why did I do that?

The answer came so swiftly and the floc was not even sure where it came from.

Because you wish. You wish you could swim; you wish you could feel the joy in the water, as you have felt so many others do; you wish you could feel the water with pleasure. But you cannot, you are a floc. And floc need their keys...

Since the floc could sense no other beings with telepathic communication, it assumed it was itself that had told it this. As if it had two minds almost.

And then it happened. The floc realised, remembered.
The floc realised it was lost, because it's key was lost. It had been taken, and went missing in the waves. That was why the floc felt such a strong psychic signature from the water, that is why it was being drawn closer.

But how? How will I get it? How will I retrieve my key?
I cannot, it is practically impossible...

So it waited, in utter depression, as high tide became low tide, and sun began to rise. Until their key was literally right in front of them. It had been washed up onto the sand. A young person was holding it.

"You, you're a floc!"

The human gasped in excitement. Perhaps it was also a little disbelief. The floc nodded its head.

"Well, floc have keys, and you don't seem to have one. And I found this."

They held up the key, and the floc could feel it's presence.

"I guess that would make me the owner of your key."

Again, the floc nodded, beginning to feel excited, and a happy feeling overcame it.

"And you, you can be Dylan."


* Please note, when Dylan 'speaks' he is really just thinking to itself, not actually speaking.
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[Akami-chan]

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[Little Fish]

Sorry to post this but, my image disappeared in my form and I'm afraid to edit it so i am putting it here. I did have it animated but that seems to have disappeared too sorry for the inconvenience and good luck everyone. vwv

[Katie_monkey]

good luck everyone!

[Audria]

Good luck to you all ;w;<333

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All this art is so pretttty <3

[Peanutcat]

Good luck everyone. <3 I browsed the forms and really loved them.