[AmigoGirl]

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Username: Spotted.Newt
Name: Britta
Type: Runner
Height: 1,21 m
Gender: Doe

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Username: Arrow_Adopts
[b]Name: Cryptic
[b]Type: Runner
Height: 1,21 m
Gender: Doe
Story: in the wild, she was hinted for her rareness. She would try to escape, but one time she got captured. The hunter sold her, but when he was transporting her, she escaped. She lost her home, but she soon resumed her life in that forest.

[Spotted.Newt]

I know I might be too late, but I hoped that perhaps since there was only one other entry I might be allowed to try for this doe. c:

Username: Spotted.Newt
Name: Britta ~a Celtic name meaning "strong"
Type: Runner
Height: 1,21 m
Gender: Doe
Story: 3.. Britta pawed at the ground a couple of times, and gave a stamp with her right fore-hoof. 2.. Ears flattened, head lowered, tail stretched out. A quick side-glance at the Nukitta only a half meter away from her, who's movements mirrored her own. 1.. Muscles tensed, eyes locked forward. GO! Britta sped into action, leaping forward. Her hind hooves dug into the packed-dirt beneath them, but only for a moment, giving her a slight boost as she began to run. Practically flying over the path that stretched in front of her, there was only one thought on her mind. Victory. She would win. The young Nukitta who's hooves were pounding the ground beside her was irrelevant. He would lose, though he undoubtably thought otherwise.
At certain times throughout the race, Britta was in the lead, and at others the rival was. But now, as the finish drew nearer, they were neck and neck. A fallen log marked the end of the race, and the first to jump over it would be declared the winner. Closer... Closer... Britta bunched her muscles and leapt into the air, soaring over the log. When her hooves touched down on the other side, she hardly paused to catch her breath before lifting her head and turning it to inquire as to who had won. But the Nukitta who was supposed to be standing as the judge at the finish was nowhere to be seen. Then, Britta noticed the breathless laughter of the young male she had been racing. "What do you find so funny?" She asked, flicking an ear in annoyance.
Between bouts of laughter and gasps for breath, the Nukitta replied. "We passed the finish line almost a mile ago."

[AmigoGirl]

I know I might be too late, but I hoped that perhaps since there was only one other entry I might be allowed to try for this doe. c:

Username: Spotted.Newt
Name: Britta ~a Celtic name meaning "strong"
Type: Runner
Height: 1,21 m
Gender: Doe
Story: 3.. Britta pawed at the ground a couple of times, and gave a stamp with her right fore-hoof. 2.. Ears flattened, head lowered, tail stretched out. A quick side-glance at the Nukitta only a half meter away from her, who's movements mirrored her own. 1.. Muscles tensed, eyes locked forward. GO! Britta sped into action, leaping forward. Her hind hooves dug into the packed-dirt beneath them, but only for a moment, giving her a slight boost as she began to run. Practically flying over the path that stretched in front of her, there was only one thought on her mind. Victory. She would win. The young Nukitta who's hooves were pounding the ground beside her was irrelevant. He would lose, though he undoubtably thought otherwise.
At certain times throughout the race, Britta was in the lead, and at others the rival was. But now, as the finish drew nearer, they were neck and neck. A fallen log marked the end of the race, and the first to jump over it would be declared the winner. Closer... Closer... Britta bunched her muscles and leapt into the air, soaring over the log. When her hooves touched down on the other side, she hardly paused to catch her breath before lifting her head and turning it to inquire as to who had won. But the Nukitta who was supposed to be standing as the judge at the finish was nowhere to be seen. Then, Britta noticed the breathless laughter of the young male she had been racing. "What do you find so funny?" She asked, flicking an ear in annoyance.
Between bouts of laughter and gasps for breath, the Nukitta replied. "We passed the finish line almost a mile ago."

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