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Hey guys! This Sala's sibling! But he/she has slightly shorter squid arms, but hey they're puffier! x']

omygod I'm so jealous of my own design I want it so bad hnng
and god dangit someone stop me from drawing swirls

some notes:

-the squid arms are NOT tails they are just oversized tufts that trail behind it
-Sala and this fruit bat are probably going to be the only bats with these tufts
-I couldn't fit the hair but as you can see above there's a mini ref ;]
-if your going to adopt this fruit bat please try to be active

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OMG THIS IS SO AMAZING!!!!!

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Username ;; i am obviously a cat
Name ;; Atlas
Gender ;; female
Childhood Story ;;
When Atlas was younger, she was teased
because of her long 'squid' fur that trailed
behind her. But now, she embraces them by
decorating them with bows and trinkets.
Personality ;;
Atlas is clumsy and is always tripping over her
long fur. She's kinda quiet but very creative and nerdy.

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Username:
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Name:
Nala
Gender:
Nala is bigender and is fine with any pronouns!
childhood story:
Hi!I'm Nala as you already have learned.If you have not noticed,my name is very similar to my sister Sala's!Anyway,I'm here to tell you a story from when I was little.
I was always an outcast among the groups,and even though Sala really wasn't,she was always there by my side.Unfortunately,I was picked on for being bigender.I eventually stopped mentioning it to other fruit bats who were unknowing of my gender.Usually I let them call me she/her because I really am fine with all pronouns.
Sala always stuck up for me.Which brings me to an interesting story from when I was a pup.
These particularly recurring bullies got real pushy one day.They were spitting at me and throwing me around,and I held back tears as hard as I could.Eventually,I couldn't hold back anymore,and tears streamed down my face.this only worsened the insults and beatings.I was praying that Sala would come,like she normally always did.But hours passed,and the bullies were getting meaner.They stopped after a long while,and as soon as they left I stumbled up and limped home,my head down in shame and dried tears under my eyes.
I got home and saw Sala.She was stalking a scrawny mouse,and as my shadow overbeared her it hurried away.Stala looked up,about to protest,but saw my beat up face and sorrowful look.Anger took over her features,and she shot up,walking over to me.
"It was those bullies again,wasn't it?" she muttered,her gaze dark.
"It's okay...I'm fine." I assured her,worried she would provoke the bullies and get hurt.
She grunted,wiping my face with one of her long puffs and then padding toward where she slept in our cave.She curled her tail around a soggy branch and hung down,closing her eyes.
I was shocked at these actions,but shrugged it off and went to join her.
I should have known there was a catch to this.
The next morning I pad out of the cave,and was caught off guard by the events unfolding before my eyes.
I saw a blur of teeth and claws,along with yelping and kicking.Soon I realized it was what I had dreaded the most.
Sala was snarling,threatening,and pushing the bullies.They looked scared,and glanced at me.Their faces satisfied me,much to my guilt.I could tell they would never bully me again.
It was getting really bad,so I had to step in and stop Sala.I even got her to apologize after she made them apologize to me.
Now,me and those bullies are friends!They totally support me being bigender,and hang around me all the time.It's amazing how people can change,isn't it?Sala still keeps an eye on them,though.

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Super Wip.

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[Sketchasaur]

Username: Splatter
Name: Shane
Gender: Male
childhood story:

Wasn't always such a happy tale for this little guy.
Often others would ask why isn't he in the circus? Isn't that where he belongs?
No, he doesn't belong. He viewed the community he lived in as a big-top circus tent.
Where the pecking order when from lion tamers, acrobats to clowns and carnies.
What lie ahead of him was beyond him as he knew deep down that he was a freak.
Normally he looks into the mirror and tries to change who he is in order to seem more..
likable. The only thing was, out of all the name-calling and so on, he didn't realize that
the minorities actually were scared to talk to him for they thought he was the coolest out of them all.
While looking into glistening waters like mirrors he didn't see much difference from him and everyone else.
He thought it over in his head and build a cast around his broken heart and signed it himself. He signed it,
"They were wrong." People starting coming up to him in a positive way as he found ways to power through.
The ones who had talked to him surprised him as he thought they were cooler than him. He smiled and
started to speak when spoken too. Trying to find interests so they could be better friends. As he continued
he found more ways to break through barriers and eventually started to enter a positive atmosphere.
His friends and himself found ways to set up walls so that the people who attacked him mentally would sound
like nothing more than muffled yells that tried to hurt him. He believed he was stronger, now he knows for sure.

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(Hanging with the right people)

You know it's kind of funny how life works out for you. I used to believe that friends were nothing more than people who
drag you down and hold you back from success and constantly be of annoyance. Later in life, I grew to appreciate
the word that everyone calls 'support' which is a term that lacked appearance in my past. It's needed more than ever now.
It helps me get through the walls and my friends help me fight for others. It's such a great feeling having someone by
your side that's ready to help you protect others.

(Finding additional company)

Friends are pretty great but there was something else I found! It was a cute blue Indian ringneck.
I think it liked me because when I went over to it, it broke the silence and seemed to be talking to me.
Odd right? This bird doesn't even know me but seems to like me. I bobbed my head up and down and
it copied it. When I made clicking noises, it would try and do the same which was really cool in my opinion!
I decided to get it and he's been pretty well behaved despite a few outbursts of screeching but I guess
you have to let it out sometimes you know. I found out he's a male before I got him. He began messing
with the lace materials I had and seemed to really like them so I decided to name him Lace!

(Is something wrong?)

One of my friends came over and decided to hang out with me and of course, I did just that. I told them
to wait because I was going to get Lace because I haven't shown him to my friends yet. Once I got him out
and they saw him and he saw them, it was like Lace's mood turned sour. He flew at them and pecked at them.
I grabbed him and quickly apologized for Lace's behavior. It was very unlike him to attack anyone. Especially
one of my friends. My friend screamed at me which was also unexpected and told me to red rid of this monstrosity
with wings and ran off. Later that day I confronted them about it but they hadn't changed their mind after the talk.
They refused to even be around me because of Lace which resulted the end of our friendship. Maybe Lace thought
they were a bad person. I don't know but at least I still got Lace and my other friends.

(Socializing has it's perks)

My friend recently bought a bird and brought it over to mingle with Lace. They hit it off real quickly!
I'll admit, I was a little bit nervous about him being around other birds and mentioned it to my friend.
They got a bird because they thought they were great like I did and it's true! Despite the noise, they
are wonderful pets! We arrange playdates every now and then for them so they can hang out and it
brings me closer to my friend so our bond builds and Lace creates a new friendship!

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username: dave.
name: hoshi
gender: male
childhood story:

He clutched his small light pink duffle bag closer, eyes wide and sweat making his outfit stick to his skin. He was weak in the knees and nervous as heck. Unconsciously starting to tug gently at his small mohawk he glanced behind him, eyes wide and trembles clearly racking his body. His tail was curled around him, the fruit flat against his small chest, his tufts had been left dangling down, there had been no avail in trying to tie them up or something like that.. but yet he sorta just wanted them gone. Imagine how many weird looks he'd get.. on second thought. " Sissy ! I don't wanna go to practice today, can we just go back home ? " he whined, turning on his heel, looking at his older sister who was walking over, one hand pushing car keys into her pocket. She looked almost surprised.

" Oh ? Are you sure ? For once you get excited over something and its all about getting into this class, are you sure Hos ? " she asked, concern in her voice. Someone didn't usually get excited over something and just suddenly not want to do it... unless.. she crossed her arms and tapped a foot, one trimmed brow arched high at her younger brother. " You okay Hos ? Nobody's been bugging you or anything right ? " she asked, wondering if maybe someone was picking on him perhaps ?

Oh dear. He had gotten the wrong message across. He didn't have bullies, not at all, but he did have insecurities.. " Its just I.. don't feel so good anymore. Nobodys bothering me, I promise, but I'm just.. sickish feeling. " he lied, shuffling his feet around slightly, dirt being scuffed up due to the small motions. A loud sigh caught his attention in front of him and he flattened his ears, staring at his sister with a.. worried look ? Scared maybe ? No.. or.. yeah. Scared. She seemed to catch on his feelings though, even why he had suddenly had this dramatic drop in moods.. he had never been a good liar anyway.

Watching his sister move closer he only shrunk down the closer she got, and when she raised her hand he flinched down- almost expecting a slap for lying (though he knew this was out of her nature) or something.. but she just rested her hand gently on her shoulder. " Hoshi, Hooosshh, I'm not going to ever hit you please don't flinch away from me ! I'd never do anything like that to you.. but. You lied, about being nervous correct ? " she paused, her firm voice fading down. It took him a bit but soon he willed himself to look up at his sister, eyes full of sad shame. Guilt. " I. I.. Yes ma'am I did.. " he whined softly, eyes downcast at his feet and bag that had fallen off of his shoulder.

Another sigh. Heavy. Sad ?.. No.. " Why did you lie ? Is something making you nervous ? Are you okay ? I'm sure it'll all go away. " Sala explained cheerfully, her bright voice cutting into his small amount of sadness. Turning his head ups to stare at her he shrugged slightly before quickly glancing around and leaning in, her leaning down upon realizing what was happening, " I'm a boy ! What is everyone going to think of me ?... and my.. tufts. What will they think of them ? " he whispered his insecurities and doubts, tears threatening to spill now thinking back on these two matters.

She grinned. She laughed. He backed away, hurt almost. She had pulled herself up and covered her mouth with one hand, face red. He was hurting from this- even his own sibling would judge him ! Tears gathering in the corners of his eyes he growled softly, meaningless, trying to prevent from sobbing outside the studio. " Hos, Hos, Hos, look up male ballet dancers. You'd be surprised little darling.. and as for your tufts. Why worry about them ? If anyone dare judge you for something you were born and made with, then somethings wrong with them. " he glared at the words but couldn't find any lie in the words. Nobody should pick on someone for something they couldn't help.

Flicking his ears around he watched his sissy bend down to pick his bag up, a wide smile across her face. " If you can't help your visual features then just learn to love them ! " she sang in a proud, happy voice. A voice that reassured him. He felt better.. although he was indeed still tense and almost hesitant on believing her. Taking a few moments to think over his options he slowly nodded-

" I'd love to go to class sissy. "

short story: theres always a reason to why i say sorry a lot

- someone notices hos says sorry a lot