Username: littlytiny
Name: uhm... Well, I need an amazing name for her, so, how about... Daydream? Oh, I like that!

Gender: female.
Art/(long)Story: I will need to work on this, but...
What a lovely thing to do. Lie in the sun and watch the clouds. Daydream enjoyed imagining they were different shapes. She had always been intrigued by clouds, partially because of her pattern.
"oh, but it's so much fun!" she protested to her friend, Violet, who had pointed out that Daydream's hobby was odd.
"okay, whatever." Violet had replied. "I'm not saying its not okay. It's just... A bit weird."
Daydream bit her lip. Weird? It was just... Unusual! If anyone else would try it, they would enjoy it too. So she begged Violet to come with her and watch the clouds.
"all I see are clouds." said her friend unenthusiastically.
"no, no! What shapes are they? Because I can see a butterfly... A castle... A tree..."
"I can see cotton balls." Violet snickered. "look, this is getting... Juvenile."
"it's not juvenile!" Daydream protested. Sure, it was different. Sure, it was unique. But every Taco Wolf she knew had a different hobby. For example, Violet plucked flowers in the meadow. "but only purple ones!" she would squeak happily.
"okay, whatever. Hey, why don't you come pick flowers with me later?" her friend tried to cheer her up. Daydream shook her head numbly. She watched Violet disappear from sight.
It's not that weird... I can do what I like. Daydream decided. The rest of the afternoon she lay on a hill, hazing at the clouds. She was about to nod off, when she heard the most beautiful sound that she had ever heard in her lifetime: a bird singing. Daydream's head whipped around to find the source of the sound. She found a single blue bird perched in a branch. Gently, she padded up to meet it. Getting closer, she eventually was close enough to touch her nose to the singing creature. Her nose touches soft, downy feathers for a moment.
Suddenly, she is whisked up into the air inexplicably. For a moment she feels sick, then the stone in her stomach lightens, and she learns to enjoy the feel of the heights. She is soaring in the sky, the wind ruffling her pale blue fur. A white, wispy shape is ahead of her.
A cloud! the cloud comes closer and closer, and
Puff! Daydream pops into the cloud! For a brief moment, all she can see is the wispy white of the could, and feel its soft touch. Then she returns to the blue sky, and soars longer.
Daydream's eyes open. The bird is gone. Her nose no longer feels soft feathers. Was she really flying? She looked up to the sky. She smiled at the thought of the wonderful sensation.
If only Violet knew... Daydream thought.
If only she knew how wonderful it was. but it didn't matter she didn't know. Violet would never know. So long as Daydream held onto the wonderful feeling of flying through the clouds, she would know they would always mean something to her.
Sorry if it's too short. And this is just off the top of my head, so I just kind of went along as I wrote. You like it?