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Second Chance Shelter is a dog and cat rescue where you can come to find a new member of your family. We rescue and rehabilitate dogs and cats of all shapes and sizes so they may have the chance to be placed into a caring home. All of our animals are special and deserve a chance to be happy with an owner that will care for them. The question is: are you ready to love them?

A water-loving pair came to us recently! Their old owners told us this independent Nebelung mix raised this sweet hound, and the cat seems to be their parent in all but name. The cat tends to dote on the medium-sized hound like he's their own kitten! They don't seem to be too adverse to being separated, but they always greet each other like old friends.

( ͡°ᴥ ͡°) hehhehhh there will be more

Tell me how this Nebelung mix greets Lance in 50 words min, 100 words max! Extras are expected to elevate your chances :0c

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Name:
Gender:
Collar: Microchipped (No collar)
How do they greet Lance?:

Username: Placebo
Name: Lance A.(rmstrong)
Gender: BEST BOY
Collar: ???

Ends in roughly a week~

Genes:

709 Nebelung/Maine Coon Mix:
Blue w/ Minimal White

***The specific white placement CAN pass with a 30% chance.


710 Wirehaired Ibizian Hound Mix:
Liver Sable w/ Odd Irish White

[Wileyfangs]

Username: Wileyfangs
Name: Sugar
Gender: Female
Collar: Microchipped (No collar)

How do they greet Lance?:
It starts with a soft high-pitched "miaou" that starts in the back of her throat when she realizes Lance is around. Then she practically sprints in the direction he's in and races up to him only to jump last minute and wrap her paws around his neck as though hugging him. From there well she grooms his fur and huffs about how he should visit more and how he better not be getting into any trouble. Sugar gets so happy to see him, she honestly doesn't mind whatever trouble he brings with him. (93 words)

How did she meet Lance?:
It's a long story. One she tells over and over. Once upon a time back when she was rather young and the season had graced her with a nest fullof kittens, she was making her way back from a hunting trip only to witness a human cruelly push a squirming sack out of his car and drive away. And inside, Sugar was shocked. The puppy was so tiny that Sugar had been surprised the poor thing hadn't gotten hurt!

She looked around and waited for someone to pick him up, take him back home but the poor puppy was left all alone and it broke Sugar's heart. The sun was setting and predators came out at these times. Thinking of her own kittens, she came up to Lance to check him out and make sure he was okay. Then making a quick decision she grabbed his scruff and dragged him back to her nest in the alley. He'd never survive like this, she'd thought. I'm only helping him for the next few moons and then I'll have him leave.

That had been the plan. She usually stuck to plans too, always a cat with a plan to follow. But Lance, had a way of destroying those plans. The minute she'd gotten him situated in her nest, her kittens hadn't liked it at first but after feeding them and soothing them well they warmed up to him, even if he smelled like a bad "cat".

And Lance? He wiggled against his belly, cried if moved too much. He was delicate. And he pulled on Sugar's heartstrings. Grooming him was not easy, but by the time it was over Lance fell asleep in her fur. Even if he was a dog, Sugar promised him he'd always have a home with her no matter where she went and no matter what happened. From that point on Sugar adopted the tiny pup as her own.

Her history:
Sugar, or rather Dulce at the time, was born into a big family. Raised by two she-cats she had a larger than life family of 12 siblings. Being born in an old barn out in the unforgiving country, she learned a thing or two growing up there. And when the time came for her and her sisters and brothers to find their own homes, their mothers wished them luck on their venture.

Because of this close knit family tie, the 12 siblings travelled together through the vast plains, searching for a barn or home of their own. They worked together, always keeping close and sharing prey whenever they could. When they discovered a small town overrun by rats and mice well, they were more than happy to settle down. The town was big enough and the prey was more than enough to share the territory. Many of her siblings even found humans of their own. The oldest, Odd-Eyes was the Sheriff's right hand tom cat and three of her sisters found toms to settle down with and raise families of their own. All but Sugar were eager to settle.

The dusty blue furred molly knew she had more to see and do before she'd be ready to settle so she planned to head north despite her family's protests. Bidding them farewell she hopped a train and headed for the big city, hoping to see and do more.

Of course there were sometimes more danger on the actual train than not and Sugar found herself confronted by dogs and humans alike before she could reach her destination. Which is why being chased off the train was never a fun time.

Personality:

[mynameisbacon]

Username: mynameisbacon
Name: Midnight
Gender: Female
Collar: Microchipped (No collar)
How do they greet Lance?:
Midnight greets Lance by rubbing his neck with her head . Most cats do that to show that they love their mate, but Midnight does it because she loves Lance too much . She then tells Lance that he needs to visit her more and that he should come to see her quicker.
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Greetings~ 100 words *wheezes*
Zephyr eyes narrowed in on the dog noisily sleeping noisily beside the leather couch. His white-spotted feet hung in the air and his tongue lolled out the side of his mouth. The cat couldn't see how such a thing was productive in any way, shape, or form. If they were back on the streets the Ibizan mix would surely be dead, unable to protect his vitals or turn quickly enough to fight.
"Mwreeeow!" The big grey cat yowled as he launched himself at the dog. He bounced off and hit the ground running, "You're it!"

Backstory~
Zephyr has lived on the streets since he was just a kitten, learning to scrounge for food and fight his way out of hard places. His mother disappeared before he even knew what a mother was, leaving him and his sibling to the elements. They wandered for days, becoming grimy and sick with hunger. Finally, another cat, a male, took them in. He taught them to survive and to be grateful for what they had. Ever since then Zephyr has wanted to give back to the would that brought him his adoptive father in such a dark time. So, when Zephyr stumbled across a whimpering puppy, drenched and shivering, he knew what to do. He took the pup under his (metaphorical) wing, bringing him back to his current shelter and raising him just as Joseph, his father, did for him. He knew couldn't replace Lance's mother, but he did what he could.
Today, Zephyr acts more like Lance's big brother, always teasing him and testing him, but he will not hesitate to defend the dog in any situation.

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Personality~
Zephyr is a happy-go-lucky type of cat who always sees the bright side of
things. He's normally layed back, but when Lance is thrown in the mix,
things get messy. Like chairs knocked over and prize vases shattered
messy. Oftentimes, even in the middle of the night, you can hear the big
cat skid around corners and claw up furniture, with the big, clumsy, Lance
on his tail. It is advised to get out of the way when they pass, as many
hospital visits have occurred this way.

Zephyr does not hesitate to talk to other animals, and in doing this,
makes a lot of friends. Usually, he will wander around the neighborhood,
just hanging out with the residents and teasing the animals confined in
houses or yards.

Favorites~
-Pringles
-Fries
-Shower/bath water
-Hiding places and scaring the people who walk by
-Under the beds
-The feeling of wind through his fur
-Piles of leaves ('Cause jumping in them is fun)
-Drinking out of the sink
-Hanging out in the shallow end of the pool
-Playing tag
-Teasing

Dislikes~
-Hot asphalt
-Cold water
-Being confined
-Dry food
-Little children
-Complaining

May add more later

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[vantablaque]

username; top notch
name; shiro
gender; male
collar; microchipped (no collar)

greetings; shiro greets lance in a sort of odd fashion, really - the cat likes teasing him, so he'll oftentimes feign annoyance when lance sees him. it's over dramatic and obviously untrue, but shiro likes making lance laugh by pretending to be irritated that the pup has come to visit. after he thinks he's teased lance enough, however, shiro will always give a gentle smile and place a paw on the dog's head - kind of patting him, in a sense - and give a gruff (but affectionate), "it's nice to see you again, kiddo."

[VoidRinkusu]

Username: VoidRinkusu
Name: Lysander (or Ly)
Gender: Male
Collar: Microchipped (No collar)
How do they greet Lance?:

Lysander is usually pretty happy to see Lance, but no matter his mood, he says hi the same way. If Lance doesn’t see him coming, Lysander will meow to catch his attention, but otherwise Lance will usually run over to greet him. They will then lift their paws and give each other a clumsy high-five. They might sit there for another minute, Lance wagging his tail and Lysander purring, perhaps chatting about their day, before going on to whatever little adventure may lie ahead of them.


Personality and past:

Lysander acts like a cross between a wise old man and a rambunctious young adventurer. It usually depends on how tired he is, and if he’s around Lance.
Lance is like a son to him, one that Lysander is very proud of and loves spending time with. They are both fairly young, only three human years between them, so Lysander treats Lance like his brother as much as he treats him like a son. Ly low-key knows how self conscious Lance is, so if Lance is ever feeling down about anything, he will groom Lance’s fur, smoothing it out and helping him get his usual spirit back. He personally prefers taking a bath over grooming himself though, he loves water as much as the average dog.
In fact, having spent so much time with Lance, he has become a bit more like a dog himself, more social and showing no signs of the natural sassy attitude of most cats. He has even made good friends with a few dogs.
Lysander taught Lance how to be the free-roaming “cat-dog” that he is. He brought lance to the town that they currently live in, knowing that it would be a safe place for Lance to act like a stray, but with enough excitements to keep it interesting. He gave some Lance some tips on how to avoid conflict (More like how to find a way out of it, Lance clearly isn’t the type to stay out of trouble) in return for Lance teaching Lysander how to beg for or steal food. Ly can’t stand collars, they cover up the marking on his chest (which he is really proud of), he is a fan of backwards bandannas though.
Lysander isn’t confident enough to admit it, in fact it quite hurts for him to think about it, but he’s really sad that Lance is spending more time with Heimdall than with himself. That he thinks of Heimdall like a father. He’s scared that Lance is just going to forget about him, about all of the good times they had, that he’ll forget everything that Lysander has done for him and what he’s taught Lance. So he keeps holding on.

Lance is his son

He loves him

(I know this is super late notice, but I misread the end date, so may I request a short extension? Even one day would be great!)

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oof sorry this is mostly on me, I forgot to give a warning about the end date, so you can view this as a 3 day warning-- This adopt will close on the 23rd at 11:59pm est! Just to give you all time to finish up

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Username: VoidRinkusu
Name: Lysander (or Ly)
Gender: Male
Collar: Microchipped (No collar)
How do they greet Lance?:

Lysander is usually pretty happy to see Lance, but no matter his mood, he says hi the same way. If Lance doesn’t see him coming, Lysander will meow to catch his attention, but otherwise Lance will usually run over to greet him. They will then lift their paws and give each other a clumsy high-five. They might sit there for another minute, Lance wagging his tail and Lysander purring, perhaps chatting about their day, before going on to whatever little adventure may lie ahead of them.


Personality and past:

Lysander acts like a cross between a wise old man and a rambunctious young adventurer. It usually depends on how tired he is, and if he’s around Lance.
Lance is like a son to him, one that Lysander is very proud of and loves spending time with. They are both fairly young, only three human years between them, so Lysander treats Lance like his brother as much as he treats him like a son. Ly low-key knows how self conscious Lance is, so if Lance is ever feeling down about anything, he will groom Lance’s fur, smoothing it out and helping him get his usual spirit back. He personally prefers taking a bath over grooming himself though, he loves water as much as the average dog.
In fact, having spent so much time with Lance, he has become a bit more like a dog himself, more social and showing no signs of the natural sassy attitude of most cats. He has even made good friends with a few dogs.
Lysander taught Lance how to be the free-roaming “cat-dog” that he is. He brought lance to the town that they currently live in, knowing that it would be a safe place for Lance to act like a stray, but with enough excitements to keep it interesting. He gave some Lance some tips on how to avoid conflict (More like how to find a way out of it, Lance clearly isn’t the type to stay out of trouble) in return for Lance teaching Lysander how to beg for or steal food. Ly can’t stand collars, they cover up the marking on his chest (which he is really proud of), he is a fan of backwards bandannas though.
Lysander isn’t confident enough to admit it, in fact it quite hurts for him to think about it, but he’s really sad that Lance is spending more time with Heimdall than with himself. That he thinks of Heimdall like a father. He’s scared that Lance is just going to forget about him, about all of the good times they had, that he’ll forget everything that Lysander has done for him and what he’s taught Lance. So he keeps holding on.

Lance is his son

He loves him

(I know this is super late notice, but I misread the end date, so may I request a short extension? Even one day would be great!)

This was honestly pretty difficult, but I'll have to go with Void's form! Thank you to both of you that tried out <33