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Post by Kaizoku on Aug 4, 2014 7:37:43 GMT
marrk <3 oh also Kai, if you're writing about a child that is not PPS could the first prize be the potion's value in quills? It's just that if someone with a child/teen kia wins B then they will have no use for the PPS reversal ^u^ Yes, you can swap the first prize for either competition with the quills equivalent! c: |
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Post by Kaizoku on Aug 4, 2014 9:47:26 GMT
I'm going to just address a something I've had a few questions about.
If you have PPS Kiamara with feathers, you can enter for either contest, however, I would rather you enter for the first contest simply for the fact that they already have feathers, but it is fine if you feel you'd rather enter for the second contest.
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Trollish
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Post by Trollish on Aug 4, 2014 10:46:58 GMT
 Fry's Feather - Narrative - Competition ALet me just start this off by saying my father was never an attentive man.
We were right, they didn't. But we still tried to make things as clean a transition as we could.
My dad kinda sealed himself away after mom's passing, I didn't see much of him before- but I saw even less of him now.
When the time came I was old enough to get my feathers I was pretty hyped, obviously this is a huge deal. Didn't quite occur to me that my old man plaid a role in the whole thing. The McDonald family does a lotta things differently than most-, and I'm not just talkin' about dinner here. Ya see, up until this point I'd never had a job before, never worked to earn a living- and my pops thought it was pretty important that I learned. He was a huge advocate for the "just because you're born into a rich family doesn't mean you get their privilege without a little labor" speech.
So when it was my time to earn my feathers, y'know what my dad said? "If you can survive one day working at one of our restaurants, then I'll pass on to you the feathers that've been passed down to every McDonald before you. What're you just standing around for son? Get to work!" And so for the first time I put on a uniform and worked as the manager at McDonalds. Quite frankly it was a lot harder than I'd expected it to be- though the work was hard I really liked it. I got to see a lot of new faces, and interact with a lot of new people- granted I was just selling them burgers, but it was still really great!
When it came time to close down, I was almost sad that it was over- but I didn't have much time to mull it over, because right as I was about to turn off the lights and close up shop my dad came walking in the door, right up to me. He was holding something in his paws, and he gingerly set it down on the counter that separated us with a warm smile. "I'm proud of you, son."The thing before me, I discovered, was my feather. And it has been with me ever since.  Kaiser's Feather - Narrative - Competition AI know there are certainly those who have it worse.But as a young kia, I grew up without any parents to speak of at all. They were filthy rich, at least my father was- emphasis on filthy. He was a loathsome man, and as such I had hardly anything but a scoff when I heard he'd passed away. My mother was an ailing woman, and she passed on in my teenage years before my father had died. One night when I visited my mother in the hospital, I had a bad feeling in my gut. Not like a stomach ache, more a premonition. A feeling something bad was going to happen. Time drug on, the nurses said I wasn't allowed in. My body tensed, what did they mean? My mother was in there, I wasn't going to just sit here and bide my time twiddling my thumbs. She was sick and dying, emphasis on dying- they figured she hadn't much time left at all. But she was always a brave woman, and while I probably would've broken down in tears she still greeted me with a smile each day I came to see her. Will I ever see that smile again?A thought crossed my mind, though I quickly smothered it out- of course I would, how ridiculous. My mother was a strong woman, I had faith she would recover. That she'd make it. That she'd- but with a sudden sound of opening doors I was greeted by a nurse who said only one thing,"Your mother wants to speak with you."I followed after her, as quickly as I could manage without stamping on her heels- doubts swirling rampantly in my head, had I been right? But there was no time to think, as I entered my mother's hospital room she again greeted me with a smile. I went over to her bedside, lacing our fingers together. I opened my mouth to speak but her melodic voice greeted me instead."You know I love you, don't you Kai?" "Well of course I do mother." She had something in her other hand, a small box wrapped in flamboyant paper. She tried to nudge it toward me slightly, but she didn't have the strength- though I reached and grabbed it myself."Open it when I'm gone, alright..?" Her voice was fading now- her tears heavy with water."Gone..? What do you-" "Please, Kaiser, won't you hug your mother…? One last time…?"I embraced her on the spot, tears flowing down my cheeks, "I love you.""I love you too."And only seconds later did her heart motor go flat.It took me several years to man up the courage to open the box she'd given me then. And by that time my father had passed away, and I was alone in the world. When I opened it up, there was a single thing.A small, white feather with a golden diamond printed elegantly on it's front.The tears came back. |
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Post by carmineflyer on Aug 4, 2014 11:40:26 GMT
Reverie's Feathers
Sunlight filtered through unfamiliar windows, and it stirred the girl from her sleep. She could hear birds, and their song was unfamiliar to her, and yet seemed like something she had heard long ago. Pushing herself up, she rubbed sleep from her eyes, a sleep blurred world giving way to something close to reality. The girl was confused for a moment, for the room she was in did not seem quite the same -was it her own?- but after several moments of deliberation, she decided it didn't matter. She pushed herself out of bed, blinking sleep out of her eyes, and the birds grew louder. She looked around for the source curiously, and she saw it; the two bluebirds that faded in and out of her sight. They were curious things these birds, fading in and out of her sight, the song never stopping, seemingly only growing in strength. What were they singing of? She wondered if her parents would come in to remove the birds. They never liked it when she said they were there. They denied they saw them, gave her those troubled looks she never understood. The birds where there, she could see this clearly enough. Why couldn't they?Her thoughts where interrupted as the song got frantic, hurried. The birds screamed and cried, running from things even she could not see, and the desperate song blurred all else from her mind. A cold wind blew, a harsh wind, and the birds could hardly fly, and they were fleeing, pushed on by the wind and she cried for them to come back, she didn't want to be alone...
She feels one grab onto her ear, desperate for purchase, and she tries to save another by cupping it in her hands, but the wind is too strong, and she is not as strong as the wind...
Sunlight gleams through an unfamiliar window, and the girls eyes fly open, and she jumps out of bed, eyes frantically searching, for the song was not there anymore, and that meant... That meant...
She feels something in her hand, she is crushing it in her agitated state. It is soft, and tickles slightly, and when she looks down, she finds three feathers. They are the color of a clear sky, without storms, the color of the bluebirds and the color of the sea. Her ear stings slightly, and her wrist, and she swears she can still hear that terrible and beautiful song...
The world blurs around her until all it is is the three feathers, and the silent cry for the birds to come back, please come back...
The song comes to her again as she hold the feathers, and she smiles.
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Ker's Feathers
There was red that night, the red of murder, the red of triumph, and the red that spilled everywhere as the life faded from their eyes. Ker did not remember much about that night, but she remembered the red.
There was fear too, that she saw in their eyes, especially his. Fear and disbelief. How could his protege do something like this? She was perfect until now... Perfect until she snapped.
Did she snap? Ker always wondered the reasons it all started. The guard had checked in on her, and she brought death down on him. She took the weapons she found, and let the flames follow. The fire burned, and it was red too, red with orange and yellow and sometimes blue, though she did not see that until the end. She laughed at all of it, yet Ker didn't remember what she found so amusing at the time.
And then there was him. He hid from her, and she found him, and the red swallowed her vision, her judgement, and fury rose inside her. Pain in her arm, red in her vision, the scream as she triumphed, the blank stare of death. And then there was blue.
Blue of fading adrenaline, blue of a sense of peace, the unsure blue -for what was left for her now?- and the blue that was all that remained of him. It had drifted downwards as he fell, and Ker looked at the feathers curiously. Three, lying in the red, which was creeping up the soft down, staining it the color of triumph, the color of the fury that drove her forwards just minutes ago. Ker picked them up, and they stained her hand red as it rolled off of them. She didn't care, she was already covered in it, and the feeling of caring seemed to have disappeared from her.
The assassin took the feathers as she left, and she kept them, because for all the triumphs she had gained under him, she felt this was the one that matter most, for it was the one she gained under no ones rules but her own.
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Post by failinlove on Aug 4, 2014 12:28:27 GMT
  Annona is a child pps, and her sister Aviva, owned by FoxerOwl, is also a child pps, with a feather. <3
The little yellow kiamara was sitting in the grass, weaving together a long daisy chain, seemingly without an end. "V-Vi-Viva? C-Can I have a pret-tty fe-feather like yours t-too?" She took a break from her crafts, looking over at her older sister, Aviva. She had a feather, it wasn't anything special of course, it was on her tail,and was the same deep pink as her sister's mane, with yellow speckles. Wow..does this mean sissy's all grown up now? She has a feather, what do I do? She bit her lip softly, trying not to cry, and be a big baby about it; because she did do that quite often. She started thinking, trying to think of where she could get herself a feather. If it makes me like sissy..I mean, that sounds okay! She smiled, tying off the end to her flower chain and running past her sister back inside the house, already getting ideas.
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Post by punkstache on Aug 4, 2014 12:57:08 GMT
Marking <3
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Post by hedwig on Aug 4, 2014 13:03:45 GMT
Do you remember the day you lost it all...
It was cold. The rain was pouring down and it was so dark. I couldn't see anything. I was young, and right now all I knew was that it was the 6th anniversary of the day I had been stolen from my parents, and my "daddy" had been abusive. But today when I cried for my mother, whom I'd never see again, he snapped. He yelled, and threw things, he hit me, hard. I didn't know what to do. And then, I was stuck in a garbage bin. That's what my father said I was to him, trash. Luckily it was empty, but I was too small the reach the top. I cried out for what seemed like hours, but I slowly became exhausted and gave up. I just laid on the bottom, tired and numb to feelings. I guess at some point I fell asleep, I just remember waking up. I could see some light coming through the thin sides of the bin. That night I didn't sleep, I just laid and stared up at the top of the pin, imagining I was back out laying in the grass, next to my mother, looking at the stars lie we used to almost every night. Finally, the sun started rising. A few hours later I heard them, footsteps. Sure I had heard many sets of them while I was in here, but these were different, that had a sound of purpose, and they were growing louder.
Suddenly the lid was pulled off and the light spilled into the bin. I closed my eyes to the light, so I didn't see the face of whoever had scooped me up and held me tight. It wasn't until I heard the voice, that voice that only had been heard by the ears of a small child before she was taken away. "Hello my sweet child." I felt her cling to me tighter as she quickly ran off. I opened my eyes and saw we were in the woods. "Not much longer now my darling." The woman whispered. We soon reached a small wooden cabin. She opened the door and set me down. She held my chin up. "Look at how beautiful you've grown." She whispered. I looked right into her eyes, the eyes that had calmed me and loved me as a child. "Mum." I whispered. "My sweet Luna." She said as she stared to cry, puling me in close to hug me. "I've been looking for you for so long." I didn't care how, or why, but I was here now, safe from the abuse and fear.
She smiled down at me. "I've waited for this day for so long." She said, whipping a tear off her cheek. "Here." She said quietly, smiling a huge, happy smile. She handed me a feather, just like hers. "The stars themselves brought these here." She smiled. "Let it shine like the stars in your eyes."
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Post by Tori on Aug 4, 2014 13:07:21 GMT
The Day I Got My FeathersTotal is 428 words. Catobug held his plush tightly as he watched an event of some sort off in the distance. He knew what it was for: the Kiamara was of age and he was getting his feathers. He knew it meant that they were growing up, something Cato might never face in reality, only in his dreams. He wasn't sure that he even wanted to grow up: he had no responsibilities and it was sometimes fun to be doted upon. But he wondered how it was like to get a feather. It seemed like the key to adulthood... Perhaps it was. He remembers asking Summer Melody, his beloved adopted sister, about it. She told him that it was a wonderful feeling, but she barely remembered it because she was so young at the time. She apparently got it from her family. His only family was her, and he wondered why she hadn't given him a feather if she loved him so much. There was probably something else to it, but he knew he wanted to have his first feather from close family. Although self-discovery was an option, he felt like chasing a bird wasn't how he wanted to get it. He wanted to feel worthy, he wanted to deserve it. He was laying around all day to try and figure out a way to truly prove himself worthy of earning his feathers. He's always loved the feathers he's seen everyone wear, but has never heard from them how they earned there's. For the next couple of days, he still wasn't sure what to do to earn his feathers. He stayed at home, helping Summer out with the chores like he usually done, occasionally asking her questions about growing up. He sometimes contemplated whether to ask her or not because he didn't want to seem like he was hinting that he wanted a feather, but she didn't seem to notice. ' One day, I'll get my feathers... whether from Summer or not,' he thought, curled on his bed. He rolled over to his Catbug plush, lying there and looking as new as when he gotten in. ' It might be impossible for kiamaras like me, but maybe there would be a way that I can get rid of it. A feather is like a medal to me, and maybe when I feel confident enough after I have one, I can help out other Kiamaras who don't have their feathers... And are like me.' He had a small smile and completed his wish, that same wish he made every night, and hopefully, it'll come true.  by Claire; |
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Post by ijellybean on Aug 4, 2014 13:09:33 GMT
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Post by dominateone on Aug 4, 2014 13:18:37 GMT
Marking!
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Post by velocitey on Aug 4, 2014 13:47:01 GMT
The Day I Earned My Feathers.Today was the day I was going to earn my feathers. I didn't really have the strength or good enough accuracy to catch a bird. Since I was blind. My eyes had been completely shut since the day I was born, so I would just have to sense my way around. I was walking in the park, next to the fountain, and then I sensed something drifting away in the air. I reached my hand out and only felt a tip. It was a feather, but a large one at that. I started running after it, my senses spotting where it was. I kept running after them all over town, until the wind finally stopped blowing. I breathed in, sea air. This feather had lead me all the way to the beach. I picked up the feather, where my senses targeted they would be. I ran my hand across the feather, it was a large feather. But soft and nice. I smiled widely, this would be my permanent feather that would remind me of the park and beach, forever.
(185 words. For Contest A)
(Character used: Maryei. Owned by me.)
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Post by hiroko on Aug 4, 2014 13:55:08 GMT
Mmmark
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toast
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Post by toast on Aug 4, 2014 14:35:31 GMT
For competition A
Using the mascot (non owner)
It's a cold winter morning, snowing heavily and I'm walking through the park as I reach the road I notice a strange looking object next to the road it looks like a box. "What's that doing there?" I think to myself before deciding to see what it is, so I walk over the road to what I think is a cardboard box and when I get closer I see that it is, however, it has writing on the side in big black writing. "Take care of." Is what I read off the box and my heart skips a beat "is it a child?" I think in a pannic "I better check it out just incase..." Although I'm doubtful to check it out I do because if it is a child it could die without help in this cold weather. I take a few slow steps towards it before noticing it's not crushed, in this town it's strange to see a box that's not crushed or bashed in some way or another meaning that this box is nothing usual, it's special. Once I reach the box I bend down and slowly open the box curious to see the surprise awaiting me in the box, I froze when I saw what it was, "How could this be? No, I'm dreaming, this isn't possible." I stutter out loud to myself. "F-feathers..? Who would leave feathers here..." After I finish speaking I pick the feathers up by the string at the end and I hold them up, there are three, all different colours. Blue, purple and green "b-but who would leave such beautiful feathers here?" I still don't believe what's going on and so I look around and shout seeing if anyone is going to claim them. No answer. So I decide to take them until someone claims them, the blue and purple one I tie around the end of my tail and the green one I tie around my left wrist. After that I walk off, a few weeks passed and no one claimed them so I decided its time to stop looking. "What should I do with these then? Do I keep them... I mean, I don't have feathers and these are my favourite colours also they match my fur. Yes, I'll keep them, it's not like I'm stealing them from someone." I never regretted that day that I found that box and got my feathers, or the fact that I kept them. That's the story of how I got my feathers, simple but sweet.
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I'm a non-owner. Sorry!
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Post by rose on Aug 4, 2014 15:05:22 GMT
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Post by kibbcat on Aug 4, 2014 15:15:30 GMT
How does Izabel want to gain her feathers? this is written in her point of view
"Izy?" My momma said. I couldn't really see her, or tell where she was, but she was somewhere in the house and she sounded worried. She sounded worried, so I ran up the stairs and went to look for her.
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