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I know Sunny still needs rescuing but this is the first entry I started :'333
DON'T WORRY SWEET SUNFLOOFER, WE'LL SAVE YOU D:

Stargold Estimate: 21 Total
+5 Stargold for a finished entry
+9 Stargold for including 3 bonus characters
+5 Stargold for including a full background (?)
+2 Stargold for a 500 word story addition (698)
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Kitbull 55 belongs to Toshiful
Kitbull 030 belongs to Rainywren
Kitbull 013 & Kitbull 039 belongs to Banefulness

After what felt like hours, the tiny kitbull's quivering limbs finally began to give out. With a defeated flop the frosty-coloured creature collapsed into the pink grass, shivering all the more for its effort. Straining, its eyes narrowed blearily at the towering serpentine figure that had caused it such levels of exhaustion and distress. It was an ugly, twisted green thing that greedily clutched at a satchel of meager crystal shards as it made its escape. Just another thief come to pick at what little remained of the collective kitbull hoards scattered across Novis, and the kitbulls could offer no proper defense in their already weakened state. Just as the frosty kitbull began to close its eyes in defeat, a noise rose above the serpent's shuffling through the tall grass. To anyone else it would have sounded like the most unholy, high-pitched screech that rattled through the air in a piercing wail. Yet the kitbull's ears perked at the sound, its weak heart swelling with hope.

Still screaming his battle cry, Hiro felt his first kick land true against the scaley hide of his target. It knocked a startled yelp out of the thief, sending the serpent sprawling out onto the grass. Its sickly green eyes darted around wildly and narrowed on the winged kitbull as he landed in a spin, already charging at the serpent again. This time the thief was prepared and it easily twisted out of Hiro's diving attack with a crooked grin, looking rather pleased with itself. How pleased the creature looked! Very pleased indeed, up until it felt needle-sharp claws furiously digging into its hide. A renewed cry of pain escaped the serpent's maw as it swiveled in place, trying to shake off its attacker to no avail. This new ball of fury and claws was named Mystery, and he was exceptionally intent on hanging on. This created a violent distraction for two new blurred shapes to come rushing out of the grass, able to lend their help as well.

First was a vibrant pink and be-speckled brown kitbull, known as Gren, who eagerly leapt to the fallen frosty kitbull's side. He nuzzled it ever so gently, allowing the weak creature to share his magic and heal itself enough to stay conscious. Gren's wide pink eyes fell softly with concern seeing how the frosty one still trembled, protectively slinging one arm around the blue kitbull protectively. He wouldn't leave their side until the ordeal was finished, which by the looks of things, looked to be concluded very shortly.

While Gren was in extreme cuddle mode, the other new face had launched itself face horns-first at the serpent thief in a powerful and jarring headbutt. This was Butch, whose dark and feathery form struck swiftly at his target. With wide, eerily glowing eyes it assessed the situation and decided to redirect its focus to reclaimed the stolen hoard crystals. Both clawed hands dug into the satchel, feet kicking at the ground to try and pry it from the serpent's grasp.

The thing was now wildly off balance, thrashing to try and fend off Hiro and Mystery as they swooped and slashed in unison without much success. They were too small, too quick, and neither had stopped screaming since they arrived. Most in the Celestial Seas would call this high-pitched screeching the kitbull language of 'Kibble', but the serpent thief had no name for it other than knowing it to be unfathomable madness and wanted anything to make it stop. With a desperate wail of its own the serpent released the crystals and began a speedy retreat into the hills, with Mystery and Hiro in hot pursuit- apparently forgetting to check back with the others as they vanished out of sight.

As Butch hauled over the satchel of stolen crystals, Gren gave the frosty kitbull another great big hug, pulling away to rapidly gesture and assure the weak kitbull that they wouldn't be going anywhere until they were ready to move on their own. It was a small gesture given the gravity of the situation, but one that the little blue kitbull was ultimately delighted to have their company for, if only for a little while.

Description

I know Sunny still needs rescuing but this is the first entry I started :'333
DON'T WORRY SWEET SUNFLOOFER, WE'LL SAVE YOU D:

Stargold Estimate: 21 Total
+5 Stargold for a finished entry
+9 Stargold for including 3 bonus characters
+5 Stargold for including a full background (?)
+2 Stargold for a 500 word story addition (698)
- - -
Kitbull 55 belongs to Toshiful
Kitbull 030 belongs to Rainywren
Kitbull 013 & Kitbull 039 belongs to Banefulness

After what felt like hours, the tiny kitbull's quivering limbs finally began to give out. With a defeated flop the frosty-coloured creature collapsed into the pink grass, shivering all the more for its effort. Straining, its eyes narrowed blearily at the towering serpentine figure that had caused it such levels of exhaustion and distress. It was an ugly, twisted green thing that greedily clutched at a satchel of meager crystal shards as it made its escape. Just another thief come to pick at what little remained of the collective kitbull hoards scattered across Novis, and the kitbulls could offer no proper defense in their already weakened state. Just as the frosty kitbull began to close its eyes in defeat, a noise rose above the serpent's shuffling through the tall grass. To anyone else it would have sounded like the most unholy, high-pitched screech that rattled through the air in a piercing wail. Yet the kitbull's ears perked at the sound, its weak heart swelling with hope.

Still screaming his battle cry, Hiro felt his first kick land true against the scaley hide of his target. It knocked a startled yelp out of the thief, sending the serpent sprawling out onto the grass. Its sickly green eyes darted around wildly and narrowed on the winged kitbull as he landed in a spin, already charging at the serpent again. This time the thief was prepared and it easily twisted out of Hiro's diving attack with a crooked grin, looking rather pleased with itself. How pleased the creature looked! Very pleased indeed, up until it felt needle-sharp claws furiously digging into its hide. A renewed cry of pain escaped the serpent's maw as it swiveled in place, trying to shake off its attacker to no avail. This new ball of fury and claws was named Mystery, and he was exceptionally intent on hanging on. This created a violent distraction for two new blurred shapes to come rushing out of the grass, able to lend their help as well.

First was a vibrant pink and be-speckled brown kitbull, known as Gren, who eagerly leapt to the fallen frosty kitbull's side. He nuzzled it ever so gently, allowing the weak creature to share his magic and heal itself enough to stay conscious. Gren's wide pink eyes fell softly with concern seeing how the frosty one still trembled, protectively slinging one arm around the blue kitbull protectively. He wouldn't leave their side until the ordeal was finished, which by the looks of things, looked to be concluded very shortly.

While Gren was in extreme cuddle mode, the other new face had launched itself face horns-first at the serpent thief in a powerful and jarring headbutt. This was Butch, whose dark and feathery form struck swiftly at his target. With wide, eerily glowing eyes it assessed the situation and decided to redirect its focus to reclaimed the stolen hoard crystals. Both clawed hands dug into the satchel, feet kicking at the ground to try and pry it from the serpent's grasp.

The thing was now wildly off balance, thrashing to try and fend off Hiro and Mystery as they swooped and slashed in unison without much success. They were too small, too quick, and neither had stopped screaming since they arrived. Most in the Celestial Seas would call this high-pitched screeching the kitbull language of 'Kibble', but the serpent thief had no name for it other than knowing it to be unfathomable madness and wanted anything to make it stop. With a desperate wail of its own the serpent released the crystals and began a speedy retreat into the hills, with Mystery and Hiro in hot pursuit- apparently forgetting to check back with the others as they vanished out of sight.

As Butch hauled over the satchel of stolen crystals, Gren gave the frosty kitbull another great big hug, pulling away to rapidly gesture and assure the weak kitbull that they wouldn't be going anywhere until they were ready to move on their own. It was a small gesture given the gravity of the situation, but one that the little blue kitbull was ultimately delighted to have their company for, if only for a little while.