[| Aloy |]

Rules to this competition:
All text in your form must be black.
No images are allowed (including special characters that aren't needed).
Fill out the form with complete sentences except for your name, its name, and its gender.
Competition ends August 6.

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Username:
Shrimp Cat's name:
Gender:
Personality:
Write a short story about the paint splatters on the cat's back (Does not have to be about how they got there. Just include them in the story.):

[fallen.galaxy]

Username:Fallen Galaxy

Shrimp Cat's name:Pallet

Gender:Female

Personality:Pallet is artsy but is always looking for something to inspire her. She travels around the world finding inspiration in plants and animals. She is one that will starve themselves and lock herself in her room for a day or two just to make a masterpeice. She mostly does art but occasionally writes poems and stories.

Write a short story about the paint splatters on the cat's back:[/b][i]Pallet was walking home from art class. she was carrying a portfolio in her jaws. She glanced up at the sky to see the sun starting set in the distance. She smiled as a friendly warm breeze met and washed over her. She continued her walk enjoying the scenery and feel of things. Then it hit her, she could paint the sky for a final project! She put down her portfolio and snapped some pictures with the camera she always wore on her neck. She took pictures for who knows how long. The sky was black and the moon was high when she continued her journey home. She grinned then noticed some paint dripping from her pain splatter. ''Hmm odd. I thought that dried.'' she said to herself curiously. She looked back trying to see the splatter but couldn't get her neck to rotate far enough. She sighed and continued on home to look in the mirror. Eventually she got back and opened her door walking inside. She went to the mirror instantly setting her portfolio down on the kitchen counter. She looked at the splatter using the mirrors in the bathroom and let out a curious ''Huh?'' the paint was now dry again. She shook her head knowing she had to go to bed. She sighed believing this all to be a dream, sometimes she had dreams that seemed real. She did her nightly routine and went into bed only to find that her spots were actual paint again. She pushed that aside and went to sleep anyway, the next morning her bed matched the colors of the paint splatters on her back. Poor girl, she still thinks it was the sleep talking.

[| Aloy |]

Up~

[Punkie]

I really like this one Sprig ~
I'll be editing the archives soon so I'll be able to tell you a number.

[Punkie]

This would be SK #48 ~

[| Aloy |]

Up~

[| Aloy |]

boop

[| Aloy |]

Username:Fallen Galaxy

Shrimp Cat's name:Pallet

Gender:Female

Personality:Pallet is artsy but is always looking for something to inspire her. She travels around the world finding inspiration in plants and animals. She is one that will starve themselves and lock herself in her room for a day or two just to make a masterpeice. She mostly does art but occasionally writes poems and stories.

Write a short story about the paint splatters on the cat's back:[/b][i]Pallet was walking home from art class. she was carrying a portfolio in her jaws. She glanced up at the sky to see the sun starting set in the distance. She smiled as a friendly warm breeze met and washed over her. She continued her walk enjoying the scenery and feel of things. Then it hit her, she could paint the sky for a final project! She put down her portfolio and snapped some pictures with the camera she always wore on her neck. She took pictures for who knows how long. The sky was black and the moon was high when she continued her journey home. She grinned then noticed some paint dripping from her pain splatter. ''Hmm odd. I thought that dried.'' she said to herself curiously. She looked back trying to see the splatter but couldn't get her neck to rotate far enough. She sighed and continued on home to look in the mirror. Eventually she got back and opened her door walking inside. She went to the mirror instantly setting her portfolio down on the kitchen counter. She looked at the splatter using the mirrors in the bathroom and let out a curious ''Huh?'' the paint was now dry again. She shook her head knowing she had to go to bed. She sighed believing this all to be a dream, sometimes she had dreams that seemed real. She did her nightly routine and went into bed only to find that her spots were actual paint again. She pushed that aside and went to sleep anyway, the next morning her bed matched the colors of the paint splatters on her back. Poor girl, she still thinks it was the sleep talking.

Congrats, she's yours!

[fallen.galaxy]

awesome thanks <3

-takes off to my characters area-