[Snowseph]

Short Fur (type 1) // Half Flop Ears // Skinny Tail // Common Purple Paint

I told myself that the growths were going to be the first thing I took care of... but then I felt like making an original design... whoops.

Anyway, this RPW looks a bit tired, eh? You have to tell me why they're tired in under 100 words! No extras, but if you want to pretty up your form, that's fine. This will end on February 7th. :">

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[list][list][b]Username //[/b]
[b]Name //[/b]
[b]Gender //[/b]
[b]Why are they tired? //[/b][/list][/list]

[thou art I]

Username: UnforgivingReality. //
Name: Violet //
Gender: female //
Why are they tired? They had traveled a long time to get a special flower for her sick friend. //

[LadyChinaAru]

Username //LadyChinaAru
Name //Anubis
Gender // Male
Why are they tired? //
Lately he's been having terrible nightmares that have been keeping him up for the past few nights.

[clouds-move-on]

Username // ☁Lady Raincloud☁
Name // Cynthia
Gender // Female
Why are they tired? //

She sits up late, watching the clock,
Upon the wall afore her.

She has been sitting thus,
She does not heed, she hears us not.

Her eyes watch the moving hands,
They Seem to see into the sands,
the sands of relentless time.

The clamor of thunder,
To her, unnoticed,
As her mind is torn asunder.

She thinks deep into the night,
we cannot help but wonder.

In sickness and in heath?
For richer or for poorer?
That she could promise.

Yet would he come again?
Together, would they laugh again?
Alone, would she be again, as afore, she was?

[ZC.]

Username // Radiant Phoenix
Name // Emfasi
Gender // Female
Why are they tired? // She accidentally pulled an all-nighter while trying to finish an essay. Whoops.

[Black $un]

Mark

[Snowseph]

Username // ☁Lady Raincloud☁
Name // Cynthia
Gender // Female
Why are they tired? //

She sits up late, watching the clock,
Upon the wall afore her.

She has been sitting thus,
She does not heed, she hears us not.

Her eyes watch the moving hands,
They Seem to see into the sands,
the sands of relentless time.

The clamor of thunder,
To her, unnoticed,
As her mind is torn asunder.

She thinks deep into the night,
we cannot help but wonder.

In sickness and in heath?
For richer or for poorer?
That she could promise.

Yet would he come again?
Together, would they laugh again?
Alone, would she be again, as afore, she was?

Congrats! :"> Enjoy your new RPW. <3

[clouds-move-on]

Ahh thank you so much.
MORE LIGHTWOODS. //Throws confetti at her.//
May I be added? c: