[illumié]

Username:
MoonPheonix

Name:
Kaela

Gender:
Female

How Many Viscets Do You Own?:
2 darling boys!~

Story About Their Childhood:

"The Child's Castle"
Kaela has always loved one place above all others. The beach. She loves everything about being there. The smell of the salty ocean, the warm sun on her face as she lays tanning, the coolness of the waves on her fur, and the feel of the sand between her wet toes. But she especially loves sandcastles. She took a trip one time to the beach on a particularly hot summer's afternoon the day after she turned eleven (in human years.) However, none of her friends would come. And this particular day she found herself getting bored, not because she had started to stop enjoying the beach as much but because she was upset that her friends had left her. She wanted it to be a special day. She moped back and forth across the length of the beach before noticing a sobbing young male viscling near the west shoreline. Kaela quietly padded closer out of curiosity. When she got near to him, she realized that in front of him was a soggy, ruined sandcastle. That must be why he's crying! She mentally exclaimed to no one in particular. Now Kaela, being an intense lover of sandcastles, could not allow this atrocity to go unfixed. She walked up and smiled sweetly to him. "Did the mean waves do that to your beautiful sandcastle?" she spoke gently to him. The viscling nodded softly in response, wiping the tears still flowing rapidly from his reddened eyes. "Well, we can't just leave your masterpiece in a shambles! How about we build it back up together!" She said, grinning broadly to show her enthusiasm. The child's eyes brightened at her words, and he nodded vigorously before plunging his hands into the damp sand. Kaela giggled at his sudden but heart-warming mood change and began molding beside him. The two worked long and hard until they were both satisfied. And as a final important touch, Kaela dug a deep moat around their fortress so water couldn't seep in. Then, both took their paws and placed them on the sand near their castle's entrance. The castle in question was not the most elaborate Kaela has built. Not even close. But as she stared in awe at their creation, long after the child had to leave for home, she couldn't help but think that it was the best, most important one to her. It was a shining symbol of the good she could do for others; for children. Because of this one day at the beach when all of her friends abandoned her, she began to pursue a career in child work and became a much more caring and helpful person to others. She often laughs at how silly she was to think that that day would not be special. It was indeed the most special and life-changing one that she has ever had to date.

Hehheh, I can do cute too! I can!! >:3

[IMadeYouRead.This]

Username: (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ* potato chip
Name: Baen
Gender: Male
How Many Viscets Do You Own?: 1
Story About Their Childhood:

[.::Questioning::.]

Username:PityParty

Name: Oreo

Gender: Male

How Many Viscets Do You Own?: 1, a cute lil birb cx!

Story About Their Childhood:

"Honey I can't get this gaby to stop crying!" cried a tired mother, her husband soon arrived and looked to the small crying child. They haven't thought of a name for the small cutie yet since nothing seemed to fit the charismatic little guy. Also the couple had barely any time to think since the little child was constantly crying. "I didn't sign up for this" said the mother once again to her mate, her face turned to the crying child "why are you so cute yet so whiny!" The mother said with a stern yet adoring look to the little guy. The father lazily sat down on the floor of their living room in their warm and cozy house "maybe he's hungry?" he offered. "I've tried and it doesn't seem so..." mumbled the mother.
It was a couple hours later when the couple was sitting with the still wailing child. The mother was rocking him back and forth while the father was binge eating some oreos. "Seems like we will just have to learn to tune him out" the woman said as she handed her husband the baby and got up to get a drink....When she came back it was quiet. It hadn't been quiet in a few weeks "honey what did you do to the baby?" she asked, her voice holding a tone of worry. The husband gave a proud smile "nothing" he said simply and motioned to the happy spotted baby nibbling on an oreo with his very tiny teeth. The mother happily squealed "I think I thought of a name for him...how about Oreo!?" The husband happily nodded "so it shall be Oreo the baby who's only happy when eating!"

[stormzien]

Username: tigerblue
Name: Domino
Gender: male
How Many Viscets Do You Own?: 1
Story About Their Childhood: wip

[Ravenshadow17]

Username: Ravenshadow17
Name: Loc- Spot in Romanian
Gender: Male
How Many Viscets Do You Own?: 1
Story About Their Childhood:

When Loc was just a little viscet, he once went exploring in the woods. He was bored and wanted to make the time fly, after all, his mama viscet was baking cookies and he couldn't stand the wait. Loc stumbled upon a river. Beneath the waves he was memorized to see shimmering stones of all sorts of colors. He stared fixated as the moving water seemed to make the stones come alive. Laughing in delight, he reached down and picked up one with lines running through it. Turning it over in his paw, he smiled. Suddenly the sun moved from behind a cloud and light hit the stone. Loc gasped as the wavy lines on the grey stone changed from white to purple. And then to blue, then green, and all of the colors of the rainbow. Loc had found a magic stone called the Heart of the River. Legend tells that a wish placed on such a stone will come true. However, it was a one time deal. Loc remembered this legend from a bedtime story his mama told him. He clutched the stone to his heart and wished. "I wish I was home and mama's cookies were done." Opening his eyes Loc was shocked to realize he was on his couch and his mama was walking over with a plate of cookies. "Did you have a good nap?" She asked handing him one. Loc nodded happily and took a bite, all while placing the stone with waves in his pocket.

[Snuggle_Bean]

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aѕ a naтιve verмonтer, ι нave ѕpenт every aυтυмn drιvιng oυт oғ вυrlιngтon and ιnтo тнe rυѕт and golden мoυnтaιnѕ oғ ѕтowe тo adмιre тнe ғolιage and тo тaĸe advanтage oғ nearвy orcнardѕ. ι нave vιѕιтed proвaвly every orcнard, мιll, ғacтory and ғarм over мy lιғeтιмe. тнroυgн тнeѕe eхcυrѕιonѕ, ғreѕнly мade apple cιder, warм cιder doυgнnυтѕ, cool, crυncнy appleѕ pιcĸed rιgнт oғғ тнe вrancн, and тнe ѕмell oғ тнeѕe appleѕ нave all вecoмe ιмвedded ιnтo мy мeмorιeѕ oғ мy cнιldнood нere ιn verмonт. deѕpιтe all oғ мy eхperιence wιтн verмonт appleѕ and тнeιr вy-prodυcтѕ, ι нave never тaĸen тнe тιмe тo really geт тo ĸnow тнe ғrυιт. тнere are ѕo мany varιeтιeѕ oғ appleѕ, and alтнoυgн ι’ve мoѕт lιĸely eaтen тнeм all, ι coυld only ѕυrely ιdenтιғy one: тнe granny ѕмιтн. ι ғeel тнaт, aѕ a verмonтer, тellιng one apple ғroм anoтнer ιѕ ѕoмeтнιng тнaт ι ѕнoυld вe aвle тo do. aѕ тнιѕ paѕѕιng aυтυмn wιll вe мy laѕт conѕecυтιve one ιn verмonт вeғore college, ι мade ιт мy dυтy тo learn aвoυт one oғ мy нoмe ѕтaтe’ѕ largeѕт eхporтѕ, and ѕeт oғ ιn ѕearcн oғ тнe вeѕт verмonт apple. ι ғιgυred тнaт вeғore ι вegan тaѕтιng appleѕ, ι ѕнoυld ғιrѕт нave a lιѕт oғ ιdeal apple qυalιтιeѕ тo мeaѕυre мy candιdaтeѕ agaιnѕт. мy crιтerιa ғor вeιng conѕιdered a good apple: noт тoo ѕweeт вυт alѕo noт тoo тarт, jυιcy, вυт noт ѕo jυιcy тнaт ιт’ѕ eмвarraѕѕιng тo вιтe ιnтo ιт ιn ғronт oғ oтнerѕ, noт yellow on тнe ιnѕιde, no вrown ѕpoтѕ or вιттer вιт, noт ѕo ѕoғт тнaт yoυr вιтe eхтendѕ down ιnтo тнe ѕeedѕ and core, вυт alѕo noт ѕo нard тнaт ιт нυrтѕ yoυr gυмѕ тo вιтe ιnтo ιт. a good apple ιѕ noт мυѕнy or вrυιѕed, ιт нaѕ a ѕтeм, ιт’ѕ nιcely ѕнaped, and ιт’ѕ noт ѕмall- ιт’ѕ a nιce вιg apple, вυт noт ѕo вιg ιт мaĸeѕ yoυ ѕιcĸ тo eaт тнe wнole тнιng. a good apple мυѕт вe ғlavorғυl, нave a nιce aroмa, and, very ιмporтanтly, вe crυncнy enoυgн тнaт ιт мaĸeѕ a crιѕp ѕoυnd wнen yoυ вιтe ιnтo ιт. alѕo, a perғecт apple мυѕт вe very roυnd, noт тall and oval ѕнaped wιтн ғoυr вιg нυмpѕ on тнe вoттoм. ι don’т lιĸe тнιѕ ĸιnd. ι ғιgυred тнaт тнe вeѕт place тo вυy тнe ғreѕнeѕт appleѕ woυld вe aт a co-op, ѕo ι wenт тo тнe cιтy мarĸeт ιn вυrlιngтon and вoυgнт a вag oғ verмonт appleѕ grown aт a local orcнard. once нoмe, ι ѕeттled ιnтo мy role aѕ apple crιтιc ғor тнe day, oвѕervιng тнe oυтward pнyѕιcal appearance, conѕιderιng тнe ғlavor and conѕтrυcтιng мy overall opιnιonѕ oғ тнe nιne varιeтιeѕ oғ appleѕ ι нad acqυιred: тнe aмвroѕιa, roмe, corтland, eмpιre, мacιnтoѕн, pιnĸ lady, granny ѕмιтн, caмeo and red delιcιoυѕ. aғтer careғυl eхaмιnaтιon, ι caмe тo тнe decιѕιon тнaт red delιcιoυѕ and corтland appleѕ are dιѕgυѕтιng and are aт тнe very вoттoм oғ мy lιѕт. тнe red delιcιoυѕ, ғιrѕт oғ all, ѕнoυld noт вe called “delιcιoυѕ.” wнιle тнe apple ι aтe нad a вeaυтιғυl, conѕιѕтenт darĸ red color, ιтѕ looĸѕ were deceιvιng. noт only waѕ тнe ѕĸιn waхy and тoυgн, вυт ιт нad zero ғlavor. мy red delιcιoυѕ apple тaѕтed тнe way тнaт ι ιмagιne cardвoard drencнed ιn waтer woυld тaѕтe. тнe corтland apple ιѕ groѕѕ aѕ well, вυт ιn a dιғғerenт way. тнe corтland apple ι aтe waѕ мealy looĸιng and υgly. ι waѕ alмoѕт eхacтly нalғ green and нalғ red, вυт ѕlιgнтly вrown, doттed wιтн pυcĸ мarĸѕ. ιт тaѕтed lιĸe тнe ѕмell oғ dιrт. ι ѕpιт ιт oυт. neхт ιn lιne are тнe тarт appleѕ, oғ wнιcн ι aм noт a ғan. тнe caмeo тaѕтed very waтery, тнe pιnĸ lady нad a ѕυвтle тaѕтe oғ perғυмe, and вoтн oғ тнeѕe, along wιтн тнe granny ѕмιтн, were very ѕтιғғ, dιғғιcυlт тo eaт, and way тoo ѕoυr ғor мe. all тнree нad greaт pιgмenтѕ, тнoυgн. тнe granny ѕмιтн; вrιgнт yellow-green and ѕнιny, тнe caмeo; υnιqυely вrown and rυѕт, lιĸe cerтaιn pearѕ, and тнe pιnĸ lady waѕ an υnnaтυral looĸιng ѕнade oғ pιnĸ, and looĸed velveтy and ѕoғт. тнe мacιnтoѕн, roмe and aмвroѕιa appleѕ were all тιed ғor ѕecond place. тнeѕe ѕoғт, crυncнy appleѕ were greaт, вυт were тoo ѕweeт ғor мy preғerence. ιт тaѕтeѕ тo мe тнaт тнeѕe are тнe тypeѕ oғ appleѕ тнaт cιder ιѕ мade ғroм. ιn conѕιderιng тнeιr pнyѕιcal appearance, тнeѕe тнree appleѕ were noт coмpleтely red, raтнer, тнey were ѕнadeѕ oғ вrown, yellow, pιnĸ and green, and тнe ιnѕιde waѕ yellow-wнιтe, lιĸe pengυιn вelly ғυr, ιnѕтead oғ тнe pυre wнιтe color тнaт ι love ѕo мυcн. ѕoмewнere ιn тнe мιddle oғ мy тaѕтιng, ι ĸnew тнaт ι нad ғoυnd мy perғecт apple тo place aт тнe тop oғ мy lιѕт. ѕнιny and a rιcн вυrgυndy-plυм-red, wιтн a ғroѕтed dυѕт aroυnd тнe ѕтeм and wιтн тнe aвѕence oғ any green, тнe eмpιre apple looĸed lιĸe тнe one ѕтraιgнт oυт oғ ѕnow wнιтe. тнe ιnѕιde waѕ тнaт вeaυтιғυl нydraтed looĸιng вrιgнт vιrgιn wнιтe, and тнe poppιng crυncн ιт мade wнen ι вιт ιnтo ιт rυng oғ a ιdeal aυтυмn day ιn verмonт. ғιrм, ѕweeт and wιтн jυѕт enoυgн тarтneѕѕ, ι aтe тнe wнole тнιng. ғood нaѕ тнe power тo evoĸe мeмorιeѕ. reмιnιѕcenт oғ тнoѕe тree clιмвιng dayѕ wнen мy world ѕмelled oғ appleѕ, wood ѕмoĸe, and oғ нalloween jυѕт aroυnd тнe вend, тнe eмpιre apple waѕ jυѕт wнaт ι waѕ looĸιng ғor. ι can reмeмвer rυnnιng ιnѕιde тo warм мy roѕy cold нandѕ on мυgѕ oғ warм cιder and appleѕaυce wιтн cιnnaмon, and now тнaт ι нave laвeled мy ғavorιтe apple, ι нave тнe power тo conjυre тнeѕe мeмorιeѕ aт мy own wιll and recreaтe a cнιldнood ғall ιn verмonт. . . all вy вιтιng ιnтo тнe perғecт apple.

Love This Viscet!!!

[Moony]

Username: Luna
Name: Molly
Gender: Female
How Many Viscets Do You Own?: None, unfortunately
Story About Their Childhood: WIP!!

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[WolfwithWings38]

Username: WolfwithWings38
Name: Kyle
Gender: Male
How Many Viscets Do You Own?: None XD
Story About Their Childhood: (It was his first time being alone, he enjoyed being alone then. XD) He was out for walk at 12:00, he was prepared for his first camping trip! So he found the perfect spot in the woods he liked to hike at and set up the tent and placed down his sleeping bag then he set up a fire to roast some marshmallows. Then he went to go to sleep for the night. While he was sleeping he heard lots of crickets, birds, unknown creatures rustling in the bushes, and eerie music that nighttime makes. Then he woke up and packed up everything and right when he started heading back home he saw a bear! The bear was just eating some berries really close to him and then the bear looked at him, now he made his own videos that he eventually posted to YouTube about how to survive on your own! (It was actually helpful advice don't worry. XD) So he just walked slowly pasted the bear, then started walking normally again after 9 feet away from the bear and started to go back home. And when he got home he then told his parents the story about his camping trip.

[still]

Username: Hello! I'm Huuuuuuh.
Name: Pea
Gender: male
How Many Viscets Do You Own?: Two little balls of fluff, Petra and Twig <3
Story About Their Childhood:

The small viscet, barely more than a scrap of fur and some bones, wiggled impatiently in his cramped hiding place. Indeed, the hiding place was little more than a barrel of coffee beans, which left only the tiniest of spaces to to the little Viscet called Pea.

Then, adruptly, the pint-sized Pea heard footsteps on the packed dirt of the warehouse that belonged to his family's farm and which was where his barrel currently resided. "Pea! Pea!" A singsong voice called out. "We have freshly baked cookies, if you come out".

It was his mother, and for a moment Pea was tempted. He could crawl out, dust off his fur, curl up in his mother's lap with a fresh cookie, and forget the grievous insult he had been issued...But no, Knights didn't forget when their grandparents, all the way from the city, had called them cute! And so Pea, who regarded himself as a knight in training, vowed to never surrender and resolutely dived down to the bottom of the barrel, leaving only his pink, twitching nose above the sea of coffee beans.

Eventually, he heard his mother give a sad sigh and retreat out of the warehouse, evidently thinking her son must be hiding elsewhere. Pea settled down in coffee beans, leaned his head on the side of the barrel, and began to dream about a brave knight-him- and all the fierce dragons he had defeated.

Two golden eyes- Pea's- snapped open in the darkness of the barrel. How long had he been asleep, one hour, two? Perhaps it didn't matter, but now someone was moving his barrel! The barrel lurched upwards and downwards while Pea tried to steady himself and figure out his plan of action. Had he been eaten by a dragon? Was he being kidnapped? The little Viscet shivered, now scared.

Suddenly, he heard a rough voice say " This is the stop. Gerald's general store ordered two barrel of coffee beans. Let's go". Pea's barrel lurched upward, nearly tipping over, while the Viscet waited, hardly daring to breathe.

He heard the tinkling of a bell, a raspy old voice saying "Thank you, gentlemen", and two pairs of footsteps retreat out the door. Pea couldn't help but be terrified. Was the old person who had spoke an evil witch? Was he going to be eaten alive?

Then, bright light flooded his barrel, and Pea looked up to find an old lady with frizzy white hair and glasses peering down at him. "Why, who are you?" she asked.

Pea wanted to blurt out that he was lost, that he wanted to go home, but hadn't his mother always said to not give your name and address to strangers? "I'm...I'm.." He was lost for words. What could he possibly say? "I'm...I'm a cat! Meow!" he blurted out, relieved.

"Indeed!" the old lady exclaimed with a sparkle in her eye. " Well, even cats have names, don't they? What's yours?".

"Ummm," Pea tried to think. "Uhhh, vegetable? No, I'm Squash!" He wriggled around in pleasure. He'd done the right thing and the old lady seemed to believe him.

"Mmmm." The old lady replied. "Well, I suppose even cats named Squash might like a nice chocolate chip cookie" she continued, holding out an open cookie jar towards him. Pea grabbed one and gulped it down, hungry from his long journey. "You look a little lost. Do you have a home that I could return you to?" the lady queried.

"Yeeeees," Pea replied "But I can't tell you that, you're a stranger". Then, he brightened with a idea. "I'm not allowed to tell my address, but here's my phone number, you could call my family" he said and whispered the number carefully in her ear.

"Okay, then" the lady said. "Now wait for me right here while I use the phone in the back". He waited as the old lady talked and soon enough he heard the roar of a car coming down the road. It was his older brother, come to bring Pea back home.

"Pea! What have you been up too, I had to drive all the way down here to go get you. You know, I think Mother should've named you Pest instead of Pea" his brother grumbled- though he didn't seem that annoyed.