[the dreamer.]

This is a Male Sabre! You can order custion Sabres on the page for Sabres! This one you can adopt by filling this out:

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Sabre's Name:
Age:
Gender: Male
Personality:
Short Story:

The short story has to be at least 7 sentences and about the Sabre, send him on a hunting trip or on a date. Or maybe even him adventuring! Good Luck! Winner will be posted In a couple days.

[Vermilion Ink]

Sabre's Name:Fabrawn(Fay-Brawn)
Age:umm... i didn't see how old they get on the main page so this is an uneducated estimate. 12
Gender: Male
Personality:He is quiet, smart, and very confident. He gets very agressive when it comes to his territory's protection.
Short Story:Fabrawn's claws skidded across the frozen tundra ground. His shoulders ached and his ragged breath racked his entire body. His yellow eyes searched the icy terrain for a place, a spot were he could seek shelter. The first thing you should know is that he was in an icy, long, canyon-like area of the arctic tundra, about 40 feet across and to tall and steep to climb. The second thing you should know is that he may have accidentally startled a heard of Mammoths awhile back. The rising thundering of the mammoths immense feet thundered in the back of his mind along with the one nagging thought, "What if he couldn't find a place to take shelter?" He was too tired to keep going fast enough, if he kept going the odds were very slim that he'd find shelter ahead if he ran the short distance his remaining energy would take him. he turned, he would have to stick close to the side and hope for the best. He reached the edge of the gorge and pressed himself close to the side as he could just as the heard rounded the corner. They were coming in fast, he closed his eyes tight. A rush of air hit him, carrying a mighty terrible smell i might add. The ground beneath him shook with such force he had to dig his claws into the ground to keep balance. He opened his eyes just a peak and saw nothing but a blur of brown in front of him. He closed them and after five seconds, it was over. Everything was silent and still. He opened his eyes and everything was normal again. He stoop up shakily and sighed. "Crisis averted."

[jazzmisty]

I want it!!
Name: Cole
Gender: Male
Age: 17? I don't know if that is old
Personality: Protective, Open minded, kind, intellagint (idk if i spelled that right) Friendly too.
Short Story: Fell in a Stream one time and almost Drowned.



This Good??? This Is a AWESOME coloring. Hope You like my idea.

[the dreamer.]

The short story has to be at least 7 sentences and about the Sabre, send him on a hunting trip or on a date. Or maybe even him adventuring! Good Luck! Winner will be posted In a couple days.

Maybe tell the story of how he Fell in the stream? Your story ahs to be at least 7 sentences. Thanks for the comment on the coloring, though.

[the dreamer.]

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[the dreamer.]

Ends tomorrow.

[b e l l a ∞]

Sabre's Name:
Juin ( June in French :3 )

Age:
4 years

Gender:
Male

Personality:
Juin is a simple male with a personality to prove it. The summer season makes him calm joyful, and basically makes him want to hide in the shadows and keep to himself. When the Autumn comes he goes into survival mode, becoming very protective of what he feels is his. During this time he wont think twice before striking the biggest male down, no matter what the size. In the winter he becomes slow and very bored with his life which dims his personality quite a bit. In the Spring he becomes lively free and adventurist looking for amazing things ever were he goes.

Short Story:

Juin looked over the horizon narrowing his eyes as a shadow fell over the sun blocking the harmful rays from his mysterious eyes. Letting out a short grunt Juin turned away, he wasn't looking for a fight and wasn't willing to give himself to a female yet. Still something inside him screamed that he should turn back and rip the pelt of the other one of his kind. Watching his breath swirl and tumble out of his mouth Juin muttered darkly about the cold and started his way toward his warm den in a abnormally large trunk of a ancient tree. Padding into the place he called home Juin couldn't help the fact that his rare fur was standing on end. As the darkness settled over the land Juin curled up the warmth of his fur rose up warming the big cat. Letting out one last roar before Juin looked into going to sleep, then the forest fell silent. Waiting for the next day to arrive slowly but steadily.