[Kydashing]

A Cleud is a wolf that has some cloud fur around its neck, which makes it unique. Stars are also stuck to the fur of Cleuds, and cannot fall off unless pulled with force. Cleuds get extremely sensitive when anything attempts to shift their stars so don't get too close! The stars also glow brightly in the dark, which is useful sometimes. They come in different colours, any you could imagine! They make good companions, although at first they may be distrusting and timid. Their young are called pups, and usually come in litters of two - one is unusual. Their eye colour always match their stars in their cloud fluff.

It appears that this Cleud has such a lovely, light colored pelt! But...those eyes...wow they contrast everything!

Tell me...who is this guy/gal?

You may add up to 2 extras, may it be personality, relationships, art or more to their story!
I'd like to see some prettying up, but it's not required! <3

I will judge this (unless you need more time) on August 4th, 2015

Also, this is my last Cleud I'll be making as a guest artist!

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[Tiny paw]

ignore this. stupid coppa thing i cant delete it xD

[hypnowave]

Mad res

[Hawky<3]

dropping out ovo

[Firedancer77]

I'm Firedancer77! I currently only own one Cleud, one my friend generously gifted to me, and I would love to have another! Maybe this will be the first girl that I manage to win?

Her name is Candy. However, she's not exactly as sweet as her name would suggest, tormented by her innermost thoughts.

Candy is a girl. Female. A lady. Although, she may not be the most lady-like girl ever - she's a bit more tomboyish side - but she is definitely a girl!

I sit in my home, staring at the wall I always stare at. I can't help the thoughts I’m having in my head. They come during the night. They keep me awake, constantly lurking, begging me to deny the things they whisper.

You do the same thing every day.

It always started with that, didn't it? That was the question that began the endless process. It wasn't exactly a lie. I do the same thing every day. A routine, as if I’d spun around. Everything blurs together, but in the end you're still seeing the same thing.

You're scared of change.

That wasn't really a lie either. I was frightened by the idea of things changing. And yet, I didn't want to stay in my dull life. No, I didn't just now want to. I refused to. Yet, how could I stop the routine I fell into every day? How could I make it more interesting?

You feel alone.

Why did it always target my secret doubts? My hidden fears? Somehow, it always targeted me in the spots where I was weakest. I did feel alone. Always had. I hardly ever talked to others. It was normal. Routine.

You're scared of being alone.

I am scared of it. I'm scared to think nobody cares. Maybe it's part of the reason no one is actually able to get in. I won't give them the chance, because I'm scared to be tossed away. Is it my fault I'm alone? Is my fear of it the reason it's happening?

You're scared to be alive.

Yes, I am. I'm scared to think of how I could end up feeling. I don't suffer much the way I am. If I become "alive", in all senses, would it change things? Would I be hurt? These statements just make even more questions. But I want to actually experience life. I don't want to feel like I'm just watching everyone else live, while I watch from the distance. What if my life becomes awful?

You're scared of trying to fly, only to fall.

I am. I'm afraid to fail. I'm afraid to think I can do something, only to fall back and find that I can't. That I am unable to fly, like I want to, and that I'll plummet and fall on my face. It would be simpler to stay in this ordinary life, if you can even call it that. Easier to accept that I will never have a better reality than what I have.

You want your life shattered.

That's what it all comes down to, isn't it? Do I want my life to shatter, to break apart, and risk being unable to put it back together in a way I want? These doubts fly across my head, begging me to answer them. But I can't.

I retreat to my room, to try and gather some sleep. Perhaps tomorrow I can answer those questions, and finally rid myself of them by deciding.

Her song would have to be Shatter Me, by Lindsey Stirling. I actually found it searching in another competition for another adopt, and as I began to type her story, it really gave me a good idea for her personality and story. So, I totally ditched my not so good idea from before, and went with this, because I really liked it.

Candy is, how shall we say, trapped in her daily routines. Her life never seems to change, and while she longs for life, she's afraid of it all the same. She has Monophobia, the fear of being alone; a fear of rejection; and Metathesiophobia, the fear of change. And yet, she wants things to change, and she's so afraid of being rejected that she causes her own fear of being alone, a constant cycle which makes it even worse. In the end, she is her own downfall. She just wants to be accepted and have friends. Yet, she sees no way that she can do so. She finds herself in a routine that she wants to change, but that she can't change because she's afraid that she will make things worse. It makes her miserable, doing the same thing, and keeps her awake at night, whenever she can't find anyway to calm her inner qualms.

[namjookie]

waiting can make you fall

username;tigerstar;

name;september

gender;september happens to be female, but she is bisexual, and believes herself to transgender.

her story;september has always been the cleud to keep her distance. despite her usually bubbly and social personality, september always comes across in a harsh way. she'll either snap, or turn away. she fears for this, since she lost many of her friends when she found out what she was.

a month.

september had the ability, to control her mood in the month of september. she found this hard to believe, but when september actually came, she found herself making more friends than in january, or june. once every fortnight, september would get weird dreams - telling her to meet the 'others' at midnight on the beach. as everyone else would, she decided against it. but the dreams got stronger, and stronger. soon enough, she had practically forced herself into whatever predicament she was in.

midnight by the beach. september arrived, only to see many beautiful cleuds, never alike.

january, february, march, april, may, june..

she turned to the moon at its fullest height, and smiled. genuinely. for the gods watching over her had given her friends that were here to stay.

..july, august, september, october, november, december.

extras;We know that in September, we will wander through the warm winds of summer's wreckage. We will welcome summer's ghost.

not many people love september like i do. i've always loved the month, the sudden weather changes and thanks giving.

all my friends tell me i'm stupid, and that july is obviously best. hot days on the beach, cooling water at your paws.

i want to prove them wrong, prove them that september is just as good as july. january makes july feel like a god, and that's what makes her brag so much. september, meanwhile, although she is alot more comfortable around us (like i had cleverly suggested to may), she keeps her distance. occassionally she will hang around with november and august, she seems happy like that.

i'm more towards the start of the year. i'm february, at your service.

i was the one who brought up the idea of bringing september to our world. she was the only month left out - i felt so bad for her. me and my twins, january and february start off the year. we're always so busy during our months - and mine has an odd number compared to the others. i'm bullied because of it. they call me shorty.

yes, my form is relatively small compared to the others, but september seems just as small as me.

when i had free time, i had a small leaf follow her everywhere. she was bullied, broken down, and alone.

a lot like me.

the other months disagreed to bringing her to our homeworld, but shouldn't every month be loved?

shouldn't every month have the ability to be around their own kind?

that was my plan. now she helps work with october, november, and december in bringing the year to an end. they're always so cheerful when it comes to their time to shine.

it's like they wait all year to be noticed like the rest of us.

don't worry guys, i love you all.

just be true to you. do what you do best. bring warm winds and thanks giving. bring cool nights and halloween. bring chilly nights and hot chocolates. bring beautiful snow and christmas.

i wish the others loved you like i do. - february, two months after september's arrival.

good luck to you all! <3

[Firedancer77]

When you say a story about this Cleud, what do you mean?

[Kydashing]

(This can be something that can explain their design, eyes, who they are a character, etc. Something inter-sting that makes them unique to others! Hopefully that helps you!)

[Firedancer77]

(This can be something that can explain their design, eyes, who they are a character, etc. Something inter-sting that makes them unique to others! Hopefully that helps you!)

Alright! Thank you!

[fish out of water]

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