[waterstar.]

can we add sketches to go with the story? or extras? >u<

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[olive oil]

Username; canadianfishyy
Name; Hudson
Gender; Male
PPS?; Nope nvn
Story;

"No, no no! Get out!" I grimace, paws towards the ground, as I fly through the air, the wind rushing through my silvery fur. Even though the drop was no more than two feet. I was feeling quite ashamed of myself, as I had broken my owner's favorite vase... at least, I think that's what she called it when she was screaming at me. WIPWIPWIP

[feverrr]

Ｓｏ, ｗｈａｔ ｄｏ ｙｏｕ ｇｏ ｂｙ?

Ah, hello. I'm Vapour. I currently own one plumerian, named
Brandy, but I am extremely eager to own another of these lil
cuties! The reason I am drawn to this plummie in particular is
that I absolutely feel head over heels for the grey and pastel
colour pallet. It is absolutely, stunningly, beautiful, as are her
small little edited ears, the most adorable plummie I've seen.


Ｗｈａｔ ｄｏｅｓ ｓｈｅ ｇｏ ｂｙ?

This amazing little plumerian goes by the name Valentina Paisley,
but she prefers being called by the names Vallen, and Tuna. The
nickname tuna came from when she was younger, a friend of hers
showed her a small grey fish, it's shiny scales a similar colour to
her pale fur. She bit into the small fish eagerly, only to shriek in
disgust. It had tasted horrible! From that day forward, she's Tuna.


Ｉｓ ｓｈｅ ａ ｇｉｒｌ ｏｒ ｂｏｙ?

Vallen is a lovely little lady, and she is nothing but a lovely lil lady.
She does prefer the pronouns she, and her, and will take offense to
being called he or him. She loves being a girl, thinking it means she
is the best because, well, being a girl is the best isn't it! She adores
drawing little sketches of pink hearts - Ever see a guy doing that?


Ｉｓ ｔｈｉｓ ｌｉｌ ｇｕｙ ａ ＰＰＳ?

Yes, little Valentina is a PPS, meaning permanent pup syndrome,
meaning that she will never grow up, or have a mate, or pups. She
is glad about this, she just loves being a pup, being ably to slide on
out of trouble, to explore all day long with no children to worry for,
she is just loving being free and young, and never, ever, worrying.


Ｔｅｌｌ ｍｅ ａ ｓｔｏｒｙ ｎｏｗ.

A small streak of silvery fur squeezed through a small white gate, leading into the backyard she visited everyday, just green grass tickling her rosy pastel paw pads. small icy blue eyes sneaking quick glances under the worn through, graying fence posts. The small grey animal slowly, and curiously blinking, wondering if there really was more to her world than the small yard. Small pink-magenta and white patterned feathers sprouting from behind her silky floppy ears, and the base of her short tail. She took a deep breath readying herself, she wanted to explore further into this mysterious world, than simple the same backyard, the same pastel flowers, and the same rough and blotchy sycamore tree. The sun shining through its leaves, lighting up the small dirt and gravel hole she had been working on for weeks, small fragile pads only able to do so much work a day. On short silver furred legs, she padded slowly through the hole, keeping her chin low to the ground, as not to damage her silky fur. She gaped and gasped as she ducked through into the open, a gentle citrus-fragranted breeze blowing through her soft fluff. Her eyes gleamed with a fresh shine, and her fur given a new light beneath a powerful sun. Her eyes widened-there were so many trees! Oaks, sycamores, spruce, and elm. An unlimited supply of places to roam. She pranced around, so many new flowers in every imaginanble shade. It was a true paradise.

[Swiftalu]

can we add sketches to go with the story? or extras? >u<

Extras and art are not allowed, these will disqualify you.

[quietlights]

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Story; Mara squeaked as her owner gently set her down on the doorstep, quietly shutting the door. She sniffed the air, pawing at her sky blue bowl of cat food. Everything was filled with endless noises and scents. Raising her tail high, she trotted down the steps to the sidewalk. She seemed to think that she owned the world as she stalked down the path, batting at a passing butterfly. Suddenly, a pair of huge leather shoes came down right next to her. She mewled in surprize, jumping out of the way. Mara clambered up to the top of a great silver machine beside her house and cleaned her whiskers, trying to regain her composure. Her eyes widened at the sight of a pair of blue machines zoomed down the hard, black path. What is that black stuff? she wondered, carefully scooting down the front of the machine and back onto the ground. She stared with utter concentration at the strange black path where the machines roamed, trying to figure out what it was. Ever so slowly, she reached out a paw and tentatively poked it. There was no reaction. Again, she pawed at it, becoming more bold as she discovered it was solid and harmless. Proud of her discovery, she pranced out into the road. Out of nowhere, a white machine sped around the corner. The human inside was grooving to the music he was blasting and didn’t see Mara. Everything seemed to fall into slow motion. Every single fur on Mara’s pelt stuck straight up as she sprinted to the other side. She buried herself in a bush of crimson flowers, shaking in terror. Peeking out at the sidewalk, she discovered that there were more human dens, or houses as her owner called them. Warily glancing back and forth, she walked out onto the sidewalk. “Hey pretty kitty! What’s your name?” A human girl of about age twelve ran towards her, holding out her hand. Mara stood her ground, unsure of what to do. The girl reached down and began stroking her. Mara felt a purr rumble up from her throat as she nuzzled the girl’s hand in delight.

Mara woke up, yawning. She flipped the covers off, springing up. The first light of dawn was coming through the windows. It would be so weird to be an actual cat! she thought, slipping into a pair of shorts and a t shirt. No one else was up yet. She quietly sneaked out the back door, hopping over into the fence and into the oak forest for another day of adventure.

story by me, coding by satine

[my sweet piano]

Username; hidden. I am currently a non-owner.
Name; This plumie's name is Curiositas, which is curiosity in Latin. No, curiosity did not kill the cat.
Gender; This one will be a boy.
PPS?; No, most cats grow up, and so shall this one.
Story; wip
The day I came out from this bars and got a new home, I was excited, even though I tried to wriggle from my owner's squeezing arms. That day was a small miracle to me. Nothing cages, no stale food, not much to shy away from. The creature who took me wasn't furry, it was quite peculiar.

[ｐｒｉｘｉｅ]

Username; ＰＩＲＡＣＹ
Name; Ines- (ee-neh-s); Ines means innocent
Gender; female
PPS?; no
Story; wip.

[peppermintleo]

Reserved with the name Benjamin, Ben, Benjii (All will be used)

[r4g4rg]

Username; Three the Neko
Name; Leia (pronounced le-ah)
Gender; Female
PPS?; No thanks <3
Story;
Her paws and nose pressed to the window, Leia stared in wonder as they arrived at their destination, Paris. She was excited, this was the first time her owner let her travel and she couldn't wait to poke around a little. Besides, her tiny stomach was growling and she really wanted a bite to eat!

She was later quivering with excitement as she craned her neck up to see the top of what was known as the Eiffel Tower. Staring in amazement, she wondered if she could see her house from the top. She nosed her human and started to mew, using her paw to point at the top. Hopefully he would understand her question and take her up there. To her dismay, they couldn't go up there but the disappointment did not spoil her so far amazement.

After eating what seemed like a basket full of baguettes, Leia finally settled down in the soft cloth of the basket, and fell asleep, dreaming of her adventure earlier that day and the adventures soon to come in the "City of Love".