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Owner of First Parent: Yushika
First Parent's Name: Benvolio Paris
First Parent's Image: Paris
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Owner of Second Parent: RockerWolfie1616
Second Parent's Name: Vidar
Second Parent's Image: Vidar
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Owner of Child: Yushika

Gift to Child: A dragon toy made by Vidar~
RP Response: (( It is long because Wolfie and I role-played it <3 We spent a lot of time, so sorry it's reallllly long! Finally finished! ))


Dammit all to hell, the heat was threatening his very existence. Who would have thought a simple date with Vidar would end up with him nearly melting into the sidewalk, contemplating his last words? What would he say? "I love you" was cheesy, yet romantic, fitting Paris' personality. Maybe he'd go with something funny, lighten the mood a bit. Or perhaps something dramatic? They all seemed good candidates, perhaps something funny so Vidar wouldn't cry so much. Damn. Way to ruin a date, dying on the sidewalk over heat stroke.

Hmm. During his pondering he barely noticed movement to the right, to busy on both identifying what his last words should be and if he should keep walking so close to Vidar. He enjoyed it, but the added heat was probably a bad idea. Anyway, how the hell was the orange haired male not burning up? He was wearing armor! It didn't make sense. Maybe the armor had air conditioning? Yes. He should jack Vidar's armor... No. He rather die then his sexy mate. Well, blast it all. They could enter a shop but all that was around were shops aimed at women, and to hell was he entering them for any reason, death be damn.

"Please... stop..." Eh? His eyes flicked over, stopping and using his tail to flick across Vidar's chest, stopping him as well. Eh?! What he saw horrified him, a small child sobbing as bigger, stronger, and better groomed children laughed, a few occasionally throwing stones at the child. It was apparent they were teasing the child, but... why? Shoving past both his mate and his mental ramblings about heat, his paw swiping out and knocking a child over, glaring as the group swerved around to look at him.

"What the hell is wrong with you? They can't even defend themselves against the lot of you!"

Hot hot hot. He could barely breathe, his armor felt bulky plus it added heat. Still Vidar could not be happier.....being out with his love, his mate and, precious one. The heat might have made him woozy but, ..whoa wait. A sudden brush of Paris's tail against his chest and, voices drew the orange haired males attention, his thoughts dropped off..his brain fizzled at the sight of the crying ragged child.

Hurt. Those bigger children were hurting that sweet little fluffy boy and, it made the mostly happy quiet Vidar's blood boil. "Paris..make them go away!" Growling out the words the bristling fox darted forward to curl around the poor little...thing..no not thing boy, child, baby. "Shh...it's alright..shhh..you can come home with me and, Paris will make those mean bigger kids go away..you are safe now." Crooning softly Vidar hoped to soothe and, ease the little ones pain..his fear while Paris dealt with the naughty children that had dared harm such a poor little Baby.

Ah, good. Vidar and him were on the same page. Watching the boy become swept up in his mates arms he turned to the group of brats, tail lashing back and forth violently.

"You better scatter before I find each of your parents and let them know what you've done. Can't be to hard, there aren't that many houses nearby, pretty sure your parents live in one just round the corner, nyeh?" His eyes watched the children's faces turn from annoyed to frightened, rushing off in separate directions. His expression softened, turning to the boy that was currently struggling, and hard from Vidar.

The boy was scrawny, to scrawny. His small, boyish face had cuts and bruises, squirming out of Vidar's arms, darting ahead, and yelping in fright when he bumped straight into Paris, backing away and into the buildings wall, ears flipped back. The runt's eyes flicked back and forth, staring straight at the building across from the street, and intently.

Before he could stop it Vidar felt a whine leave his lips, a very child like noise of disappointment at losing the poor little male. Darn he seemed to be a slippery little thing!

Sensing and, seeing the fear..the tension he settled right there on the ground, bottom flat to the hot pavement/sidewalk, eyes warm and welcoming. "It's okay...we won't harm you..would you like a treat?" With his typical sunny smile Vidar peeked into the little bag he had been carrying, tugging out a piece of brightly wrapped candy which he offered with a open palm to the boy.

"Here...it's alright.." Maybe, just maybe if he could get the boy close..he could pet him and, clean his wounds up a little..or try and get him to talk. He just looked so pitiful..Vidar wanted the boy..he wanted to snuggle him...to clean him up and, feed him till he looked like other well cared for children did.

The child took one look at Vidar, one hard look, and then looked back at the building he had been previously staring at. Though, the sweet seemed rather tempting, glancing over, inching closer, and suddenly gripping the candy between his teeth and bolting for the building, running head first into the door, and knocked back onto the ground.

However, the impact seemed to notify whomever was inside, a older female noodle peeking her head out of the door, scowling, and shooing the boy inside with a firm pat on the back, glancing up to see Vidar and Paris. The boy poked his head out of the door, eyed the two, and yelled from where he was:

"You should adopt someone from here." Before once more darting inside. The sound of children bickering, playing, and generally making noise could be heard until the door was closed firmly.

Paris turned to Vidar, stared at him, and then narrowed his eyes. "Candy? You've been holding out on me, Vi."

Vidar could feel his eyes rolling, too distracted by the sight of the cute little male darting away..what was that building? An orphanage? Adopt..that's what the little male had said..everything slowly clicked into place and, without a word to Paris he scampered towards the door of the orphanage. "Hello? I'd like to adopt someoen from here..my mate and, I would." Okay so he had just spoken for Paris but, Vidar
had been wanting a child..though having their own felt like a lot right now, maybe adopting one..would boost their confidence and, maybe..just maybe it could lead them towards having their own children in the near future.
The thought sent a wave of nervous, happy butterflies through the orange haired males stomach. Babies, children..a child of their own to love..to cherish and care for. It felt so right. Settling down at last and, stopping their sort of random lifestyle..a child would help bring them together he thought. Plus that little boy had struck a chord in Vidar's heart, he would not leave without the kit. "Paris..c-can we..please?" Turning from the entrance of the building he let his eyes get all soft, sad and puppy dog in appearance. Few could say no to him when he pulled such a face complete with a trembling lip and, shimmering teary eyes. "I-i won't go home without him! Wouldn't..you like to have a child..all our own?"

Now, when Vidar ran off and asked for a child Paris almost fainted. Of course he wanted kids, but he wanted to at least prepare a bit! Adopting a kid? Hell, Paris loved kids, he really did, and a child with Vidar.... That would be perfect. His eyes drifted to the orphanage, head shaking despite his own urges. Softly, he put his paw on his mates shoulder, leaning in.

"Vidar, I want a child with you, adopted or not. I want a family, I want us to have a kid. But, first, we haven't even made a room yet or bought toys, or even bought a bed. I want a child, Vidar, but how about we make their room and buy the necessary toys first before we do?"

He had almost fought..almost but, instead Vidar had nodded and, agreed to set up a room though he rushed to do it. Fussing over the smallest things..being sure there were tons of toys and, a nice comfy bed for their future child.

After cleaning a bit more..they just had to get ready for Christmas..that was when Vidar wanted to go pick up the cute little male. No other child would do! Already he had stocked their cabinets with food and, some little treats that kits liked. Today today! Just as the first snow fell outside, Vidar bounced by the door, waiting for Paris. "Hurry! Let's go get him! Please please Paris I can't wait any longer!"

There was a point where Paris wondered just how excited his mate could get without exploding. Sure, he was excited beyond belief, but Paris had a way of showing it that wasn't bouncing off the walls like a crazy person. Either way, it was adorable, his paw reaching out to stroke Vidar's hair/

"Yes yes, lets go."

He had spent weeks preparing, buying books and supplies to teach the child with, watching movies on parenting and attending classes. Now finally today was the day. Throwing his jacket on, he handed Vidar his own jacket and took his hand, heading out the door.

When they arrived at the orphanage he led his mate into the building, guiding him past the desk and out to the room where playing children were. "I will talk to the head of the orphanage, alright? Can you find the boy?"

He walked off, briefly once glancing back as if to look for the child himself, not having such luck, and once more returning to his previous goal.

Beaming in a way that would make the sun jealous Vidar nodded and, darted through the freshly falling snow too excited to do or say much when they finally arrived.

With a quick shake off he made his way about the room, having only half heard Paris in his excitement. He had to find that boy..that cute little ball of fluff..the one he would take home and, love forever and ever.

After some time looking with little luck a pouting Vidar plopped down, petting the kits that moved over begging for attention. Well..maybe they could take home another child. No it just felt wrong! He had to find that boy!

And there he was. Pressing into the corner of the room with a book and only a book, his eyes flicked across the page, looking up only once when a child tried to throw themselves on him. He turned a bright pink, mouth opening and closing, the act of stuttering could be seen from where Vidar was. The other child seemed put off, walking away in a few seconds flat, and leaving the boy to turn back to his book, biting his bottom lip.

Blinking Vidar's eyes flickered over and, yes..he had spotted him! The boy..that cute little fluffy kit that had been in his head for so long. Okay..that may have sounded dramatic..but, he hadn't always been the most adult or patient noodle in the world. Age after all happened to just be a number.

Curious about the seemingly shy boy all buried in his book the gray male moved back to his feet and, carefully moved towards him. "Hello little one, it's nice to see you again..Paris will be here soon but, before that happens..what are you reading?" Trying to be gentle despite the happy fluttering joy he felt at finding him, the kit he had wished to bring home, Vidar resisted his urges. Like the urge to bounce about, the urge to snuggle and, pet the cute male until he looked happier.

Frightened eyes looked up, ears flicking back. Oh. Oh! Those people from before.... Briefly he glanced at his book, then up at the male

"The Best Guide On How To Make Friends." He whispered back, looking down at the ground. What was he supposed to do? This man had returned to speak to him.... was he thinking... N-No... They'd never... he wasn't as outgoing as the others nearby.

"I-I... It's a hard book to read...." Fluffy cheeks turned red, he covered his face with the book to hide from Vidar.

A guide on how to make friends? Small frown forming and, brows furrowing Vidar thought the males words over, did he not have friends? Could he not read well? One thing seemed pretty obvious..the boy had such little confidence..he looked as if he would bolt given the chance. Like he thought of himself as less. So without a thought Vidar blurted out what he had been wanting to say all along. "I am taking you home with me..with us! You will be my son and, you will have your own room and tons of nice books to read..I can help you read." Smiling happily, in his usual bright way Vidar leaned down closer, whispering softly. "Can I tell you a secret?"

The blurt made him jump, lowering the book when the man spoke. T-Take him home? Why? Why him? Why would he possibly want him? However, when he spoke his eyes widened, nearly dropping his book.

"R-Really? M-Me?" He didn't know what to say, or even what to do.... He was.... he was going to have a...a home! As the other promised books he barely listened. That didn't matter because having a family was better then any books! As the man leaned in he looked up, blinking. "W-What?"

Chuckling softly Vidar nodded and, peeked around..pretending to make sure others weren't near to hear what he said to the kit. "I have something..something magic that will make you super brave..would you like it?" Eyes filled with love and, a sparkle of something..possibly mischief, he hoped Paris had been held up long enough for them to have this moment together. This tiny moment to bond..to bring some kind of light to those sweet eyes. Oh how he longed to take the little male home! Soon soon. First he had to give his soon to be son something special. After all..everyone deserved a Christmas present.

"Special? His eyes widened, sitting up more. A present? For him? His own present? He dropped his book now, looking at this man.... this man who would be his new daddy. When he looked about he did so as well, wondering if this was a secret that he had to protect. He could! He was good at secrets! The very best at secrets! The bestest!
Nodding his head again, Vidar turned, and slipped his paw into the small bag he usually carried when he went out. The 'brave' present happened to be a small stuffed toy..one Vidar had made with his own two 'hands'. It had been worth it..especially now that he could use it and, possibly lift the sweet, shy kits spirits.

"Alright..here it is...a mighty dragon! Brave and, strong..but, not all are mean like the stories say..in fact some are wonderfully kind..and some..turn into stuffed toys to help make their owners brave. This ones just for you.." Beaming Vidar offered the soft stuffed toy to /his / child..where had Paris gone off to? "Just keep it safe..and, you'll always be brave..how about we go find your daddy hm? Paaarriisss!"

His eyes widened, arms reaching out and accepting the present. This.... he... he would make him strong! When the man began to yell he just started to cry happily, staring at the dragon. This was the best thing he had ever received. He... it... he loved Sir.Dragon! When the man looked away he touched his paw, allowing his paw to hold the mans, and looked up at him.

"Thank you." He whimpered between little sniffles, then turning to look when a horned man entered the room.

"Whoa whoa." Paris laughed lightly when kids came over to him. They were cute, but they weren't the little boy he was seeking. Ah! Vidar and the little boy were in the corner... Oh.. Wait! "Vidar! You made him cry!" Horrified, he approached the boy, lifted him up, and tilted his head when the boy snuggled into him, holding a little dragon toy close to him.

Looking over at Vidar, a large smile came upon Paris' face, leaning in and kissing his mate. "Everything is approved. We can be a family now." He whispered happily, smiling when the kit yawned where he was.

Pausing for a second, he blinked. "Wait. Where did you get that toy?" The kit just looked at Vidar and grinned happily, snuggling Sir.Dragon harder.

I seek a child of my own!

Owner of Parent: xXSakura_ForeverXx
Parent's Name: Roka
Parent's Image: Image
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Owner of Child: xXSakura_ForeverXx

Gift to Child: One of his drumsticks
RP Response:

Christmas was by no means a grand celebration in Roka’s household. His father tried to make it lively, but often failed, and his aunt was too reserved and stoic to ever want to “get in the holiday spirit.” After three years of Christmases, you would think something would change.

Approaching a fourth year of a weak attempt at a festive holiday, Roka couldn't stand to be there. He left the home as his father wasted his effort trying to decorate the..well, everything. He honestly had thought by this point he would have his own family, with a beautiful mate that was all his own, sharing what would actually be a bright and joyous Christmas. Roka believed he would have that for a while, but he hasn’t seen his old mate in years. All his time blends together anymore, only marked by certain events that others make a big deal out of.

He sighed and kicked a rock. This was not him. He was a quiet kid, always was, but that was only because he had a rhythm all his own. Where had that gone? He slipped on his headphones in hope of regaining that beat that was distinctly his. The melody washed over him, calming those mental jitters in no time. He smiled halfway as he felt even the drumsticks tucked into his collar resonate in him with their own symphony.

Roka pulled one out, tapping it on different objects as he walked along a path. He didn’t know where he was going, and he really wasn’t sure he cared. As long as it wasn’t toward home. Moving one headphone off of his ear, he noted the sound of wood against a pebble, and then he compared it to the vibrations of the drumstick on a large, thicker rock. This. This was what he was missing. He grinned and stopped moving, waiting for the music in his ears to pick up, tail hitting the dirt in its own song, complementary to the one emanating from his headphones. He twirled the stick patiently, banging it on a tree trunk as the music swelled.

“Yes!” he shouted in ecstasy. Music worked for him, and he had finally found it again. He rediscovered himself, and it wasn’t as hard as he had anticipated it to be. And maybe that’s what made it impossible to do in the first place, because when he stopped forcing it, it came to him. He never had to work at music, so he had to stop trying to. All that did was stress him out and make him bitter. But, smiling genuinely for the first time in years, as he took his headphones all the way off, he could hear again. REALLY hear. The birds, the way the wind shook the leaves with such a mighty force, and the tune they all seamlessly created as one. He pounded his fist onto the ground gleefully and watched the dust float up around it.

Then he heard a rustle of leaves, separate from the sounds he had orchestrated. Roka flicked one ear sharply in the direction before following it with his body. He willed himself to calm down and approach with caution. The fox kept his ears focused on any small movements, which led him to a bush nearby, and he felt like he really had no choice but to peek inside it. Since nothing was attacking him yet, he figured it must not be sinister or intending any harm to him.

Roka poked his nose into the bushel of leaves, ignoring the scratchy feeling against his snout as he did so. He caught a whiff of what smelled like a fox. He finally stuck his whole head in, peering into the depths. In an instant, whatever was inside dashed out of the bush. He was quick to follow the creature, stopping when he saw it in its entirety.

“Oh,” he breathed, slowing his racing heart and easing out of chase mode that had kicked in. It’d been awhile since he had gotten to run. It’s no fun to do it aimlessly and alone. He refocused his gaze on the kit ahead of him.

The small thing looked terrified, tail between its legs, and head dipped though watching Roka warily. “Hey,” he greeted, carefully stepping towards the child. The kit moved away in response, so Roka just stayed where he was. “I’m not going to hurt you, if that’s why you’re scared.”

He put his drumstick back with the other one, between his collar and his neck. Roka then straightened up his stance and adjusted his headphones to sit more comfortably on his neck.

“What are you doing?” The voice of the kit was feminine and on guard, but Roka detected some curiosity lingering there. He had taken notice of the way her head raised while he messed with his headphones.

“Distracting you,” he easily replied. He had to chuckle quietly at the obviously confused look on her face. “I know what it’s like to think too much. You can’t observe and just be. Instead you get so absorbed in your head and I mean, we can’t help but believe our brain, right? If I move and do things that catch your attention, you stop thinking, and so you’re not reminded of how scared or nervous your brain is telling you you should be,” Roka explained. He sighed heavily; he hadn’t spoken that much in ages. “I hope that made sense.”

The kit’s tail unfurled from its position under her body, causing Roka to offer a gentle smile. She nodded at him. “I didn’t think about that.”

“No worries. It’s just something I do sometimes.”

She nodded again, perceptibly shy. She raised her gaze to the drumsticks Roka adorned, not realizing she had taken a step or two towards him.

Roka liked her interest in his drumsticks, but let it go unspoken. He didn’t want to push her or scare her off more than necessary. “Why are you out here by yourself, kiddo? A bush can’t be a fun hiding place.”

“I’m not supposed to be out here this long, but I got lost. I heard music and tapping and I.. I didn’t mean to make you stop, mister.” She lowered her eyes instinctively.

He shrugged and grabbed a drumstick. He watched the kit and played a beat on the ground. He smiled when she became entranced, eyes widened in amazement. “Like that?” At her curt nod, he went on. “You ever played before?”

She swished her tail, finding herself closer to him than she was a minute ago. “Kind of. My housemates don’t like when I do. I don’t.. I don’t sleep all the time like them. So they get mad when I’m up at night and bang on the wood because the wood sound different than the mattress and.. Well, then they tell me I’m no good and to go to sleep.”

“That’s rough, kid.”

She nodded, looking up at him with something like adoration in her bright eyes. “You.. You hit the rocks and the tree, and they all sounded different. That’s what I do.”

He nodded a couple of times before laughing. “Sounds like you’re a natural. I used to do that when I was a youngster, too. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I’m not, but I don’t feel like I’m any good at it because no one wants to hear what I can do. In the day they’re all loud, and at night they’re all grouchy.”

“How many noodles do you live with, kiddo?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Not your family, then?” Roka sat back on his haunches, finding himself intrigued by the kit now standing in front of him confidently.

She shook her head at him. “I stay at an orphanage. No family.”

Roka winced a little. “Ouch. Sorry to hear that.”

The child just shook her head again. “Don’t be, okay? I don’t like that.”

“Noted. Don’t you wanna have a home? Like, a real home, where somebody takes cares of you and not a bunch of others who are alone, too?”

“Of course I do.” Roka twirled his drumsticks absently, smiling when he saw her following it with her eyes. “I want a home more than anything...” She leaned up, gesturing for him to gap the distance. He obliged, setting his ear next to his mouth and listened as she conspiratorially whispered, “I asked Santa to find me a home for Christmas, and the other kids will laugh if I tell them because they think they’ll get a family before me, but I believe that Santa does what’s right. And plus, he can do anything!” She pulled back at last, and smiled for the first time since Roka’s meeting her. “Did you know he has reindeer? And they fly!!”

“No way!” He grinned and bopped her lightly on the nose with his drumstick. “I bet Santa will come through for you, kid. I really hope he does.” Roka would be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted to take this little girl home himself because she was just so full of innocence. She was the epitome of childhood, and man had he wished someone had been there to give him the world. He always got lost in the shuffle of his parents and other siblings when he needed attention most. But now he was alone, and all he has is his music. So really, what would he risk?

“Me, too. I don't think the other kids want to think Santa is real because they're in the orphanage, you know.. It's sad because Christmas is supposed to be a happy time! I heard that there's snow, too!"

"There sure is," he assured her with a smile.

"Will there be this year?"

"'Course."

"Promise?" She looked up at him anxiously, wanting someone to come through for her, just for once.

Roka took his headphones from around his neck, then put them back after examining them briefly. He then handed her his drumstick. "Here."

She cautiously accepted it. But...what if he wanted it back? People didn't just give her things.

"Keep it, it's yours," Roka told her simply, having sensed her worry from the start. "And you know what?" He got down to eye level with her.

"What?" she whispered, intently focusing on his eyes.

"I promise."

She jumped up with a squeal. "You really promise?!"

He nodded with a smile. "Yeah. I do."

"Snow! Wow..!" She sobered a little when she gazed up at him. "Thank you, mister."

"The name's Roka, kiddo. And don't.. Don't worry about, okay?"

She nodded. "Do you think you could help me find my way back?"

Roka agreed to help her, and they set off. It turned out they weren't actually that far, but it was the thought that counted at the end of the day. As he watched her ascend the steps, back to a place where she would be drowned out by those around her and lost in the tide of everyday life, like he was so many years ago, he called her back down to him.

"Yes?" She asked, tilting her head ever so slightly.

Without warning, Roka scooped her up into a hug, sighing with a smile when he felt her nuzzle into his fur. He set her back down on the ground and shook his head when she tried to offer him the drumstick.

"Nah, you keep it. Don't let anybody take it, cause that's all yours. And you make as much music as you want with it. 'Sides, I got my own." He grabbed hold of it and stretched out and arm to clack his drumstick against the one he gave her. He liked the way that action sounded, making a sound that was uniquely theirs. "See? I've had these for years. I think I can spare one by now." He chuckled and nodded at the door to the building, indicating that she should get back inside.

She smiled and waved her drumstick triumphantly as she padded up the steps to the orphanage. Once she made it safely inside, Roka pulled aside the noodle who seemed to be in charge.

"That kit who just now went inside. I'm.." Was he really doing this? He thought back to her hopeful attitude and sweet disposition and sighed. Yeah, he was. "I'm interested in adopting her."

I seek a child of my own!

Owner of Parent: Juridian Soul
Parent's Name: Eekayji
Parent's Image: Eekayji
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Owner of Child: TanuKyle

Gift to Child: A black stethoscope, wrapped in a rainbow knit-scarf.
RP Response:

It was a time of celebration of goodwill, and thinking of those less fortunate than you. Having come from rather... unusual circumstances himself, Eekayji felt for the orphans roaming the streets. He was overjoyed when he discovered they had been scooped up and cared for, at least temporarily. Three meals a day, and shared toys was a far better deal than starving to death on the mean, lean streets. The doctor approved of the adoptions, and was very much in attendance.
While he would have liked a child of his own, his primary goal in this venture at the moment was to make someone happy. If he could make just one kiddo smile, his day would be complete - because what he had heard of these orphans... they really didn't have a lot to smile about.

As he passed among the children, he was sure to memorize each and every face, marking them into his mental book for future reference. Some of them may need medical attention, after all, and what was a doctor for, if not to offer those services to these children? And he would do it, gladly. There were times in his life he was thankful for his talent, and this was definitely one of them. It just so happened to be needed this time around, as he came upon one of the quieter kits in the back of the place, seeming to be guarding against something, with his ears folded back to his head, crouched.

Ee smoothly moved over to the child, and looked a little closer. It was guarding behavior, but not of material things. The kit was in pain, and trying to avoid telling anyone about it.

"Here now..." Ee started lightly. "Why don't you stop snarling at me, and say hello?"

The kit didn't speak... apparently couldn't speak. Just looked up at him mournfully, and curled his tail around himself even more. Ee's heart went out to the little boy, and he approached completely, starting to groom one of the oversized ears softly.

"Easy there... easy... I won't hurt you. Why don't you let me look at you? I'm a doctor. I promise I won't hurt you."

It didn't take too long, but the kit did hesitate just slightly, before he uncurled. Ee was immediately taken aback at what he saw. The kit's back left leg was bleeding, and dripping down to his paw. With his tail wrapped around him, he had been hiding it.
Immediately, Ee went to work, withdrawing a pack of bandages from his bag, and starting to tend to the wounded leg, wrapping it snugly, but not too tight. The idea wasn't to cut off the circulation, after all. As he was working, the kit seemed to be gaining interest in the materials in his bag, nosing around while Eekayji went over the rest of him to find any other wounds. No more obvious ones, but he should at least look him over - the proper duty of any doctor.

The kit really didn't seem to be able to speak, as Ee looked into his throat, and noticed terrible scarring all the way at the back, extending past the reach of the light he shone down to check. The most probably explanation was abuse, which didn't surprise him. The kit's ears were checked next and, unlike most of the young children going to the doctor Ee had seen, he didn't squirm or make a fuss as they were inspected. No infections, so that was good. Heart and lungs were next, and the kit took particular interest in the stethoscope the doctor was using. He kept pawing at it as though he wasn't sure what, exactly, it was. And judging from his age, and where he was, that was fully a possibility. Ee finished up the checkup with a quick look at all four paws, the tail, and the fur, finding nothing else amiss... Aside from a need of a good brushing.

While he was there, Ee also took a look at the other children, but the kit from before seemed to enjoy tagging along after him, always silent, always sitting there, watching. When the doctor was finished with all the children that needed attention, he was still there, wagging that tail a bit back and forth as Ee paused to turn around and look at him.

"You really enjoy watching me, don't you kiddo?" he asked, smiling. "I think I have just the thing for you. One moment. Stay right there. No peeking."

The kit closed his eyes obediently, and stilled that waving tail as Ee moved off to the side, and took some things from his pack. The first was the spare stethoscope he kept in his bag, black, with silver accents. He set that aside for a moment, and brought another gift out of the bag, his original intended gift. It was a soft-knit rainbow colored scarf that had reminded him of the summer months. He had figured it might be a comfort to some cold child, and a promise of better things to come. The stethoscope went into the scarf, and got wrapped up like a little present, complete with a bow out of the ribbon he'd also brought with him for this occasion.
Satisfied with his gift, he closed up his bag, and headed back to where the child was still waiting, eyes shut tight. Ee smiled, and nosed the gift in front of the child.

"Open your eyes, kiddo. Something for you."

The resulting silent squeal of joy after a moment was enough to melt Ee's heart, as the kit nuzzled into the doctor, rubbing up against him as a sign of affection.

"I'm glad you like it, little one." he said, voice soft, as he wrapped a paw around the kit, and gave him a gentle lick. The kit didn't seem to want to move from the spot, buried soundly in Ee's chest. The doctor's fur was starting to grow a little damp, and it didn't take long to realize the cause.

"Little one? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" Eekayji asked, giving the boy another few licks. "Are you okay? Are you in pain?"

The kit shook his head, then buried himself into the doctor's fur. Ee's train of thought had a sudden seven-traincar-pileup as he put two and two together.

"You want to come home with me...."

If it was possible for the kit to cry harder, he would have just started to. Ee had apparently hit the nail right on the head. Quickly, the doctor ducked down, and licked away the tears.

"You just wait right here, little one. I'll see what I can do."

With that, he padded off to see if he couldn't fill out some important papers. After all, that kit wanted to go home with him, and honestly?.... He had grown rather fond of the little one himself.

I seek a child of my own!

Owner of Parent: Strawberri Stardust
Parent's Name: Tsukiko
Parent's Image: Image
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Owner of Child: Strawberri Stardust

Gift to Child: The flower in her hair, a small handmade doll, and a green string with jellybeans attached to look like Christmas lights.
RP Response: It was Christmas time again, and this year Tsukiko was all on her own. It had been so long since she'd seen any of her family that she'd all but given up hope on seeing them again. But the holidays always made her hopeful. To see the bright lights decorating the shop always brought a smile to her face. But this year even the lights looked lonely...

This year she seemed to notice more orphans than she had before and the kind-hearted fox wondered if they even had a place to go. On one of her rare ventures into town, she noticed a lonely looking building. She came a little closer to it and inside she could see little kits playing, and bowls being taken care of. She smiled a little until she realized this was not just a really big family. This was an orphanage and all the little kits inside were orphans. Her heart broke a little as she watched them play. Finally she couldn't take anymore and she went inside.

"Excuse me, would it be alright if...if I played with the kits for a while?" she asked one of the adults. She received a nod and curt directions to the playroom. Not that she needed them since the kits were noisy. It was a good noise, though, one that made her smile a little. Once inside the room, however, she became a little lost. At least until she saw a little kit sitting next to a fireplace. Carefully she picked her way through the rest of the kits and sat near the lonesome girl.

"H-hello," she murmured softly. "Would you like to play with me?" she asked and smiled when the little girl looked up at her.

"You really wanna play with me?" the little girl asked quietly. "No one wants to play with me...they said I'm too little..."

"I don't think you're too little," Tsukiko answered. "I think you're a wonderful size. In fact, I think I was smaller than you when I was your age," she said and laughed softly.

Wide eyes answered her. "Really? Smaller than me?" the little girl squeaked, but she smiled. Tsukiko nodded, and spent a wonderful couple hours talking and playing with the little kit.

"Miss? Will you come and see me again?" she asked.

Tsukiko smiled warmly and nodded before pulling the flower out of her hair and tucking it behind the girl's ear. "My mother gave me this when I was just a baby. I want you to keep it for me, okay?"

The little kit nodded and smiled happily before the kits were rounded up for bedtime. Tsukiko watched her leave and waved before she left for the night.

The next day, Tsukiko went back to visit the little girl again. This time she brought her a small doll that she'd made and a craft kit she bought on the way to the orphanage.

"Today we're going to make our own Christmas lights!" she said proudly and spent the next hour giggling and making a mess with string and jellybeans. When they were finished, Tsukiko and the kit had their very own string of multi colored, edible Christmas lights.

As she watched the little kit show some of the other orphans while she cleaned up their mess, Tsukiko knew that she wanted to give this little girl a home. She only hoped that she would be allowed to adopt her.

When bedtime rolled around again and Tsukiko promised another visit, instead of leaving right away, she stopped by the office.

"Excuse me," she murmured, "I'd like to adopt a kit, please."

I seek a child of my own!

Owner of Parent: Aya-Firebird
Parent's Name: Erdre
Parent's Image: Image
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Owner of Child:Aya-Firebird

Gift to Child: A teddy bear and a book
RP Response:

Erdre had been alone so long, two mates, leaving before she could be mother, all she really wanted was to be a mother. She wanted to care for someone and just not be alone. She approached the building carrying a small gift for a lonely child, it had taken her days to pick the perfect bear, it had been just right. She had brought a book of beautiful photographs of all the places she had either been or wanted to go. She knew what it was like to be alone and pictures of beautiful places had always allowed her to escape the lonely world and find someplace to go.

As she entered the building she decided to be hopeful in spite of the last few years. She approached one child playing with a couple of blocks and decided to sit down and watch for a bit. the child seemed to be murmuring to himself about a magical forest. Erdre laughed gently.

The little one looked up at her with tears in his eyes, "Why are you laughing at me?" he asked sadly

Erdre frowned, mad at herself for upsetting him "I'm sorry child, I wasn't laughing at you, I was simply enjoying your imagination. I used to dream of magical forests and as I traveled the world, I was able to see such places"

He looked at her "You've been to magical forests?"

Erdre smiled, "Not necessarily magical, but they really seemed like it, would you like to see magical places?

The little kit smiled shyly "Yes, I would love to go to magical places," his smile faded "but they are a game only, nobody ever wants me"

Erdre put her arm gently around his shoulders and pulled the book she had brought closer, opening it "I have been to the top of this mountain, at sunset, the clouds over the cities below turn pink and everything looks like a magical fairy land."

He looked at her with a smile "You've been there??"

Erdre smiled, "Yes, would you like to go with me some time?"

"ABSOLUTELY!!"

Erdre gave the little one the teddy bear "I will be back for you, I promise" smiling as he cuddled the little bear, she walked up to the person who appeared to be caring for the orphaned kits "I would like to adopt him, he is an absolutely wonderful child."

I seek a child of my own!

Owner of Parent: Infinite Nebulae
Parent's Name: Rael
Parent's Image: Image
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Owner of Child: Infinite Nebulae

Gift to Child: A toy dragonfly with light up wings.
RP Response:
Rael knew he wasn't supposed to want a kit. He was single, no potential mates in sight, and still young. But he wanted one more than anything. He had loved children from the second he recognized them as that, and he as an "adult." He knew he'd make a good father, even if he had his quirks. He was a bit silly, and sometimes childish too, but, a kit to raise and give a family to, one to love and in return feel the love from it. Rael wanted that more than anything.

He had been adopted into a family that showered so much love upon him, he felt that the shimmer in his wings were because he was ignited with so much love. He had so much of it to give, he wanted to pay it forward and take a life in, and give them the best of the best of lives. He wanted to be that hero, that he saw his adopted family as. He knew each and every child at the adoption center deserved more than what they were given. He would make sure that one would be given everything they ever dreamed of if Rael could physically do it!

He played with the toy dragonfly, watching its wings light up, much like the ones on his own back. He sighed, wondering if anyone would see him worth deserving a child of his own. "I'd be a great dad..." he whispered to himself.

He put the toy down and stared at it. His pink nose only inches away from it. "If I had a kit, we'd go on adventures. I'd take him or her fishing, swimming, to the park, or we'd go into the forest and play survival! We'd have the best time little one." Rael felt his eyes p***k, a sign that he was about to cry. He knew he could do this a traditional way. He could find a woman, or a man and they could fall in love and have children. But while he wanted that greatly, he just wanted to take care of someone. He had been the one always taken care of as a child, and now, it was his turn to give a wonderful life to someone else, who didn't have the family he had.

He wanted to be the family that made this child the happiest thing on the planet. "I'd give you everything."

He sighed heavily as he rolled over. He needed to wrap this present and drop it off at the adoption center. He hoped that a child would want to go home with him. He prayed with all his tiny, beating heart. His wings sputtered a bit in excitement and wishful thinking.

Maybe, just maybe. He'd be able to be the best dad on the planet, that he could possibly be. He rolled back over, looking at the green gift wrap bag. He wanted to make this bag not just a bag, but a home of its own. He lovingly placed the dragonfly toy inside, and stuffed the bag with sparkling gift tissue. He looked to the bag, analyzing his handiwork.

"Today, I give a gift, tomorrow, I give my soul to the child wishing to be my own."

I seek a child of my own!

Owner of Parent: Doodle p***s/Ovarian Paint
Parent's Name: Lady Amarantha Cromwell
Parent's Image: Image
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Owner of Child: Doodle p***s/Ovarian Paint

Gift to Child: Lady's oldest book of fairy tales.
RP Response: It was a cold night, snow dusting the street as she closed up shop. A small little book store, one that held all her pride and joy as she had no family to share it with herself, her fathers death and her mothers well..Lady shrugged her shoulders as she swept her tail behind her, about to take off for the night.

The holiday season filled Lady with mixed feelings, she loved all the smells, sights and sounds that came with it, but the lonely ache that nibbled away at her heart some nights made the season almost unbearable. She missed her father, his big booming voice so full of life and love, she could almost feel his embrace again, him sitting with her beside the fire..She shook her head, blinking quickly as she felt her key slip out of her paws.

Though, she looked down when she didnt hear it hit the sidewalk, and there it seemed to be a small kit, he seemed to have fallen asleep outside her shop, she tilted her head before she looked around. Not a soul seemed to be out tonight, what was he doing here? She thought as she looked down once more.

With a gentle paw, she nudged him. "Wake up small one..wake up." She said kindly as she opened a single wing to block away the wind from his tiny body. "Your parents must be frantic, I'll take you home."

The kit opened his eyes, and stared up at her in a mixture of awe and horror, he'd been caught! He had been listening to her read Christmas stories to other kits like she did every Christmas eve, but never had he been so tired before. He shook his head at her when she mentioned parents.

When he didnt use a vocal reply, Lady's heart almost broke in two. He didnt have parents? "Surely you must have some family." She said as she glance around once more.

Another shake of his head.

"Well then.." Lady said with a gentle paw, she scooped him up. He struggled for a minute, fearful she would take him to the police, but when she opened the door to her shop, he froze. Looking up at her with questioning eyes, she simply smiled.

"A fire and a cup of coco is what you need." She said as she set him down in a chair beside the fireplace, turning to leave him for naught but a minute, she handed him a cup of coco before bringing a fire to life.

Climbing into the other chair, she watched him as he sipped his coco. Reaching down into the pocket of her skirts, she pulled out what looked to be an old ratty book. "Would you like a story?" She asked, and before she knew it, his small body was against her side, she smiled. "Once upon a time..." She started, as she knew this would be the Christmas to stay with her forever...this is what she had been missing all Holiday season.