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Psyduck entry:

When I was 7 months pregnant with Sebastian, I dragged my sister out to Petco with me during their adoption weekend. I saw the cutest Callico and decided to snatch her up before anyone else could. I got her papers filled out and off we went to take my new Callie baby home. Sarah was sitting in the passengers seat and she was holding Callie to keep her calmed down for the trip home. Before we even left the parking lot Callie starting sneezing all over us! Both of us were showered in kitty snot! We both sat there looking at her wide-eyed and grossed out. It was even worse for Sarah because she's kind of a germaphob and got snotted right in her face! After she sneeze attacked us a couple different times we laughed because we were so grossed out and we had never seen an animal sneeze like that before! So we finally left the parking lot and were on on way home, and for the next 30 or so minutes we were sneezed on by this little kitten. Needless to say we both needed showers by the time we got home!

Golduck entry:
Not entering this one

Milotic entry:

Just your average, ordinary, everyday beauty!

Psyduck:
My cat Holly is a real chow hound. She will eat almost anything, especially if its meat.

Well my mom likes to cook steaks often, and I LOVE my meat rare. This particular day I had been STARVING because I just didn't feel like eating breakfast. So I'm impatiently waiting for the steaks to get done and finally the moment arrives. It was like in one of those movies, I could literally smell it for miles.... and so could Holly. Mind you, I have the mind set to guard my steak from my 5 other cats as I'm getting my fixings. They think they can just leap up onto the counter! I had also just called Holly such a good girl because she was the only one not jumping up on the counter. She was sitting there next to the refrigerator like a perfect little angel.... or so I thought.

I get my plate and bring it back to my room (because I needz to be on gaia!) and prepare to dig in when I realize... I forgot my fork. Of course I'm so hungry I'm oblivious to the fact that Holly is right behind me. Leaving my steak unguarded, I run to get a fork and come back just in time to see Holly leap off my TV tray with my entire steak dangling from her lips as she darts down the hall and UNDER the couch with my steak!!! D: By the time we were able to get the couch moved and her out....there was hardly anything left of my dinner. I had to settle for chicken noodle soup sad


Golduck:
It is a well known fact that Golduck are fast swimmers, able to out swim even the most athletic of humans. This is because of their frog-like webbed hands and feet and the jewel on their forehead that contains psychic powers - which they often use to maintain control at high speeds.

But Golducks weren't always blue. Instead, they were a rich golden color and took great pride in this. Every spring, the Golducks would get together and have swimming tournaments to show off their skill...and to see who glittered the best under water. However, the Swim fest of Spring 93 would turn out to be a disaster.

A cocky human by the name of Watson Macveilly challenged any and all Golducks to a swim off at his estate. He was rich you see, and had a in ground pool big enough to hold several. Being the proud creatures they are, the Golducks accept - especially one in particular. A large and very gold Golduck by the name of Kain Webbers. He was their champ.

The day of the competition, Kain and Watson were warming up by the small pool for the final event of the night. The score was tied - one of the most intense matches in history. This last race would determine who had rights to claim the title of best swimmer. None of the other Golducks had expected a human to be so good!

As Kain and Watson took their starting positions at the edge of the pool, they glared at each other with fierce competitiveness shining in their eyes. They waited eagerly for the blow of the gun. The officials counted off...
3....
2....
1....
GO!

The gun shot was fired and both combatants dove into the water. Quick as lighting each were and it was neck and neck all the way. Kain would pull a head one moment, only to be bested by Watson, then Kain, then Watson. They exchanged leads for 5 laps, each never showing signs of tiring. But the last lap was fast approaching. Kain could hear his fellow Golducks cheering him on as loud as they could! It gave him energy and made him feel alive! As the jewel on his head began to glow a faint red, he pulled ahead, the finish line drawing near. He could taste victory!

Stretching out his webbed fingers, he gave one last burst, shooting forward until he could feel the hard surface of the pool on his finger tips. He had won! Kain had bested Watson! The Golduck's erupted with cheering and eagerly called their champion from the water.

As Kain emerged, the crowd grew silent. He was grinning ear to ear and failed to realize the shocked faces of his fellow pokemon. Panting hard, he glanced around at each of their faces. "What is it?" he called to them. "I have won! Why have you stopped cheering?" he questioned.

"Kain.... your... Your blue!" a young female shouted from the crowd.

"Blue? What no, you must be silly! I am a Golduck. The goldest of them all!" he said, striking his usual pose as he curled his left bicep and brought his fist to his head. "See? Gold not Bl...." he paused, his eyes meeting his blue fist.

He ran his sight down his fist, over his blue arm, down his blue belly to his blue toes, back over his long slender blue tail, over to his other blue wrist, up that blue arm to his blue shoulder. He wasn't a beautiful shining gold anymore. He was blue.

Watson got out of the water, cackling to himself. "Oh dear, pardon me! I didn't think the bluing chemicals I use to keep my pool crisp and clear would react to you that way!"

Kain stared in horror. His beautiful golden coat was now....blue. Plain, ugly, blue.

"He looks like a monster!" one Golduck shouted. Waves of laughter burst out as they all pointed and snickered.

"That makes me the goldest Golduck around now!" one declared.

"Yeah! Hes now a Blueduck!" another mimicked.

Tears swelled up in Kain's eyes. He had won the race but he lost the one thing most precious to him. His rich golden feathers. Fleeing from the scene, he ran far, far into the forest, never to be seen for quite some time.

It wasn't until he had grown old and his blue color had faded, that he appeared again to his fellow Golducks who were still so gold and he was still so blue. The older generation grinned. Their psyducklings mocked him and ran circles about his feet.

Kain scowled. He looked at his webbed hands and the image of the laughing Watson appeared in his head. He growled as he swiped the image away. Pointing at the rest of the Golducks, he raised his voice in anger. "I wish a curse upon you all! That your offspring will no longer be gold as they mature, but instead turn as blue as I have! And may they live their lives hating their blue feathers and adopt a scowl upon their faces." and with that he disappeared, never to be seen again.

After that, each and every Psyduck that evolved no longer stayed their beautiful gold color, but instead turned into a plain boring blue. No Golduck smiled after that. Not one. They all wore scowls upon their faces as they looked over their blue fur remembering.....that they weren't always this plain. This boring. This angry. This....this blue.



Milotic:
Guess I can't use the one from the doodle contest eh? lawl.
She lacks accessories xD
Milotic... Beautiful?

Golduck Entry:

When Golduck was a Psyduck it had a bad habit of wandering into hostile Pokemon territory, particularly that of Tentacool, Tentacruel and Sharpedo, and it seemed that those were the only pokemon species it ran into, and most would automatically attack, forcing Psyduck to fight. It's luck was no better on land, always running into Beedrill, houndours, Spearow, at some point even swarms of Beautifly on a bad day! The more other Pokemon fought it, the more angry it became, and the more it's permanent headache grew, eventually it used the now mega-headache to it's advantage, defeating any of the angry pokemon it ran across. Eventually the Psyduck evolved into a Golduck, and the though other pokemon left it alone now, it still bore a hatred for them, and unfortunatley or it pokemon were always around.

(will most likely edit this)

-=Milotic Entry=-

Sorry for the size and sheer horrifying artwork, I'm being rushed to finish my entries cuz my ride into town is almost here and I wanted to get these done lol I'll post the frames in order as well as re-type the text in case you can't read my handwriting >>;

If you haven't figured it out I was picking on the fact that everyone just piles on all the items they can within the time limit in hopes that the ones they pick are the correct ones for that contest type. C'mon, we've all done it lol

Frame 1
Caption: "Now for the appearance found in this beauty contest!" - Announcer

Frame 2
Caption: "Next up is trainer Ivory and her Milotic pokemon, Blaire. Remember, you only get 30 seconds to dress your pokemon for fame. Ready, set, GO!" - Announcer

Frame 3
Caption: "Looks like Ivory has started with some lovely jewelry followed by a parasol and glitter powder and topped with a tiara for extra snazz!" - Announcer

Frame 4
Caption: "With only 10 seconds left it seems like trainer Ivory is putting on her final touches!" -Announcer

Frame 5
Caption: "And it looks like Ivory's time is nearing an end." -Announcer

Frame 6
Caption: "And the winner of the appearance contest is Ivory and her stunning Milotic, Blaire!" - Announcer

Psyduck Entry:

In March of 1993 there was a terrible blizzard in the northeastern United States. Being a small child, I feared being trapt inside the house for too long. But my parents weren't as worried about me as they were our young Bichon-Spitz mutt, Cindy. She was not paper trained and had to go outside to use the restroom, all because my father has OCD. We tried to open the door, but the snow was stack four feet tall on the other side and after a small cave-in of hard-packed snow, we knew no one would be leaving out the door. At the time, we were living in a trailer with a porch, but it did not extend the length of the front of our home. So we had to do something that seemed as cold and heartless as the winter weather; we would throw our dog out the window and my father would follow after her in an attempt to dig us out. Cindy had never enjoyed getting wet, but we had no other options to accommodate her situation. So we opened the window and my father held her out and let her drop the ten or so feet to the accumulated snow down below. My little brother and I watched, horrified from the window next to the open one and waited to see our little white mutt. To our surprise Cindy jumped up right away, her hind legs kicking up a furry of snow. She began attempting to bound her way through the snow, but got no where far. After she was a few feet from the drop site, my father jumped out the window too. She raced over to him and followed in his tracks as he began looking for the shovel to dig us out. Hours later, when we could comfortably open the door and push the rest of the snow away, my father wobbled in, tired and red-faced from the blistering wind. Cindy, whom we expected to be the first in the door, was out on the deck sitting. So I pulled on my jacket and snow boots and ventured out to bring her in. She had other things in mind; down the slippery steps she darted and into the snow, right below the window. She had wanted to play, but I could already feel the cold nipping at my face and chose to pick her up and carry her inside the house. We dried her off with some towels and set her on the rug to let her rest and finish drying in the warmth of the living room. After that, Cindy never minded the snow (or sitting in a pool, but if you let her out in the rain for too long, she'd snub you and snort on her way in and then she'd perform the dreaded shake-dry-method).