September 2014 Discussion Thread

[Wolven Girl]

Bel, whoa. The story is brilliant. It actually reminded human struggles with growing up a lot. The excitement first, but then realisation and the doubts. Not sad for me, just... sooo real. Or maybe it shows that what's real that's sad? The story You wrote is so deep!

Even after writing a ten page essay on Thoreau, while battling a head cold, I can still tug everyones heart strings <3
I know that growing up is hard for everyone.
Therefore, you all got a deep story. Sorry D:

And thank you all for complimenting my writing. I will say, I have been in a slump for a long time...and because of all of you...I'm writing again.

Also, 15 points your potter house and a free pet to whoever can tell me what a growing up story is called, in literature terms.
#Englishnerd

Is it called a Bildungsroman?

[plutonian]

To be honest I looked up the Internet for that. I never heard of it x) Learned a new thing though!

I wonder if any of the horses will grow into adults tomorrow night.

[reynard]

Yupperdoodles. A coming of age novel is called a Bildungsroman.
And I expected most of you to google it. But now you learned something new!

Your english lesson for the night, ladies and gents'.

Learning through staff pet stories. For the win.
*high fives Babbu*

[Wolven Girl]

@Bel, Confessing that I did have to google it, thanks for the stripey staff pup though

[Silver Tiger~]

Woo, I got all the pets from tonight! /so relieved. I was so worried I was going to miss that PPS, but I got one and still have some day 8's left over... and the rats have been very kind to me. I keep getting one or two of each one /crosses fingers this trend continues.

And bel racat's dog! What a gorgeous pup. I can't wait for Floogle to grow up so they can be together :3

[wander]

Let me tell you a story...

Growing up was not easy, not for anyone. To this day, there are times I, Bel, look back and remember how much easier being young was. Laughing, smiling, not a single care that weighed me down. Babbu was quite like me, which is not shocking considering I raised him. Back when it was just he and Floogle, playing around without cares, it was different.
It was heartbreaking, watching Babbu grow up while his best friend remained very young, a puppy. Sure, he would catch up soon, but that did not mean much to such a young dog. Now Babbu was alone, and he too was different. Where he used to stand up for those who were singled out and called weird by others, he himself was now quite peculiar. A mask on his face, his feet a different colour. A peacock's feather striping down his back, evidence of his love of flying. Most interesting of all, feathers that floated around him as he padded along. The one that was terminally behind his ear, of course. And his favorite feather, the one he wore around his neck.
Let me show you what that day was like. The day Babbu realized he had to be a grown up...

It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word
And then that word grew louder and louder
'Til it was a battle cry
I'll come back when you call me
No need to say goodbye

'The first thing he noticed, when he woke up that fateful morning, was the fact that the light wasn't as glaring as normal. Blinking, it seemed odd. He had noticed he had been getting bigger, taller. Going to rub his face with his paw, the next thing he noticed is their change. What? Scrabbling backwards, Babbu made a b-line for the closest water source. He had too look at himself, and quickly. What he saw when he peered had him shocked, however. A raccoons mask and feet, feathers everywhere, the patterns painted onto his fur. After a few moments of hyperventilating, a grin split onto the young, mature wolf's face. He was all grown up...he had to go show Floogle!
Sprinting away from his home, he ran towards where he knew Floogle and he hung out with the other puppies. As he rounded the corner though...he hesitated. In front of him, he could see them all romping and playing, acting all young and carefree. When some of the other dogs, like Arabella and the quiet star pup, grew up...they had left. Babbu had thought that maybe they had been sent somewhere, or something was happening. But at this very moment, this very second, he understood.
They had grown up. Just like him.
Now it was his turn to watch over the other pups, and patiently wait for his best friend to grow up too.
"Enjoy being a puppy Floogle," Babbu said quietly to himself, "because it goes past so quick. And then you're grown up."'

Fin.
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That was more sad than I meant. Oops.

When Floogle grows up, I'll write a happier one about them getting into shenanigans together again.

these stories are brilliant ♥

[Lunarsnow]

Man I had five blue cats and none of them turned into the PPS. Maybe they're mad at me 'cause I had pizza for dinner. x)

[Emily Rainbows]

What are the names of the puppies? I'm trying to name them as their creators named then, but I don't know all their names.

[Lunarsnow]

What are the names of the puppies? I'm trying to name them as their creators named then, but I don't know all their names.

Here you are~

[Maddy]

Azazel is the name of a demon and this one looks kinda demonic to me, with it's eyes ;v; But then Saikiyo said the long tail/crimped ears/looks angry, so this is my other guess, which I feel is more accurate, if at all!