[AislingNyht]

(Found a computer in the lab with semi-working java, yay)
Oh no! This little one seems to have lost a leg. Poor thing, at least it can still walk.
For the extra I'd like a story about how it lost its leg, or art of it with a new prosthetic leg.

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[lesbianism]

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Why, hello there. My name is James, and I am being forced

to record this against my own free will by an extremely annoying

friend of mine. Apparently, it's inspirational. Psh.

Anyway, as you can probably tell by now, I've an English accent.

I'm told I use sophisticated language, but really, do they expect me

to resort to-to slang!? Some people, right? Right? Anyway, I

refuse to use slang. It is a desperate form of language that teenagers

use to try to relate. Yes, I know I technically am a teenager, but

I personally think that I'm in a somewhat... Different category.

After all. I'm not desperately trying to relate by using slang, am I?

Though, it would be nice to have a friend who doesn't force me to record

my life story sometimes.

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Alright. Here we go. So, I'm just your typical teen woodland
fox, minus the slang. I mean, I've got a few quirks; I collect magnets,
have an extreme phobia of pink food and I can't stand being around
other people, except for Elle (whom may have forced me to write
that part), my best friend. But other than that, I'm normal.
So, I was taking a walk one day, just minding my own business, when
I spot something. Don't ask me what it was, cause I have absolutely
no idea what do ever. Fine, I'll try to describe it. It was... Delicate.

Almost scarily so. And it looked like a human, except a very tiny
version of one. About the size of a mouse. It was wearing a little
white petticoat, had rosy cheeks and a pretty little blue dress on.
And, it was stuck in a very, very tall tree.
Then, I spotted the little human kit below the tree, crying and
pointing to the tiny thing. It looked distraught. So, I did the
natural thing.
I climbed the tree to get it.
Now, you may be thinking, 'WHAT!? You climbed a really, really,
REALLY high tree just to get some mouse sized human thing that
isn't even alive, for a whinging kit?' And I, dear one, would reply,
'Yes.'
Now, let's move on.
So, I started climbing. The bark was pretty easy to cling to, but
that probably isn't a good thing, though it seemed it at the time.
It just meant that I got higher before I fell. Up I went, until I was
almost close enough to touch the little thing.
Key word; almost.
So, I glanced down at the hopeful little kit below me. And I jumped
for it.
I just managed to get it caught in my claws, but I couldn't get the
branch. Or any of the branches, actually. So down I fell.

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So, I woke up some time later, and my head was throbbing, and I

couldn't feel one of my legs. So, I tried to get up, right?

And my leg wasn't there.

It was gone completely.

It took a while, but I eventually learnt to walk on it. It

was hard. It hurt quite a bit. But I managed. So, that's my

'heroic, inspirational' story. Psh. All I did was get a thing for

some little human kit, right?

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[Daffana]

Username: Daffana
Kit name: (I'll assume this is the name of the fox) Russet
Kit gender: Male
Extra: Russet barely remembers his missing leg. He was born in a small group of foxes, and his father was the leader of them. His parents were so proud of him, praising and encouraging him. All the other cubs were jealous of him and all the attention he got.

The other cubs got so jealous of him that Markus, the most daring and oldest of the cubs, decided to steal Russet and hope that the other cubs would be treated more fairly.

But where to hide him? As dawn began to break, Markus frantically scrambled up a tree and left Russet there. It was no trouble, for Russet was extremely small and lightweight.

When Russet woke up, his eyes were still shut, and he pawed around for his mother and her soft fur. But he pawed too far. Russet stretched out, far over the branch, and fell. He fell. And landed with a horrifying thump. He tried to scream, but Russet could only manage a little squeak. He lay there, winded for quite some time. It was only luck that another fox found him.

The mysterious fox healed Russet, but could not heal his leg. He barked in a weird pitch-changed squeaking kind of voice, which made Russet drift off.

When Russet awoke, his leg was gone and he was lying, alone, in a grassy, soft clearing with an appetizing squirrel lying next to him.

[lesbianism]

Bump.

[ruberiot]

icybluegal

Simon- Meaning "he has heard"

Male

Simon sniffed at the cold metal curiously, as he'd never seen such a contraption. It was lined with sharp, jagged edges that shone in the fading light. Oh, I wonder what this is? he thought to himself, timidly taking one step closer. It reeked of... death, was it? Simon wrinkled his nose at the acrid stench. "Gross!" he yelped. But he still didn't move. Ignoring the putrid reek, he stepped closer, for he had noticed a good sized slab of meat just on the opposing side of the trap. Suddenly, the ground beneath his paw gave way and, with a yelp of surprise, Simon tried to race away. But the cold metal held him fast in its embrace, burying its metal "teeth" in his leg. Whimpering, the fox vainly tried to get away.
He lay there, hungry and thirsty, for one week before the fox came.
She appeared on a cold day, emerging from the shadows. She looked at Simon. "What a mess you've gotten yourself into, little one." she said softly, stepping towards him. She fed him a concoction of leaves and some other liquid medicine that sedated the fox.
When Simon awoke, the fox was gone, and he was free of the trap. But his leg was gone.
Simon didn't seem to care; he hobbled to his feet and learned to hobble about. He grew stronger and stronger everyday, all thanks to the vixen that saved him.

[AislingNyht]

-snip for size-

Yikes, sorry for taking so long everyone! I got super busy, and honestly in all the chaos I forgot.⋆Shοrτ Gιrαffορυs, I love the effort you put into the entry, you win!
icybluegal, I love your form too and the story, and because it's christmas time, I'm going to give you a second place prize! You can pick the color scheme (hex codes would be great if you have them) and I'll make a fox with it. It'll probably be a while though, as I don't go back to school till the 2nd and unless I get wifi, that's the only place I have access to the Oekaki.

[ruberiot]

[quote=AislingNyht]Yikes, sorry for taking so long everyone! I got super busy, and honestly in all the chaos I forgot.⋆Shοrτ Gιrαffορυs, I love the effort you put into the entry, you win!
icybluegal, I love your form too and the story, and because it's christmas time, I'm going to give you a second place prize! You can pick the color scheme (hex codes would be great if you have them) and I'll make a fox with it. It'll probably be a while though, as I don't go back to school till the 2nd and unless I get wifi, that's the only place I have access to the Oekaki.[/quote]

Ooh, wow! Thank you! I'll start thinking of it now. ;)

[~animallover~]

Username:Rogers911
Kit's name: Fawn
Kit's Gender: Female
Extra: Once upon a time, there was a little brown fox named fawn. Fawn was the most beautiful fox in all the land. She had hundreds of admirers and thousands of fans. But just like any beautiful fox, she also had a few enemies. One of these enemies were named Thomas Jefferson. Thomas was a young man, only about 16 years old and his father had taught him to hunt a year before. It was time for him to mount his first fox head. So, he set out to find a fox. After about an hour of searching, Thomas saw a brown fox asleep in a burrow of clovers and lilies, a beautiful fox with elegant curves and glorious features. Fawn. He instantly took out two snares and a bear trap from his camouflage hunting bag. He quietly placed the bear trap near Fawn's borrow and fired his hand gun. Fawn's eyes widened to the size of glistening golf balls and she ran out of the borrow, getting her back left leg stuck inside the bear trap. Thomas jumped up and wrapped his first snare around Fawn's neck, leaving a cut that stained her fur. He was just about to get the second snare from his bag when one of Fawn's admirers heard her crying yelps and came to her aid. Pressing the trigger of the bear track to free Fawn and snarling at Thomas to send him running. This admirer's name was Stanley. Stanley and Fawn grew in love and became inseparable. Although Fawn's neck wounds healed, her leg was no longer of use do to the accident. It was soon amputated and left as a stub. From that day on, Fawn and Stanley were the greatest couple of all the land and Fawn was still most beautiful even with only three legs.