[whim]

hello I really wanted to make a sheep so... lamb's ear! I used to have a patch in my backyard but my chickens destroyed it rip

for this kalon, I want you to describe a childhood memory they remember fondly! you can do this through writing or drawing, and you can include a non-writing/non-drawing extra! (such as a moodboard, short playlist, etc.)

you have up to 500 words or 1 art piece! If you go a little over 500 words that's okay, just please be reasonable :)

ends on july 7!

edits:
[s] hair, shine
[c] fur, tail
[uc] ears, pupil, tongue
[r] horns



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Username + ID:
Name:
Childhood memory (500 words OR one art piece):
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[eyesemote]

mark,,,

[allu]

username + id: allu (760895)
name:
childhood memory:
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marking, :O

[CO1LD]

Username + ID: CO1LD 699164
Name: Midori
Childhood memory (500 words OR one art pieces):
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ahhh wip

[Sneky]

Username + ID: Sneky, 199821
Name: Eunice
Childhood memory (500/500):

“Where exactly are we going again?” Eunice’s feet ached as she and her friend climbed what seemed like the twentieth hill in the blazing midday sun.
“If I told you, it would ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it?” Even her friend, usually a stalwart on hikes, was beginning to wheeze as they crested the hill. “Look, it’s just beyond that gully over there.”
“But that’s still an hour away!”
“Hey, do you want to see what I found or not?” Eunice sighed and bit her tongue, continuing down the grassy slope. Her friend was never one to disappoint, but this seemed a bit much. Whatever she found must be good.


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“Ok, just one more hill!” Eunice’s friend began to bound up the final hill while Eunice was busy picking nettles out of her wool.
“You didn’t tell me we’d be tramping through a nettle patch!” She knew she’d need a dockleaf compress when she returned home, or else the rash would become truly unmanageable.
“Shut up, you’ll scare them away!”
“Scare what away?” But before her friend could answer Eunice’s question, she crested the slope and saw the surprise for herself.
Beyond the hill was a meadow of wildflowers, stretching to where the field hit the edge of a sparse forest. A sea of purple and blue blossoms swayed in the wind, occasionally broken up by shades of yellow and white.
“It’s beautiful!” Eunice was careful to keep her voice down as they descended into the meadow, still unsure of what her friend was afraid of scaring off.
“Look closer.” As they reached the meadow’s edge, Eunice noticed some of the blue spots were moving, fluttering from plant to plant. They were tricky to see, but the meadow was teeming with powdery-blue butterflies, wings laced with white and shimmering in the sun. Eunice gasped.
“Karner Blues…” She knew the butterflies were incredibly rare, so seeing this many in one place was practically unheard of. But her friend had seemingly just stumbled across this meadow by coincidence, tucked away from prying eyes.
“I don’t know how much longer they’ll stay, but I know you love butterflies so I wanted to bring ya!” Her friend began to walk into the flowers but was stopped by Eunice’s paw.
“Don’t! This Lupine is their nursery, you’ll disturb their eggs!”
“Okay, sheesh!” Her friend backed up, settling on the edge of the meadow. “Well, we can at least enjoy them from here.”
“Yeah, we can.” Eunice joined her, stretching out in the warm grass. As she began to relax, she felt something tickle her nose and looked to see what it was. A butterfly had perched itself on her nose, flapping its wings lazily as it sunned itself. Its feet were soft on her nose, light as wind. As she sat with the butterfly, she didn’t notice the aches in her paws or the nettle’s angry marks on her skin any longer. Calm had washed over her, and Eunice couldn’t even think about leaving anytime soon.


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[Griff]

Username + ID: Griff 254592
Name: Marilamb
Childhood memory (500 words OR one art pieces):

Mari did not understand her father at all. She would rather be at home caring for her plants, why were they in the middle of a stinky lake just... holding poles and waiting. What was possibly so exciting about this? Time seemed to move to a crawl here, not a word spoken, the silence only broken by her occasional long-suffering sigh.

And then came the first bite!

She was up on her feet instantly, heart pounding, as the line started to be pulled upon. Her father stood with her, showing her how to strengthen her hold, how to reel it in closer and not break the line. Together as a team she brought in her first fish, with a cheer from her father. She had never felt closer to him, as she hugged him.

"Remember Mari. Tonight we give thanks and eat any fish we catch. Nothing will go to waste," he reassured her. She nodded, and the game was now on. She understood now! The thrill of living in the moment, of bonding with her favorite person... she rather enjoyed this feeling. And by the end of the night, they were sharing stories of their favorite catches as they prepared the fish for supper. She would never forget this feeling, and it became her favorite childhood memory. Even as adults, sometimes, she sneaks her father out for some fishing time!

Extra (optional!): Mood Music is Surfing Theme Remix from Pokemon GSC

[Osskiar]

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[Rosi]

Username + ID: Rosi + 981273
Name: Arden "Birdie"
Childhood memory (500 words OR one art pieces):
``Frolic while you can little one, for as you grow you will go blind to the magics of this world.`` her father's voice rang in her mind. Had there ever been magic in this world? Everything had been going so wrong lately, and it still felt like the whole world would crumble if she let out a hint of emotion. Why did everything always have to rely on her, why couldn't she go back to the simpler more magical times.
She laid down on her bed and drifted back to an almost forgotten memory. The fire place crackled and the smell of calm smoke and pine essence filled her senses. The walls around her were made of stacked wood, like lincon-logs, just life sized. There was a man, an old wrinkly joyous man, humming a familiar tune. He was rocking in a chair carving a tiny wooden bird. He looked like a tower from where she was sitting, playing on a soft rug with intricate wood carved animals. She was a child again, and her father was night next to her. She would have cried, but felt herself slipping back into the role of a seven year old.
"Daddy! Daddy, what are you making me now?" She asked him while the horses and the ponies tried to convince the squirrels to have a tea party with them.
"A little wooden birdie, child." Her father replied to her half interested curiosity.
"Why? I allready have so many little birds?" She paused her game, genuinely confused why he was making her a bird when she asked for a fuzzy rabbit.
"This one is special. It will help you see when you have lost sight of the way."
"Like you daddy?"
"Like me, birdie." he said, his sightless eyes staring out the foggy window.
It all faded back to her cozy, almost pitch black room, tears welling in her eyes. Arden reached for the very same comfort bird she allways kept on her bedside table, caved delacateley from soft smooth wood.
She held it close and finally let out the torrent of emotion she had been holding onto for too long, she missed that dumb, yet wise, old man. No matter how much she wanted to stay washed up in the tide of old memories, she knew that she had to let go and embrace the magic of now.

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[justamindset]

Username + ID: arbourous || 695530
Name:
Childhood memory (500 words OR one art pieces):
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[kolyakun]

Username + ID: kolyakun | 154432
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