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Post by Kaizoku on Aug 4, 2014 6:04:30 GMT
End date - August 9th
What is this?
How I Got My Feathers is a writing competition. There will be two competitions running at once, so make sure to read the information on both!
Rules
- Your story must be 500 words of less.
- You can write 2 stories maximum, and they must be about different Kiamaras.
- Your story must be appropriate and follow the site rules.
- You must own the Kiamara you're writing about.
- The Kiamara must be an adult!
Prizes
First Place - Supreme Feather Bottle or you can swap it for the quills equivalent of the Supreme Feather Bottle in the store.
Second Place - 20 Quills
Third Place - 15 Quills
All entries will receive 5 Quills, however, your entries must be completed.
Rules
- Your story must be 500 words of less.
- You can write 2 stories maximum, and they must be about different Kiamaras.
- Your story must be appropriate and follow the site rules.
- You must own the Kiamara you're writing about, or you can use the mascot.
- The Kiamara must be a child/teen/PPS!
Prizes
First Place - PPS Reverse Potion or you can swap it for the quills equivalent of the PPS Reverse Potion in the store.
Second Place - 20 Quills
Third Place - 15 Quills
All entries will receive 5 Quills, however, your entries must be completed.
Feel free to ask any questions, and have fun c:
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Post by citric on Aug 4, 2014 6:09:21 GMT
I'll be writing from the viewpoint of Mascot, since I have yet to own a kiamara.  500 words exactly, unless the title counts; if it does I can change it. ^u^ • ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ • ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ •
My Journey, My Feathers
The dawn of my second birthday, the day most young kiamaras receive their feathers, I knew that my experience would be different. No one knew where I came from, and I didn't have any family to give me my feathers. I had never made close connections, for I was always viewed as unapproachable, as 'Mascot': the kia with no background, story or connections. But I hoped to change that and make my own story. I refused to let my birthday pass without notice–or feathers, for that matter. I knew I needed to find my own feather. No one had ever told me what to do about my situation, so I knew I had to decide for myself; I was never told who I was to be. I wanted to find my feathers, and, hopefully, who I am. So I left.
I felt confident, grounded, like I finally had something to work towards. I don't know how long I walked, but something stopped me when I arrived at a wide forest. Chirping met my ears, and I looked up; a small bird's nest rested on a branch. My gaze fell to the ground to see a small fledgeling bird laying on the ground. Worried, I gently lifted it back into it's nest. Preening her chick obsessively like any worried mother, the mama bird tweeted thanks back at me, and I noticed a green feather drift from the nest. Catching it in my teeth, I suddenly felt a sense of fulfillment. Somehow I knew I had found my first feather. So I continued, this time with a bounce in my step.
The woods opened up as I walked, and a roar of water and sounds of wildlife filled my ears. Following a strange, insistent buzzing sound, I came upon a pool of water, where a dragonfly struggled. On a whim, I took my claw and delicately lifted the insect out of the water and blew air on it's wings. Alighting from my paw onto to a rock, it perched on a feather as blue as the water. I picked it up, smiling.
The day was darkening; I knew I would have to get home soon. Feeling happy but still a bit incomplete, I began the long plod home. Everything was seemingly quiet when I arrived, but when I got to my den a bunch of the other kias who had recently turned two were crowded around it. I jumped in surprise, and one of them turned around.
"Mascot! There you are! A bunch of us newly feathered realized that you didn't have anyone to give you a feather today, so we got you one!" Their eyes bright, they presented a purple feather to me. My eyes shined with tears, and I felt truly happy. I had found my place through my journey and made my own story; my feathers would forever remind me of that. I ended up not being able to complete it alone, but maybe that was even better.
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Post by purecrazy on Aug 4, 2014 6:12:14 GMT
marking because yes
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Post by Sky on Aug 4, 2014 6:13:38 GMT
Does this mean that people without kiamaras cannot participate? D: Same question as citric { mark } |
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Carissa
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Post by Carissa on Aug 4, 2014 6:18:02 GMT
If we have a PPS with feathers, can we write about how they got them for Competition A or does it have to be an adult?
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Post by marcobodt on Aug 4, 2014 6:18:15 GMT
marking! nvn
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Post by sable on Aug 4, 2014 6:24:52 GMT
marking, I'll try enter this when I have time ~
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Post by Kaizoku on Aug 4, 2014 6:29:29 GMT
Does this mean that people without kiamaras cannot participate? D: I will double check to see if you can use mascot. When I get an answer, I'll announce it. c: If we have a PPS with feathers, can we write about how they got them for Competition A or does it have to be an adult? You can write about them in Competition A then, just make sure to mention that they've received their feathers as a PPS. ^^ |
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kankridj
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Post by kankridj on Aug 4, 2014 6:41:36 GMT
"Sometimes, I wonder what would've happened if I had stayed with my parents."
My name is Gou, and if I had stayed, I would have never accomplished my goal to become a champion swimmer. If I had stayed, I would be a different kiamara, one who was living only to please the wishes of her parents and not her own.
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My parents wanted the best child as possible; respectful, kind, smart. To have this child, they were strict with rules and enforced expectations, and most of my time was to keep up with my studies and learn to be the best. In return, I would be rewarded with time for the water, which was my desired reward.
It was around high school that I realized what person I had become. The black and white amongst an arrange of color. Years had been wasted to become this blank sheet, while the population spent those years creating something beautiful of that sheet.
So, that day, I signed up for the swim team.
My parents were angered for weeks, trying to force me out of the swim team in every possible way. I was furious; why did they not see that I had become something I didn't want to be? Something so...blank?
So, I finally fought back.
I secretly planned my own future, far from what my parents wanted. I worked extremely hard on my swimming and studies, but the day I was scouted, I knew what I wanted to be. The day of graduation, and I knew what I wanted to become.
An olympic swimmer.
The night of graduation, the night I was supposed to receive my feather, I was refused that feather until I chose to go to my parent's chosen college. It was the feather, or the swim team.
The day I left for my swim team, my parents didn't even say goodbye. They completely cut me off of everything that had to do with them, and I never received that feather.
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My first practice had been torture; I had been so hurt. One of the girls came up to me, asking me why I had been so down.
"I don't have a family."
"What? Why?"
"I joined the swim team."
"Were you...not allowed?"
"No."
"Why did'ya join, then?"
"For once, in my life, I finally got to decide."
My first competition, and my parents weren't there. I was disappointed, but not surprised, and I headed towards the locker room. However, the team approached me. The girl from my first practice stepped up, smiling, hiding her hands.
"Hey, remember when you said you didn't have a family?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Well...can we be that? Can we be your family?" She asked me, holding out her hands to reveal a pink feather.
"I cried.
But for the first time in my life, it was because of happiness.
I had a family who wanted me for me, and what I wanted to be." {{ 493/500 words. }}---- "I may look so sweet, but I can assure you, I'm most certainly not!" |
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Post by Kaizoku on Aug 4, 2014 6:47:55 GMT
Non-owners can participate using the mascot, and the prize for Competition A, first place, is now a Supreme Feather Bottle!
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Post by eclipse3 on Aug 4, 2014 6:58:00 GMT
June 13, 2012Today was my first attempt to obtain my feathers. I went out to the town to find if I can find a pretty calm bird to get my feathers from. In front of me sat a small rust colored bird with white speckles- I am guessing it was some sort of dove. I lowered my back, not wanting to be seen by the bird. I tip-toed over to the dove, in attempt to catch it. It made light cooing noises and and began to slowly pace away- I wasn't loosing this chance. I ran and pounced onto the dove and caught it in between my paws. It slipped and I ran after it, but in the process I fell into a mud hole. Only my luck. No feathers were dropped except now mud covered ones. Yuck. I am now realizing how much of an idiot I am for even trying this tactic. Better luck next time. June 17, 2012Today was my second attempt at achieving my feathers. Catching birds obviously isn't my thing, so I just went around asking for feathers. Don't judge me, I was super desperate today. I asked this old man if he had any laying around and he handed me a handful of them. I looked through them, finding only one that was fully in tact. I was a shiny gold one and I loved it. I ran home with it, super excited to tie a string and finally have one of my own. I sat down at my desk, trying to tie it on, and finally it tied! I had my feather. I announced it to my parents and they were happy for me! Well a few hours ago, I went in the kitchen to make myself a little midnight snack. I click on the stove and whoosh! My feather was on fire! I swung my arm around trying to put it out and time, but I was too late. Once again I was featherless. Here, I tied it on way,way too low. It hung to the floor and was being dragged. I planned on tightening it, but I was dumb and didn't do it soon enough. So frustrating. June 20,2012Today was my final attempt to try and get some feathers. If I didn't get them today, I would never try again. I would have been teased, but I didn't care. I was walking along the street and a very young Kiamara came up to me. They were very hard to understand, but they were in a panic. They were pointing over to the lake and they tugged on me, so followed them. A small cloud of bubbles were in the center and they pointed at it. It was a baby. I jumped into the lake and swam out as fast as I could. I grabbed the small child and swam into shore. The parents were so glad, they handed me a single red feather- and I knew this was my permanent feather.
[500 words on the dot uvu
For contest A ] |
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Post by Tempest on Aug 4, 2014 7:06:33 GMT
Marking
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Carissa
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Post by Carissa on Aug 4, 2014 7:13:59 GMT
Can the first prize be a choice? 3: I wanted the original prize and have no use for the feather bottle.
And before anyone suggests it, I can't enter B to try and win it because my PPS has feathers.
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Post by Kaizoku on Aug 4, 2014 7:34:22 GMT
Can the first prize be a choice? 3: I wanted the original prize and have no use for the feather bottle. And before anyone suggests it, I can't enter B to try and win it because my PPS has feathers. You can now swap it for the quills equivalent of the Supreme Feather Bottle in the store. C: |
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Post by 42 on Aug 4, 2014 7:35:18 GMT
Writing Contest B. I own Icarus and he is currently a teen <3
You cannot truly feel night’s grasp when it isn’t truly there. I knew that now, I must have succumbed to the laborious strain of keeping awake. That was okay; it had been a rough day and the soft slumber of dreams was comforting. I lost the grip on my own mind for a while as the dream swirled around me, and a figure emerged from the trees – they were hunched, trotting along briskly below the pale yellow streetlights. The figure stopped at a number along the street and glanced around, giving me a chance to see the Kiamara’s troubled face. It was me - older, but most definitely me. I didn’t panic, I was a lucid dreamer and I could feel myself slowly succumbing to the hard strains that kept me aware. He gazed back at the door and I could feel his hesitation, it radiated off his body quite strongly. Or perhaps it was me; I could read myself like a book. Then it dawned upon me what the Future-Icarus was doing. It was something I had considered often and was drawn to from the first time I had heard of the concept. I was almost certain I knew what was happening now and watched with a burning intention. I prayed I was no coward, I could make my choices, but it was my duty also to make sure I carried them nobly.
The kiamara knocked on the door and the patter of footprints were heard as someone made their way to the door. It was opened, and my dearest father Amaro stood there smiling, my mother Venisa visible in the background – curious to whom was upon their doorstep at such a late hour.
The next few words tumbled out into the night quite loudly and I could see the future figure of myself wince with exposure. ‘I’ve come to say goodbye.’
My father knew what I meant; he glanced back at my mother and nodded. ‘It’s time then.’ He shuffled back into the house and returned with a box, long and slim and moderately ornate. ‘I knew you were coming, eventually you must. I myself was for a time and I could see it calling you every day…’ The future me dipped his head. ‘I cannot stop you, I will not stop you – I wish you to be free Icarus, but I have something for you.’ He opened the box tenderly, revealing three feathers. ‘Father… you…’ ‘No, it’s time Icarus.’ He pulled out the first feather, slender and white with a tip of ink black. ‘An Albatross feather, so that no matter how heavy your choices may be, you will always carry them proudly.’ Amaro placed the feather between the future Icarus’ ears just like he himself wore his feathers. Then he pulled out the next one, an owl feather. ‘For wisdom’ he spoke, placing the feather beside the first. Then out came the last one, white with beautiful streaks of grey. ‘And the dove feather, may peace always reside in your heart.’ Icarus bowed, tears shimmering in his eyes. ‘Thankyou…’ He hugged his father and then his mother, who kissed him upon the head. She placed a small object in his hand and then collapsed into Amaro’s arms; crying. Icarus dipped his head. ‘Goodbye.’ And he walked away knowing exactly what lay in his hand. It was a feather, though smaller, serving a symbol for something his mother used to always tell him.
The dreams of starlings are as important as the dreams of kings. Be complacent of where you stand.
May you be wise, may you be strong and may peace always reside in your heart.
((The symbolism of the Albatross feathers representing choices comes from Samuel Taylor Coleridge's The Ancient Mariner. Icarus is giving up his old life for that of his ancestors - he is becoming a feral kia))
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500 words exactly, unless the title counts; if it does I can change it. ^u^
