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Entry!
Name: Cricket2008
Pet Trying For: 2
Response: Prompt 2

Sitting at the edge of the clearing, Kita watched the butterflies. Usually she enjoyed chasing them, but today they didn’t interest her. She wanted something new to do. Lazily, her tufted tail flicked back and forth. Her striped purple fur rippled in the summer breeze. She fluffed her tiny blue wings then settled them back into place.

Something moved in the underbrush across the small glade. Kita’s green eyes narrowed, her ears twitched to catch any sight or sound of the intruder. A young girl walked out from under the trees and over to the single young sapling in the grassy clearing. It’s one of those humans, Kita thought. She’d heard stories about them. Some good, some bad. She wasn’t sure which ones were true. She crouched down, flattening herself to the ground. Kita lay very still, poised for flight, should the human see her.

Kita relaxed a bit when the human child busied herself with taking things out of the basket she carried. She spread out a blanket under the tree, then sat down on it. Kita watched as the child started unwrapping what she’d taken out of the basket. New smells drifted to Kita’s pink little nose. She almost bounded out of her hiding spot to go investigate. Kita quivered with curiosity, but stayed where she was. She watched the child begin to eat what she’d unwrapped, then pick up a book and start to read.

Kita watched. The child sat unaware, reading her book. After a while, the book was put aside and the child lay down on the blanket. Kita wondered what would happen next. She watched and waited. After a bit, the child continued to lie on the blanket. Kita could still smell something interesting and she wanted to know what it was. She flattened her little purple body to the ground and crept a few steps towards the child. Nothing moved. She crept a little further, leaving her shady hiding place behind. Slowly Kita slinked through the grass. Reaching the edge of the blanket, she sniffed the strange smells it harbored. She crept onto the blanket, keeping the basket between her and the prone child. Peering around the basket, she spotted the source of the smell that made her nose twitch. Sitting on the paper that it had been wrapped in was the other half of the child’s sandwich. To get to it, Kita would have to move within the reach of the child. This could be dangerous, Kita thought. If any of those bad stories she’d heard were true, she could be in big trouble if she were caught. Taking a deep breath, she crept closer until the next step would take her past the basket. She paused. No turning back now, she thought. She slowly crept closer, her muscles tensed, ready to flee at any sign of movement. Finally, she thought. Her nose was close enough to touch the wonderful smelling morsel. A few more inches and she gently took the sandwich in her teeth. She paused to see if she’d been noticed, then she tore off for the woods as fast as her little furry legs could carry her.

Reaching the trees, she dove under the first bush she came to. She glanced back to see if she’d been followed, the sandwich hanging haphazardly in her jaws. Nothing stirred on the blanket. Kita’s little heart pounded with the thrill of danger narrowly escaped. Wow, she thought to herself, that was fun! I like this new game. Kita took her well-earned prize and trotted happily into the woods.

Entry!
Name: Sadi Sidhe
Pet Trying For: 3
Response: ~*~ Prompt 4 ~*~
It's a stormy afternoon and along the edge of the garden in a window you see a comfortable scene, how do you react? What will you do?

He wasn't sure what had brought him to the large stone house at the edge of the garden. Perhaps it was the idea of shelter from the punishing winds that even now tossed his small form about as he tried to fly to the lee of the large stone structure. Perhaps it was the music, full of shrieks and wails and ominous howls. Perhaps it was the light, the laughter, the delicious smells that radiated from the house.
Perhaps it was the need, even for a creature such as he, not to be alone on this of all nights. When the veil between the worlds was at it's thinnest and things better not considered walked the night. All Hollows Eve.
He looked in the window, to where the humans were having a party. There where Whimsicals there too, mingling freely though they tended to gather around their chosen human or the food tables. He landed on a sheltered windowsill to observe, and to borrow a bit of their cheer and safety. Here the wind did not reach him, though it was still bitterly cold, and his small form shuddered, a small mewl escaping him. He curled up to conserve his body heat and watched the movement of the fantastically costumed humans within. He saw a unicorn dancing with a dragon, watched a wolf court a reluctant cop, and smiled as a rowdy game of tag broke out amongst Whimsicals of all types, bedecked in ribbons, bows, hats, and other bits of decoration. Lulled by the scene, and despite the cold, he fell into a light doze.
He awoke suddenly to a peal of thunder that set his heart racing. Lightning flashed, illuminating a hideous face leering at him from the other side of the now-dark window. He back-peddled, almost falling backwards over the edge of the windowsill. He would have taken flight, but even terrified he would not brave the pounding rain and unforgiving winds that his little nook sheltered him from.
He trembled, fluffed to his fullest and growling from the farthest corner of the ledge from the monster. He watched as it opened the window with a loud creak that could just barely be heard over the howling of the storm and the pounding of his heart. The thing reached for him, the drew it's hand back sharply as four long, red lines appeared in it. The monster... seemed to be swearing? He wasn't sure over the roar of the wind, but he could have sworn the creature was trying to talk to him!
Suddenly, it reached up, grabbing it's hair... revealing that it had been a mask, part of a Halloween costume. Beneath were the plain but friendly features of a young man. A currently very frustrated young man, by the sounds of it. Without the muffling effect of the mask, he could hear the human alternating between cursing and trying to entice him closer. Tentatively, for the little Whimsey had not survived by being overly trusting, he moved forwards. Inside the house, he knew, was warmth and food and safety. He had seem how happy the other Whimseys were. But it was also a whole new world, with new rules and expectations.
As the clock struck midnight on this special night, he crossed the barrier between the worlds where it was at it's thinnest, invited by a monster who wasn't to a world he could barely have dreamed of.

Entry!
Name: Sadi Sidhe
Pet Trying For: 4
Response: ~*~ Prompt 3 ~*~
Goodness gracious! There's a thing in your garden. A sleeping thing. Something you've never encountered here in the garden before. What do you do? How do you react? What happens if it wakes up?

The small Daemon kitten bounded through the snow, sending great plumes of it into the air. She was fully enjoying the new-fallen snow that had suddenly appeared overnight, like nothing she had ever seen before.
At first, she had been wary of the cold, wet stuff, but now she thought it was just about the best thing ever.
At the top of a bounding arc, she caught sight of something glittering in the snow and, shaking the clinging dampness from her wings, fluttered over to investigate.
Upon reaching the spot, she found some large, colorful creature with odd many-colored and many-textured fur that looked almost not to be a part of it. It's skin had what, in just about any creature, was an unhealthy bluish tinge. The bit of glitter had been from some odd, shiny purple stones attached to the creature's head. She wondered if it had been hit by the stones, and that was why it was laying in the snow. They certainly were unlike any rocks she had ever seen before.
Though unconscious, the thing seemed to still be alive. It's chest rose and fell fitfully, and every so often a leg or arm would twitch. She poked it with a paw, then her nose. When it groaned and moved it's arm towards her, she took flight, hovering out of it's reach. When no further movement was forthcoming, she grew concerned.
Whatever it was, it was dying. It would not last the rest of the day as it was. She circled it, finding what looked like a warm, rolled up skin attached to an odd hump next to the creature. With claws and teeth she freed it, only tearing it in a few placed. It was heavier than she expected, and she had trouble dragging it over the creature's large body. She dug the snow away from it's face, and curled up with it under the blanket, adding her small warmth. After a while it began to warm up under the blanket, and she feel in to deep sleep.
She awoke to find the creature sitting up and looking at her. It had the odd skin wrapped around itself, and a smaller one now kept her surprisingly warm. She lept up, hissing, only to tangle herself in the odd covering. The creature made an odd sound that she could have sworn meant amusement as it showed it's teeth in a non-threatening kind of way. She noticed, once the shock faded, that it's color was still poor, and it was shivering so had she could hear it's teeth rattle. Then it did something completely unexpected.
"Ah, little one. If only ye could show me the way out o' this blasted overgrown park, I might survive. I don't know how ye found me, nor why ye decided te aid me, but I'm afraid ye've only prolonged m'end."
She hissed, puffing up to nearly twice her size, though she was still small enough to fit in the creature's hand. "How do you talk? No other creatures talk." Unless... she had herd rumors of odd creatures called humans who, when a special bond was formed, could communicate freely with their bonded Whimseys. She had always discredited it as stories and fairy tales, but perhaps there was some truth to it after all.
"Ye can speak!" Though startled, the creature - human - did not move from it's spot of warmth. "Be I already dead then? Tis not how I pictured the hereafter. Or p'raps I be hallucinatin'. Mayhap I just think I be awake, and warm, and havin' a chat with the durndest little bit o' fluff I ever did see."
"I am not a 'bit o' fluff,' nor am I a figment of your addled imagination." she huffed.
"Well, pardon me. If you be true, and I be sane, then there is hope for me. Can ye show me the way out o' this here forest? Ye've warmed me up a bit, but I be loster 'n a goose flying north for the winter, and if I can't find my way out soon I'll be right back the way ye found me;"
Hearing the fear in the human's voice, she forgave it. "I can show you the way out. It's not too far, I think you can make it before night even. This way!" Excited now, she leapt into the air, hovering in front of him. When he stood, slowly and stiffly, she darted forward a few feet, showing him the way to the path.

As the light dimmed and night approached, they passed through the final bit of forest. She had never actually come out this far, or she would have known humans were more than bedtime stories. There was a house here, large and made of stone, and she could see people moving about inside it. She balked at the edge of the forest, afraid to leave her familiar home. The human got a few steps before, noticing her absence, he turned around.
"Ye're not comin'? Ye saved me! I know these people, they be good friends, they'll want to thank ye, too."
Suddenly speechless, she shook her head.
"Well, I won't force ye. I owe ye everything. Here." He took the purple stones from his head and attached them next to her ear. "To remember me by. When it's a wee bit warmer, I'll come find ye. Then I can thank ye proper. Until then." And with a last pat to her head, he turned and limped towards the stone house, calling out in his rough voice to the people within. With crys of joy, they burst forth to meet him, hugging him and herding him towards the warm hearth and a healing cup of tea.
As the kitten watched, he turned once, looking right at her, and smiled before being ushered inside.
When the weather turned, she would be waiting.

Entry!
Name: Kiwi Squirt Bottle
Pet Trying For: 1
Response:

Rain. Wet. Damp earth. It serves to remind her of... Something. A lost something, forever gone in the anals of her conscious but still lurking at the edges just out of recall. Making her way as unclumsily as possible through grass which tickled her underbelly in passing, Sidonie tried hard to keep her white coat white, but was failing miserably. Mud and bits of grass had already stained the fur of her feet, the murky brown and green serving to help blend her in with nature.

The torrent of sky-water had relented enough that the young whimsie had gathered enough edges of her frayed courage to venture out from the knocked over watering can she'd been hiding under to try and seek safer refuge elsewhere. Everytime the lightning crackled above, the metal can started to fair quiver with the electrical build up. The result had made her fur stand on end.

Having emerged from the watering aperatus, Sidonie had tracked forward, mud squelching up between the pads of her feet as the indentions made by her passing quickly filled with water seeping up from the ground. Ducking her head, the young Whimsie paused to stare in wonderment at the phenomenon, squeaking as a loud thunder clap broke her revire. If it was that close, that loud, surely it'd be on top of her soon!

Had the watering can been sturdier, and mayhaps not as riddled with holes as it had been, Sidonie's wings and undercoat wouldn't be soaked and bedraggled and flight up higher, where she could stop shivering, would have been more plausible. Maybe. Though had the watering can not been so hole-y, then it wouldn't have been forgotten in the garden for her to shelter under at all. Thank goodness for small miricles, was her only thought as with another clap of thunder to send her heart leaping towards her mouth for escape, her feet took enough sense of their own to run away, towards shelter.

Even now as she plodded forward, the rain began again in ernest. What had let up to a light drizzle had become a rain full of hardness and anger, each water dropplet like a bullet. It wouldn't've been so bad, she mused, if I wasn't so cursedly cold. Another shiver rippled over her body, eking out a brief bout of heat in the action of her muscles. To be fair, the water served more purpose than making her miserable; the mud that had begun to cake into her fur was being loosened and washed away.

A spot of light appeared in the dark gloom, and light usually meant warmth, and driness. Weary with her brief travels, from the watering can to the light, Sidonie's feet immediatly carried her towards it in hope. Nearing a window sat just behind an unsturdy looking bird bath, Sidonie shook herself long enough to clear enough water from her wings to use them to leap a little higher. Landing on the birdbath with clumsiness no one was around to see, she blinked to get used to the light as well as to clear the raindrops from her lashes.

Looking inside, the whimsie spied a young woman holding a glass tube-like apperatus, filled with chocolate milk, pungent smoke eminating from it as she sat atop a rug near the hearthside. If she's not careful said Sidonie to herself, she's going to burn the cocoa! The smile of the face of the human was one of happiness, though, and gave the little one pause.

Fire... is warm. And will dry me. Is not wet. Leaning closer, Sidonie paid no attention to the wobbling of the birdbath. I want... But the thought was never finished as she sent the bath toppling over. The crash was loud enough to bring a shout from the inside and it was then that she paused to wonder in her folly, hiding under the broken pieces of ceramic. What have I done?

Entry!
Name: KagomeHigurashi08 (Second Choice)
Pet Trying For: 4 (Storm)
Response: Prompt 4

KagomeHigurashi08 – Storm – Female - Argumentative

~*~ Prompt 4 ~*~

It's a stormy afternoon and along the edge of the garden in a window you see a comfortable scene, how do you react? What will you do?

Storm was huddled under a bush in the garden, doing her best to stay dry in the summer’s afternoon thunderstorm. The rain was pouring down hard and the bush offered her little protection from the elements. She looked around through the rain, to see if she could find a drying place to rest her head while she waited out the storm. She looked around but to no avail. The wind made it to where no place was safe for a small kitten to find comfort and stay dry.

The kitten made on last look around then has to squint through the rain as she saw a light. She crawled closer, wondering what it was but it was too far to see. Storm knew the only was to find out was to venture out of the bush and go towards the light, but that meant leaving the little comfort she had and walking out into the downpour. The kitten sighed and stood. She made a run for the light but stopped dead in her tracks about three feet away from a cottage house. She forced herself to be brave and jumped on the window sill. Inside was a warm fire burning with a girl sitting in an arm chair nearby.

Storm wanted in the house but was too afraid to enter the house now that she knew it was occupated. She was just about to leave when the girl in the cottage stood and turned around, looking straight out the window, spotting Storm on the window. Storm froze in fear and didn’t notice that the girl had exited the cottage and went around the house until Storn felt herself picked up and wrapped in a towl. She was so cold and the covering felt so good that Storm did not fight the girl as she brought Storm insides and dried the kitten off and placed blankets by the fire for Storm to lay on.

Storm finally looked at the girl and saw how drenched she was from venturing outside in the rain as the girl went into another room to change. The girl then went into the kitchen where she returned with a bowl of warm milk which she laid before Storm before going back to sit in the easy chair. Storm watched as the girl picked up a book and started to read before starting to lap at the milk.

As Storm finished the milk, she began to wonder about the girl who had come to her aid. The girl had given Storm the space she needed while at the same time taking care that Storm was warm, fed, and comfortable. Storm wondered what kind of person this girl must be but knew that the girl was good at heart and decided to accept the girl. Storm climbed up onto the chair and squeezed in between the girl and the book. The girl laughed and began to read the book out loud for Storm to hear.

Later that night, while the girl was making dinner, Storm hopped unto the table and announced, “Hi, my name is Storm, can I stay with you?” she asked taking a big risk in trust. The girl just smiled, “Hi there Storm, my name is Kazuyo. And of course you can stay with me. This is actually just a place I am renting. But you can return with me to my home in France if you want. I actually have another deamonkynd at home who I think you would get along with. His name is Daisu. But I have other whimsicals too who would just adore you as well. That is if you do not mind travelling back to France with me.” Kazuyo explained.

Storm was surprised that the girl knew about whimsicals but was glad and agreed to go to France with Kazuyo. She knew that the girl would be nice and kind to her and knew that she had picked a good human to place her trust in. She was sure that as long as she stuck with Kazuyo, she would have many good times and make new friends, maybe even find a person, like this Daisu, to fill her passion of arguing. Storm hopes so as she poutingly though secretly lovinging accept Kazuyo as her new owner.

Entry!
Name: KagomeHigurashi08 (Third Choice)
Pet Trying For: 1 (Angel)
Response: Prompt 2

KagomeHigurashi08 – Angel – Female - Angelic

~*~ Prompt 2 ~*~

You're small and alone. While you're used to this it's getting a bit boring. What do you do to spice up your life? How do you make it more exciting? How do you react when something scares you?

Angel was was playing alone in one area of the garden but was quickly getting bored with playing chase when the only person to chase was yourself. She wanted something more exciting to do than chase her pretty white tail but there was no one to play with. Angel sighed and looked around for something more intertaining to do. As she was looking around she noticed someone had left a bright rainbow colored ball laying in the garden. Angel happily began to bat around the ball with her paws.

She tossed up the ball with her tail and was about to jump and headbutt it when a hand out of no where grabs the ball in midair. Angel looked up startled to see a human girl holding the ball. The girl was so much larger than Angel but Angel could tell she was small for a human. Angel was scared because she didn’t know how to react to this towering figure above her. Angel decides to try and make the best of the situation she can and jumps for the ball trying to engage the girl in playing ball with her.

The girl smiles and tosses the ball for Angel to fetch and laughs as Angel promptly brings the ball back to her to throw again as the red feathers flap in the wind. This goes on for a few hours and the girl finally says, “That was fun. I’m Kazuyo, by the way.” Telling the white puppy a little about herself to the point where Angel is completely comfortable with Kazuyo and starts talking to her. “My name is Angel. Will you come play again with me?” she asked in a hopeful voice.

Kazuyo looks at Angel then asks, “You are all alone here?” Angel nodded. “Yeah, I am always playing here alone. It gets really boring and there is no one to play with or hang out with. Or even talk to.” she added as she stretched and lay down in the grass beside where Kazuyo was sitting.

Kazuyo smiled, “Well, you could come home with me. I have this sidhekynd named Yuri, who loves to play and she would love to have another playmate. But I live in France and it takes a while to get there. It is a long ways from here and you would have to leave the garden.” Kazuyo explained. Angel looked at her excitedly. “You mean I could really come home with you!?” and as Kazuyo nodded Angel jumped in the air and flew around in happy little circles. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she said excitedly and Kazuyo was happy to welcome a new whimsical into her home and family.

Entry!
Name: RaiMidori
Pet Trying For: 3
Response:
It's a stormy afternoon and along the edge of the garden in a window you see a comfortable scene, how do you react? What will you do?

Melancholy eyes looked up, traced the sky’s folds. The clouds that roiled and brewed made ominous shapes, like the hands of gods. The obelisks rose in their greying natures and struck down their hammers, and the thunder that ensued was deafening. In one corner of the sky, the glow of red embers could be seen, a place where the destruction had not tainted. It touched the edge of the world like a fragile flame, and he reached out to it with one paw in desire.

He had been out here for quite a long while, but there was no one to blame. They had all told him what horrendous things would go on outside the forest, yet he still found it in himself to discover what lay in wait. What he found: metallic, fast moving objects that blinded his eyes. Tall, two legged humans that strode on as if he did not exist. And smog that rose from factories in the distance, curling like serpentine curses, leaving a bad taste in his mouth. He pawed at the grass gently before peering into the glass, feeling his heart wonder if what he saw was the truth.

Two everkynd, poised picturesquely by the fire. A human stroked one lovingly, and its tail fell from their chair and swung like a pendulum. The other yawned contentedly and rested its head on the ground, its beautiful pelt shining with the outreaching light. The brick that supported the window was hard on his chest, but he stayed put, watching in fascination- the world he had longed to find. He pressed his nose to the glass, breathing warm, clouded circles onto it. This was the world he had wanted. This was the world he needed.

But as the lady turned her head, caught his eye, he felt his heart stop. Out of habit, he fluttered his damp wings weakly before dropping from view, hoping she would chalk it down as an illusion. Though with his cardinal red fur, he doubted it would happen. He flicked his tail in mock annoyance behind him, brought his gaze to the sky again.

If only there was a world up there, a world that he could fly up to. He’d spend his days in bliss- no one would judge him, no one would hate him, and there would be nothing short of beautiful for him to frown at. He was full of spite, and he knew that. Why he had to be such a pessimist eluded him, though it was the reason he was avoided with most caution- he hurt people. He hurt friends, he hurt companions; if he had a family to hurt, he’d probably hurt them, too.

It was in that way that he was secretly glad he didn’t have a mother or father, or else that they had died somewhere. He didn’t know what he’d do if he made his mother cry.

The creak of the doorway edged into his thoughts. The lady poked her head from behind it, just around the corner. He distantly realized that she was rather pretty, wondered what he name was. She called something he couldn’t recognize, and he felt his fur bristle.

Not here, not now.

He would do well not to hurt anyone any further. Not until he learned how he could become someone who knew how to love. So with that, he fell into a running start, his form sleek and agile, even against the fierce gale that foretold of further chaos. His onyx wings shook free of their water and caught the air above him with a snap, lifting him into the air, his body curling up from the inertia. He didn’t look back as he flew away, the fastest his small body had ever carried him.

The world whizzed by in a daze; light, dark, shadow, flare. All he felt was the pounding of his heart in his ears, though there was no regret pulling him back.

When he at last tired, he was on the edge of a babbling brook, and large metal frames rose from each side of him. It was a pity that the humans thought it necessary to mar such a pristine landscape, but from the wires that ran from the tops of these monuments, he decided that it was probably necessary. It was something they wanted, these towers.

What did he want?

He patted towards the creek.

His reflection lay askew in the gurgling water, his face twisted, his body unrecognizable. Still, he leaned in, squinting, until the water brushed his nose, making him yelp. He lept back from the bank in astonishment, then, almost as an afterthought, looked up from his place.

The storm was retreating. And where the tired grey used to be, the last orange of the sunset hue still painted the empyrean, like the fire had caught on to the wind and spread itself in a blur of heat across the land. He lifted his paw again, out of habit. Its blue fur was dark against the brilliant light of the coming night, but it shone with a pure azure, bluer than any blue he had ever seen.

He smiled to himself. It was a strange feeling on his face, awkward, but it warmed his heart. He knew, he knew- he would have to smile more often from now on.

It wasn’t a bad thing.

And he knew what he wanted. He wanted that world- full of warmth, full of love, full of everything he had ever wanted, but could never give. And it was there waiting for him, for the day he learned how to return it.

He picked himself up, gazed at the sky- it didn’t look foreboding, it didn’t look like it had lost hope.

And it didn’t look so far away, anymore.

Okay! We have read, pondered, and made some choices!

The Flatsale winners are as follows ~

1. Kesmi
2. ChibiNature
3. HerRoyalMajesty for HuzzBuzz
4. Sadi Sidhe

Congrats to the winners! It was VERY close and I enjoyed a great many of the entries.

Winners please fill out and PM the following form to me ~

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