[Cedar]

She's a loyal, strong, & playful pup, she has beautiful ice blue eyes.

She's a red husky.

She has an uncommon trait, heterocromia.

To win her, you must give me a sad story that turns into a happy one

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[Cedar]

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[summers]

Her name - Calica
Her story -

The sun beamed down onto the field of amber grain. Calica ran through the field of thick gorse. In the distance stood her mother, a tall luxuriant white husky. Her mother, Esthesa was the farmer's most loyal dog and Calica and her brothers aspired to be like her.
"Hey odd eyes." Her brother Bluey called before running past her to where the sheep grazed. "You can't catch me." Bluey teased.
But the fun days of childhood and running through the farmland was short lived. It rain for nine nights and nine days, drenching the land and flooding the valley.
Esthesa gathered her pups in the barn and licked off the rain that drenched their muddy paws and coat. "Are we going to be safe." Calica quivered, her orange eyes weak with hunger and worry, outside the loud sounds of thunder boomed.
Calica spent the long night curled in a ball cacooned in her mother's warmth. The night passed and in the morning the rain had ceased.

[Cedar]

Her name - Calica
Her story -

The sun beamed down onto the field of amber grain. Calica ran through the field of thick gorse. In the distance stood her mother, a tall luxuriant white husky. Her mother, Esthesa was the farmer's most loyal dog and Calica and her brothers aspired to be like her.
"Hey odd eyes." Her brother Bluey called before running past her to where the sheep grazed. "You can't catch me." Bluey teased.
But the fun days of childhood and running through the farmland was short lived. It rain for nine nights and nine days, drenching the land and flooding the valley.
Esthesa gathered her pups in the barn and licked off the rain that drenched their muddy paws and coat. "Are we going to be safe." Calica quivered, her orange eyes weak with hunger and worry, outside the loud sounds of thunder boomed.
Calica spent the long night curled in a ball cacooned in her mother's warmth. The night passed and in the morning the rain had ceased.

Yours.