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A young, female Morkko walked along a human path.

What was there to do in life, now that she had left her mother? She had asked her mother before she had left, and her mother had said,

"Go, find a mate, and have cubs. That is what female Morkko are for."

The Morkko had shook her head, and left. That is what every other female Morkko did. Why did she have to do it? How boring.
But now the Morkko was all alone, nothing to do. Maybe she should look for a mate.....
Rain started drizzling down, splattering onto the Morkko's black fur. She stopped walking when she heard a small rustling sound.
A small Puffadore raced out of a bush, crashing into the Morkko's leg, barreling backward.
The Puffadore jumped up with a growl, his teeth showing, but stopped when he saw the Morkko. A look of dread fell apon his face.

"Please don't kill me!" he yelped.

"Why would I kill you?" the Morkko asked, "all you did was bump into my leg...."

The Puffadore peaked out from behind his tail. "Oh. So you're not from the war." he sighed, and uncurled his tail.
"What war?" the Morkko asked.

The Puffadore let out a laugh. "What war? That's a good one!" he stopped when the Morkko still had a confused look. "You seriously don't know of the war?"

The Morkko shook her head.

"I'm Clamp."

"Uhh.... Echo...." the Morkko said.

"So, the news of the war haven't reached this far yet..." Clamp said, more to himself.

"I guess not.... tell me about it!" Echo sat on her hunches.

"Okay. So the Zolnixi, Vulnyx, Ligiria, Morkko, Puffadore, and a few Luffox are at war with the Faelora, Qitari, Griffi, Slyvorpa, Nephini, Nytekrie, and so are against the others. The Luffox and Morkko are kinda in both some are on one side some the other, thats why you never know..." Clamp scratched behind his ear.
"So why are they at war?" Echo asked.

"So the side the Zolnixi and Vulnyx and so on are on, is the Red side, and the others are the Blue. The Red want to take over the whole map, but the Blue are fighting so they dont. The Red want to wipe out the Blue species."

"Thats a dumb reason. Red gets one half, Blue gets the other." Echo shrugged.

"Well, it is not that simple. Red is to greedy." Clamp said.

"If I was gonna be in the war, I would be on the Blue side." Echo nodded.

"You could. Join the war, I mean. You're old enough, probably, and nice and strong, and fit." Clamp looked her over.

"Really?" Echo jumped up.

"Yup."

Finally, something to do!Though....

"Do I have to kill other Sylesti?"

Clamp paused. "Yes...."

"Oh well. Im doing it for a good cause!" Echo said cheerfully.

Thats how all the Morkko's are. Clamp thought.

"Could you take me to the war so I can join?" Echo asked Clamp.

"Well, you have to ask first, and then go through training. You can't just go right in not knowing anything." Clamp cocked his head.

"Oh well. LETS GO!"

-Two days later-

"Here we are." Clamp stopped in front of a large building. Many other Sylesti were marching, or walking around.

"Wow. Cool."

Echo got signed in, and went into training immediately.


-Two months later-

Echo hadn't seen Clamp for two months. But now, she was going into the war, finally.
Echo put on her gray helmet with horns coming out the top, and blue, glowing orbs.The rest of the armor was the same way. Gray plating with glowing, blue orbs over it.
Echo grinned her sharpened teeth as the leader yelled,

"Here we GO!"

They had been traveling in a box thing, and now the end was opening. It was loud. Roars and screams filled the air as armor clashed.
Echo charged out of the box, straight for a male Vulnyx, he turned his head, blood dripping from his teeth, and ran towards her also.

Pixelfairy~

icey
she came from a rich breeders farm ware they bred evreything from fritters and pies to puffadoors and lupra so they were a breeding farm/bakerybut they did not want icey nobuddy did so she was thuse abadned a kind old lady saw her and took her in the end

Is #4 reserved already? If not, I'm reserving it.

Anyone can write about the pets, and it doesn't matter if more then one person writes about the same pet. :)

I WANNA WRITE A STOOOORRRRYYYYYYYY!!!

WARNING: MAJOR SADNESS AT END (Me as author, I nearly cried writing this [or maybe I'm just a major crybaby ._.])

Chosen character: The majestic lighira

For Freedom

Really, what else was there to life than the dark, dank, damp, dripping cell scuttling with rats? This was the whole world to the lighira now. His once silky and shiny black pelt was dull, and clung to his ribs like leaves to a dead tree. His firey colored wings, once held in an elegant posture, drooped in the darkness. Yet the lighira knew he would never give up. What was beyond giving up? If he gave up, the menacing humans would make him like their other captives, preform tricks beyond their abilities. Make them beg for the tiniest morsel of food. No, the lighira decided. He'd rather starve to death in this blank cell than do all that. The tiniest of scratching was heard in the corner of the cell. The exhausted sylesti hauled himself to his feet, and padded towards the sound. Even if he was in a state like this, he still moved without a sound. The rat never saw it coming; the paw of the massive feline slamming down on it, taking away it's last breaths of life. The lighira consumed the rat in a gusto. He knew there wasn't much time before he left the world, but he'd leave the world with a little in his stomach, at least.

It was ironic, really. All those tales of the lucky sylesti who got chosen to go with a human counterpart to explore Sylestia. So this was luck, huh? The lighira's gaze wandered over the cell bars again, the bars etched into his memory by the years he'd spent in the cell. His thoughts were cut short by the sound of heavy boots descending down the stone stairs at the end of the hallway the cell was located in. The feline glanced across the hall into the other cell. The bones of a sylesti lay peacefully in a pile, yellow with age and gleaming in the dull light of the underground. The lighira sighed, he'd probably be peacefully dead too, when those boots reach his cage.

Seconds seemed to drag into hours as the boots came down the hall. Finally, they stopped. The lighira startled, surprised they weren't at his cell. A clanking of chains and a soft 'thud' was heard to his cell's left, followed by a short and surprised yelp, which then faded into quiet. Quivering, the large feline backed into the corner of his cell as the boots finally came to a stop outside his cell. Two eyes, bright green, stared back at the lighira. A gruff voice was heard.
"Get it out of there. We'll try training it again today," the voice was human. The lighira couldn't understand, but the word 'training' was seared into his mind. He was always called 'it'. Yet he had a name, and it was Xenothell. He gave a weak whimper as two humans entered his cell, holding the thick chain he'd come to know so well. He was too weak to resist as the humans looped the chain around his neck tightly - almost so tight it cut of his breath - and dragged him out of the cell. His body thumped along the ground as the humans pulled him along. His legs failed to function and his breath came in ragged gasps. The time was near, he knew. The time he left the world.

Xenothell blinked into the bright sunshine as he was dragged into a circle of sawdust and coughed as the sawdust headed up his nose. Immediately, he was rewarded with a lash, the whip biting deep into his thin black coat. Xenothell stayed silent, all means of rebellion gone as time had passed. More whips urged him to his feet, and he stumbled to the center of the ring. The mean humans poked him, causing him to fall over, then laughed, a dry, scratchy sound.

The humans finally left, and a new human emerged into the sawdust ring from another doorway to Xenothell's left. This human was new to this business; the lighira knew. He could see the human's knees knocking together in fear, as if the human thought Xenothell would pounce any moment. But he couldn't. He couldn't pounce. Not with this much energy left, no. Another human walked up behind the new one. This human Xenothell knew well. This was the human that first caught him, tortured him, and humiliated him.
"It won't bite!" The human's stony voice floated across the ring, and Xenothell knew it was directed at the new human. "Plus, if it does, we'll kill it." At these words, the new human seemed to be more confident. The feline had no idea what the older human had said, but it scared him. The new human walked up to Xenothell and glared him in the eyes. Timid, Xenothell looked away. The moment his eyes turned away from the human, a jerk came from the chain and Xenothell let out a cough again, stumbling forwards. The new human was now holding the chain. Xenothell felt the difference; the human's grip was less firm and tight than the other, older human's had been.

Suddenly, in a burst of unknown new energy, the lighira roared, but it was still a slightly scratchy sound. The young human dropped the chain, screamed, and ran towards the older human, who was watching from the side. As the old human called vigorously for backup, Xenothell stretched his wings out to feel the air. The fresh air on his wings filled him with the hunger for freedom. Without thinking, the lighira launched himself into the air. He wobbled, teetered, and tottered, like a toddler walking for the first time, but rose into the air steadily. A pang of hunger stung his stomach, and he lurched in the air. Still, he flew on. He rose up, up, higher than the walls around him, and headed outwards. Beneath him, other humans had arrived with black sticks pointed at him, making banging noises. A small projectile whizzed passed Xenothell's muzzle, skimming the tip of his nose. The pain blossomed like a flower, and he lurched again in the air. Know he knew; don't get hit by the small balls. Panicked, the lighira flew forwards. He put on a burst of speed, his weary wings protesting, but still carried his body over the walls. He could hear shouting behind him, he could feel his fear, he could feel his sharp pain of his wings. All of that was forgotten as the thought of freedom blossomed into Xenothell's mind. His wings now carried him with renewed energy; his body no longer aching with hunger. His eyes scanned his surroundings. From where he was, he could see endless ocean. But beyond that endless ocean, he could see the tiniest glimpse of land. Maybe he could make it, Xenothell thought.

Xenothell flew out, over the ocean. The ocean wind constantly nagged him, blowing him here and there. Yet he fought on, the idea of freedom fresh in his mind. He struggled against the wind, the smell of salt rising from beneath him. Occasionally, seagulls would attack him, as if they were saying, the air is ours! It is no place for a lighira! When that happened, Xenothell would wrap his wings around him and dive, falling down before snapping his wings open, gliding across the waves, leaving the seagulls dumbstruck behind him.

Days passed. The lighira felt the hunger again, felt the tire of his wings. The land he could see now, a land of flourishing and tranquil green right before his eyes. His eyes began to droop, and he fought to keep them open. His wings suddenly stopped functioning. What was it? A couple of miles from the shoreline? Xenothell tried to get his wings working in a panic, but they refused to obey him. Giving his last energy out in a roar of anguish, the feline plummeted downwards, towards the ocean. The ocean seemed to embrace him, pulling Xenothell into itself. Xenothell couldn't fight anymore; he'd given the chance of freedom his all. Now he was sinking, sinking. His lungs felt like they were about to burst, and they did. His eyes closed, and never opened again.

And so this is the tragic end of our story, the story about the lighira who wanted freedom, and lost his life for freedom. But this is a message to you all: Never give up. Maybe Xenothell didn't make it, but you can. As long as you believe in yourself, as Xenothell did.

(Alternative ending (Read this part if you want a somwhat happy ending. Stop reading if you want the original story!):
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The Zolnixi finished the story, and looked around at her group of friends. They were all sniffing into each other's fur, no question crying about the tragic end of Xenothell.
"Your stories are too good!" A small puffadore sobbed to the zolnixi. The zolnixi allowed herself a sad smile. No doubt, the whole forest would know about this story the moment her friends would start to gossip, telling the story, passing it down generation to generation.

Congratulations to Dragonrider1542 for winning this week's prize!

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