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Username: ~Spazzy_the_Wolfie~
Number of Soquili owned: 1~ 1 solely owned Soquili, along with two co-owned. :3
Who will take care of this basket: Soleil will, since he already has a little experience. <3 As a foal, he found little Samebito and rescued him, resulting in a sort of father-figure/friend relationship between the two.
Fetish Entry:

"It'll be a little filly with the same eye color as it's mother, I think?" The young stallion declared with a look of thought over his face as he gazed down at the basket before him, dark silver brows knitted in thought. Exhaling a short breath through his nostrils, he turned his eyes up to look at the wicker basket's awaiting parents, the two watching him curiously, eager to hear what his thoughts were.. Though, along with that, there was also the ever-present caution from the mother and father that could certainly be felt in the air. Giving a blink and a slight shake of his head, Soleil returned his attention to the task at hand: determining what this little basket would come out looking like!

"Mmm.. Her hooves will be the same dark black as her parents... But her mane will be similar to her father's, short in length, the same color and everything. But! But, at the tips, the light purple will continue on to Mother Aiane's red." Sol' raised his muzzle for a moment, flashing a polite smile at the waiting mother before looking back down. He eyed what he hadn't assessed yet: the main 'body' of the basket. "Huh." He muttered out, inspecting the multi-colored basket and letting out a huff.

"I think she's going to have the same pelt color as your own, along with that marking wrapping around that belly and back of yours.. Same color and everythin'!" Sol' started to say, motioning to Daddy Livius before continuing on, "But I can see her with no other marking besides the one. Oh! I think, like her mother, she'll have gradient fetlocks, light blue at the bottom, then her mother's dark blue, then into her father's main coloring." Giving a nod of his head, the stallion smiled at the parents before nudging the little one gently with a front hoof. The basket suddenly jerked, bumping closer towards the near hoof. Tilting his head to the side, blue eyes pinned on the basket, he gave a small grin. "And she'll be quite the affectionate little filly."

Username: Khryssie
Number of Soquili owned: 4- all shown in my sig. <3
Who will take care of this basket: My girl Djamila. She's got a bit of "empty nest" going on, so she'd love a basket/foal to take care of. <33

Fetish Entry: With a mixture of excitement and eagerness, Djamila looked at the basket. It sat on the ground in front of her, like her own three had. It didn't move much, nor did it visibly show any signs of life. Except for the occasional, sporadic wiggle. Djamila had raised three baskets from birth to strong sons worthy of a mother's pride. She remembered her three sons fondly; at their youngest, they were precious. As they grew, they had become slightly difficult to keep in line. But now, as adults, they were handsome and Djamila could burst with the pride she felt for them.

But they were gone, off to start their own lives. The mare lowered her head to gently nuzzle the basket, sending it warm thoughts of love, happiness, and acceptance. Djamila was lonely, living on her own, especially after such a long time with her boys' loud, loving company. But now she had this wonderful basket to care for, to lavish with love and attention! Djamila secretly hoped it was a little girl.

When the basket's parents came to visit, Djamila planned to tell them all about the activity and progress. Progress was a term used lightly, though. There wasn't much a basket could really... do. But she was eager to share with them her thoughts on it!

"She's been doing well!" Djamila exclaimed with a wide grin. "Oh, yes, silly me. I think it will be a sweet little filly, but we'll see, right? Don't ask me how I know its a girl! I just do," she declared with an amused snort and light toss of her long mane, the beads by her ear clicking with a happy sound. Djamila inspected Livius and Aiane careful, then made a sound low in her throat like confirmation. "Right, right," she mumbled and reached down to nuzzle the edge of the basket tenderly. "You'll look like both your Mom and Dad, definitely. You'll have his coloring, that saturated gray-blue. Mmmmhm. You legs will fade from that color, to purple, to almost-black. Also like your Dad!" Djamila shot Livius a proud look, unable to express her gratitude and happiness with words.

"But from your Mom, you'll take those gorgeous markings. A bit of red, I think. Definitely red. See the markings, by her eye?" Djamila asked the growing foal inside, not even expecting a response. "You'll have those, and you'll be beautiful- just like her. Your hair will be long and lustrous, a deep and dark purple-black mixture, a lot like Dad's." Djamila paused, as if considering how to put her next, and final, though as to the filly's appearance. Djamila turned her gaze to Aiane, meeting the mare's icy blue eyes. So bright, so expressive. "Your eyes will be just the right shade to match your mother's. You'll share her beauty, and you'll be just perfect," the surrogate-mother mare finished as her voice dropped off to near a whisper. She nuzzled the basket tenderly, conveying her love.

"Just perfect."

Username: magnadearel
Number of Soquili owned: 0
Who will take care of this basket: I suppose it will have to be me.
Fetish Entry:
Carefully examine the basket and you will note dear parents that the little filly shall have hair like her mother's. She will sport her father's grey coat inter-spaced with stripes. What do the stripes look like you ask? Well they shall be half purple like the father's and half dark blue like the mother's body. Sparkling blue eyes reminds one of the blue summer sky just after rains have passed and everything has been refreshed. Across her rump is a white marking much like her mother's below her eye. And finally around one front hoof is wrapping such that her father has.

She loves stories, can't you tell? Watch how the basket wiggles when you tell it stories. *Wiggle Wiggle* Besides listening to stories her favorite past time is playing and exploring. She much prefers to have company to play with, siblings or otherwise.

Username: dracoXK
Number of Soquili owned: 5
Who will take care of this basket: Mewtwo!
Fetish Entry:

“Proud… that’s what she will be.” Mewtwo spoke to the basket as well as the parents, “female. I can see the blue piercing eyes that will make others quiver under her stare. Dark mane with red woven through will fall long and keep her eyes, a weapon of her own, covered. Her tail will be held up, like her head, with pride. With ever step of her dark hooves she will walk with kindness and power. The purple streaks on her dark body will hide the powerful muscles that lie under there. When bullies pick on her they will not know what hit them. Her face will look like yours, Livius, light coat with a smile that will charm people.”

Mewtwo studied the basket again, “Yes proud. I can see her now. Always holding her head up high and trying to take care of those who cannot. She will be kind to all unless provoked. Fights might fallow her as she campaigns to help others. Mostly this will not bother her, not till she is older and ready to settle down. Even when she is mated and has foals of her own she will take everyone under her wing, every young that she finds she will take care of until she can find their parents, or until they can take care of themselves. She will be a leader and I can help her with that. But I feel that her and I will have some differences as her pride will hinder her letting me help her to much. It will happen, and she will grow into an independent mare, full of pride in herself and her family.”

Username: iGotGreen
Number of Soquili owned: 1 Angeni Mare
Who will take care of this basket: Nokomis
Fetish Entry: Wander, wander, wander. Something the large angeni had become fond of doing lately. She loved venturing far and wide to see new territories and enjoying different sights. Water, forests, mountains and so on. It was on this faithful day that she had come across a new area, it was beautiful! The flowers in this clearing were lavished with pinks and purples of a early spring. The beauty of it all bewildered the mare to a stuttered landing, her wings like a sunset folded to her sides and relaxed.

In the center of this clearing was a basket, the basket was equally as beautiful as the surrounding area it sat in. It was at this point that Noko had really noticed the grass, it was the softest her hooves had ever felt, the greenest she'd ever seen. She bent slowly, eye's glued to the basket as she took a light nibble at the fine greenery. Her ears swiveled a moment as she heard a couple of others nearby. "The parents?" She mumbled lightly, the basket wiggled lightly and gave her the answer as to why it was all alone here.

She lifted her head and smiled sweetly. "Oh such beauty, I imagine you'd be a boy..." She said lightly, her voice slow and sure. "I bet your body will be a pale purple, complimenting these flowers here perfectly!" She began to ignore the other Soquili nearby and focused on the basket, it had wiggled a little more, she stared at it more intently with each wiggle. Curiosity burned in her mind, she began wondering more and more then closed her eye's.

You will have that purple pelt, smooth as each piece of grass and purple as the flowers. Eye's, bright like the jewel on this basket, twinkling with the ambition of growing up and learning. The red would be a special pair of stripes on each fore leg and on the tip of his tail. The darker purples would be the tips of his mane and tail, while the darker blue at the base made up the larger portion of the mane and tail.

Her imagination was driven wild by the simple, but wonderfully eye catching colors of the basket, she just couldn't help it and she dare not stop. Happy as a clam she became lost in these thoughts and produced an image into her mind. "Simply wonderful, beautiful. So absolutely true and exciting." She had met a foal and pictured this one would be the same, a chipper, young male seeking help and loving every minute of it, a large grin on his face.

"Oh how it'd be wonderful so such a thing again..." She said wishfully.

Username: JadedTiger22
Number of Soquili owned: 3
Who will take care of this basket: Carthage - Definitely not the fatherly type, but he's changed since love (Sita) wormed her way into his heart. Instead of looking for innocent soquili to draw down into the lake's depths, he's wanting to prove himself as a good being to Sita.
Fetish Entry: Carthage would not doubt have heard about this situation from either Barca (his turtle) or Sita (his love interest) and seeing how Barca could stand no other soquili, it was probaby the latter of the two. He would greet the two parents with a lower head and refuse to meet their gaze. He'd be polite, ask why they cared to offer their child to a complete stranger, and try to avoid the subject of his past. The basket would be of great interest to him, seeing how it looks like the murky depths he prefers over the land his beloved has to dwell on. The basket's slight red threads would bring back memories of excitement (the kill!) and yet remind him that he would need to forget about such things if he wanted Sita around. So when asked what he though the young one would look like, he pondered awhile before flipping his bangs from his eyes.

"She'll look like you, her father. Dark mane, light head with darker shoulders and frame. Her underbelly will be light as her head. Her eyes however, will gleam the brightest blue like her mother's. Those bloody lockes are likely to appear as well. She will be a meager beauty, and this is what will keep her safe in times such as these."