[Guzma]

Username:
Keidran

Viscet Name:
Maylin

Viscet Gender:
Male

How Many Viscets Do You Own?:
None

**His Theme Don't Fail Me Now >:3c**

Story About Their Childhood:

My Little Music Box

Just another seemingly normal calm and peaceful day in the woods for a
young Maylin. His mother and father had allowed him to leave the den and
wander about at least until the sun started setting. On this day though Maylin
had stumbled upon something rather interesting as he wandered about. It was
a small box and on the lid it had what seemed to be a small cow painted on it.
The second Maylin stumbled upon it he though of it as a sign, as if some grand
Viscet was watching him and wanted to give him something.

He sat down in front of the box admiring the faded painting of a cow on it.
Looking at his own spotted fur he began to smile. He then began wondering
though that maybe there was something even more special inside of it. When
he picked up the box and opened the lid he was greeted with a cheerful and
relaxing tune. He found himself smiling not only because of the cheerful tune
that was playing but rather yet another cow that was on the inside just spinning
around for as long as the music was playing.

As the music slowly came to a stop he realized how much something as small
as this really meant to him. Not only that, but he also realized how much joy
it brought to him. He heard his father calling for him and as he started walking
back to the den he wound it up wanting to hear the melody and see the small
cattle spinning.

When he arrived at his den he greeted his parents with a large smile. They took
notice of the small box in his paws and asked him what he had found as he was
walking around. His smile grew wider then proceeded to winding the small handle
that stuck out from it. When he opened the box his parents had instantly known why
he had taken such an interest to the small musical container.

It has been a number of years now since he found the box, but every now and then
he still winds it up and opens it to bring him back memories of his childhood.

[redhorizon]

Username: CaesarHorse
Name: Hybiscus
Gender: Female
How Many Viscets Do You Own?: None
Story About Their Childhood: I open my eyes to the bright sun, squinting as my playful sister trots across my field of vision. Daisy trips on her tail and falls on her face, rolling head over tail. I snicker, standing on sturdy legs. I walk to her side and nudge her with my nose, helping her up. She looks up into my eyes as she stands on short, stubby legs. Born premature, Daisy is small and frail. I feel obliged to care for her, and quite frankly, I don't really mind. She's a hoot! Every five minutes she has you laughing your tail off! She looks up at me, trust shining in her bright eyes, even though one is glazed over and dull, a sign of her born blindness in one eye. I will never forget that look of trust. I will never forget her playfulness and overall ability to remain amazing no matter the situation, even if that situation is struggling with blindness in one eye. And for that, I admire her, I admire her more than anyone could even imagine.

[worshipthesquid]

Username: worshipthesquid
Name: Lonán [Irish - 'little blackbird']
Gender: male
How Many Viscets Do You Own?: one!
Story About Their Childhood:
Back near their old home was an old stone bridge, mossed over and laced with silver slug-trails, where he snuck in the early hours of the morning - sometimes with the other visclings, sometimes without. In the damp dark under the bridge the thick-bodied yellow slugs could be found (and slipped into the resting-places of the other viscets - they never found the culprit), and up from the stream below rose the croaking chorus of the frogs, waking as the new sun warmed the stones. His memories of the dawns he watched from that bridge all melt together, leaving only faint impressions: pink-streaked clouds across an opening sky, a pale and fading sliver of moon, the quiet rush of the stream over stones. It's the most tranquil he's ever felt, and he can never forget the rush of possibility and never-vanishing sense of wonder each time the sun finally cleared the horizon. His favourite sunrise, though, was when he and his friends watched it together, snuggled up into each other's fur for warmth and trading whispers with their sleepy eyes fixed on the distance.

[| Aqua |]

Username: .hawkfang.
Name: tbd
Gender: tbd
How Many Viscets Do You Own?: 0
Story About Their Childhood: res with seeing their father for the first time

[ocean_]

Username: ωανєℓєиgтн
Name: Athena
Gender: Female
How Many Viscets Do You Own?: None.
Story About Their Childhood:
Athena had always had a clam childhood, nothing was very notably special about it. Athena, like every other child back at her old home, used to consider her life to be boring. Bit every moment she had with her mother made life just a bit more peculiar. Athena had a mother who worked like magic, often times leaving her daughter with glowing wonderstruck eyes. She loved her mother to pieces growng up, she was always there to provide a helping hand or a shoulder to lean on. Her mother was her rock, and she made her the gentle and kind Viscet Athena is today.

[ShadyBro]

Ends tomorrow!

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just an early good luck!!

[ShadyBro]

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.

This was just way too cute - love the name as well! Congrats hun <3

[worshipthesquid]

Congratulations!

[WolfwithWings38]

Congratulations Huuuuuuuuh!