[she wolf warrior]

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art is a booster too <3

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oh my hamster,im totally in love-such a cutie *O*
Username: Hamstersomething

Yes,i´m named Cassius,but you can call me Cas ,its shorter i guess^^ For what I know,the name "Cassius" means "vain" or "empty" in latin,but im sure my parents never knew about that,or at least i hope so...*slightly shyly grin*
they probably just liked the sound of it,and i personally do so too-and to be honest,at least the part about empty was surprisingly fitting when i was younger.



I was born a male,and i have always identified myself as such.



Well,one of the first things people usually learn about me is that i really like manta rays-they are not simply my favourite fish,but probably my favourite of all living beeings in the world.Its not only because their elegant beauty and childhearted,soft personality have always impressed me,its mostly because thoose fish have a personal meaning to me and my life,especially one of them,an extremely gentle lady whom i *cough* creatively *cough* called pancake,because i was just a kitten when everything happened,and kittens just have that weird habit of naming everything around them based on how it looks like...but i wander from the subject. As i said,the my name´s meaning was actually a pretty good decscription of how i felt as a kit. empty. I have still no idea why,but i was probably the most insecure,self-doubting and timid thing in a radius of hundred miles,and i absolutely knew that.It was just that i had always so many doubts and horrible possibilities of what could go wrong inside my head,no matter what i was trying to do or where i was,and that caused me to find myself not exactly likeable.I was always deeply fascinated by the sea,but i was always to scared to jump into the cold water,and so i spent most of my time sitting on the beach,wandering around ,observing the manta rays wich used to jump out of the water .Until the day the strange,blue thing was washed ashore.It was a fishing net,probably one with some holes in it,because it was clearly abandoned-but the thing that really catched my attention was the black and white manta ray wich was intrapped in it.It was a young ray,still a baby,and even though it already head a wingspan of about a meter,it looked so small and helpless laying on the sand,blood tripping out of some long rifts where the net cut into its flesh.And in this moment,i realized that i was suddenly not the most dependend beeing in the world,that there where someone who needet somebody to rely on-and if i wouldt take care of it,nobody would.When my parents told me to throw the animal back into the ocean because it had probably no chances anyway,i refused for the first time in my life,and the following days i spend all night and day beside the little tidal pool i choosed as "pancakes" hospital room,only leaving the place when i had to bring fresh,plankton-containing water.I was horribly scared that pancake would die the first nights,but then i came to the conclusion that she was probably way more worried and scared than me,so i had to be calm and confident for her.Step by step and without realizing it,i learned how to ban the illogical fears and worries from my head and to focus on the goals i wanted to archieve instead of beeing to scared to even try it,and all that because i had to take care of somebody who needed me.Now i was no longer able to hide in my corner and let the big ones handle everything for me,because now I was the big one.and much to my surprise i had to see that i could actually handle things on my own.Pancake grew bigger and bigger,and after a month the cuts on her fins where nothing more than thin white scars,and herself was almost twice as big as me-and way to big for the tidal pool.I looked at the manta ray,mentally compairing her to the little,helpless thing i found weeks ago,and felt proud and relieved-we had made it,Pancake was saved and already capable of returning into the ocean.With the help of my father,i carried and pulled her into the sea,where she acted like she had never done something else than rushing through the waves.In the moment i saw the big,butterfly-like silhouette jumping out of the water,a thought came to my mind. *If such a dependend,little animal can grow into something this big and confident,why not me too ?* A few seconds later i simply ignored all the doubting voices inside my head and finally jumped into the water,just as i always wanted to do.

Now,as an adult,most of the insecurity that held me back then is gone,i found the courage to actually take my life into my own paw.It took a lot of time and i had to deal with lots of setbacks untill i found my place in the world-but i know had never even tried it if i had never met the adorable flatfish that forced me to take responsibility for her and myself.Pancake is an elderly lady by now,but i still swim with her daily,and i couldnt think of a more loyal and affectionate companion.

[she wolf warrior]

Bump, ending in 2 days! I really like the effort put into the form above! ^^

[she wolf warrior]

oh my hamster,im totally in love-such a cutie *O*
Username: Hamstersomething

Yes,i´m named Cassius,but you can call me Cas ,its shorter i guess^^ For what I know,the name "Cassius" means "vain" or "empty" in latin,but im sure my parents never knew about that,or at least i hope so...*slightly shyly grin*
they probably just liked the sound of it,and i personally do so too-and to be honest,at least the part about empty was surprisingly fitting when i was younger.



I was born a male,and i have always identified myself as such.



Well,one of the first things people usually learn about me is that i really like manta rays-they are not simply my favourite fish,but probably my favourite of all living beeings in the world.Its not only because their elegant beauty and childhearted,soft personality have always impressed me,its mostly because thoose fish have a personal meaning to me and my life,especially one of them,an extremely gentle lady whom i *cough* creatively *cough* called pancake,because i was just a kitten when everything happened,and kittens just have that weird habit of naming everything around them based on how it looks like...but i wander from the subject. As i said,the my name´s meaning was actually a pretty good decscription of how i felt as a kit. empty. I have still no idea why,but i was probably the most insecure,self-doubting and timid thing in a radius of hundred miles,and i absolutely knew that.It was just that i had always so many doubts and horrible possibilities of what could go wrong inside my head,no matter what i was trying to do or where i was,and that caused me to find myself not exactly likeable.I was always deeply fascinated by the sea,but i was always to scared to jump into the cold water,and so i spent most of my time sitting on the beach,wandering around ,observing the manta rays wich used to jump out of the water .Until the day the strange,blue thing was washed ashore.It was a fishing net,probably one with some holes in it,because it was clearly abandoned-but the thing that really catched my attention was the black and white manta ray wich was intrapped in it.It was a young ray,still a baby,and even though it already head a wingspan of about a meter,it looked so small and helpless laying on the sand,blood tripping out of some long rifts where the net cut into its flesh.And in this moment,i realized that i was suddenly not the most dependend beeing in the world,that there where someone who needet somebody to rely on-and if i wouldt take care of it,nobody would.When my parents told me to throw the animal back into the ocean because it had probably no chances anyway,i refused for the first time in my life,and the following days i spend all night and day beside the little tidal pool i choosed as "pancakes" hospital room,only leaving the place when i had to bring fresh,plankton-containing water.I was horribly scared that pancake would die the first nights,but then i came to the conclusion that she was probably way more worried and scared than me,so i had to be calm and confident for her.Step by step and without realizing it,i learned how to ban the illogical fears and worries from my head and to focus on the goals i wanted to archieve instead of beeing to scared to even try it,and all that because i had to take care of somebody who needed me.Now i was no longer able to hide in my corner and let the big ones handle everything for me,because now I was the big one.and much to my surprise i had to see that i could actually handle things on my own.Pancake grew bigger and bigger,and after a month the cuts on her fins where nothing more than thin white scars,and herself was almost twice as big as me-and way to big for the tidal pool.I looked at the manta ray,mentally compairing her to the little,helpless thing i found weeks ago,and felt proud and relieved-we had made it,Pancake was saved and already capable of returning into the ocean.With the help of my father,i carried and pulled her into the sea,where she acted like she had never done something else than rushing through the waves.In the moment i saw the big,butterfly-like silhouette jumping out of the water,a thought came to my mind. *If such a dependend,little animal can grow into something this big and confident,why not me too ?* A few seconds later i simply ignored all the doubting voices inside my head and finally jumped into the water,just as i always wanted to do.

Now,as an adult,most of the insecurity that held me back then is gone,i found the courage to actually take my life into my own paw.It took a lot of time and i had to deal with lots of setbacks untill i found my place in the world-but i know had never even tried it if i had never met the adorable flatfish that forced me to take responsibility for her and myself.Pancake is an elderly lady by now,but i still swim with her daily,and i couldnt think of a more loyal and affectionate companion.

Winner! No one else entered, so I have closed this early.
I love the effort, and the personality described him well!
Beautiful form, and effort Is amazing!
Enjoy him ^^

[$moke]

holy cheesecake,i won?
aaaaw,thank you so,so much,i absolutely fell in love with this sharkeeta <3

[she wolf warrior]

holy cheesecake,i won?
aaaaw,thank you so,so much,i absolutely fell in love with this sharkeeta <3

You are so welcome!! I really loved the effort and you deserve him!