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Description done by Meh- the best Spirit Animal

This idea- has no human features. It has a cat body, about the size of a normal house cat. It has floof on its cheeks, and is mostly shorthaired.(The same size as Alfredo-*(silent praying 8 got the name right)). On its face, there is a beak, the same size as a hawks beak. It has a thin layer of fur, and feathers on the top of its head, back and tail, jutting upwards, towards the sky. It has a huge floofy tail, like uh... a uh.... squirrel? The paw pads are light gray, and the tongue is the same color as the toungue in your ref. This creature can also fly... it has a feathered wing on its left, and a bat like wing on the right. Because they aren’t exactly even, this creature flies faster but isn’t exactly.... crashproof. XD Everything unmentioned Under this is white.
Markings:
On the feathered wing, on the main outmost feathers, there is small lighter gray lines, one on each feather, diagonal, and a dot on each side. The bat wing is completely white.
Eyes are white, no pupils, and have that dark blue ring around them.


Hope I did this right XDDD

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It is so adorable!!
Thanks for entering

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Hey i'm definitely marking for later, this is great for my ski-fi/fantasy skills. I'll be submitting a writing entry, and maybe a traditional sketch of what it would look like as well c:

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Cool! Welcome my friend :)
Remember to not put patterns where they shouldnt be, please

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I'm almost done. You're getting a monster.

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Llllikey
Cant wait to read it XD

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Here's my first entry, and I have sketches coming along the way as well, which will be added later with my second entry focusing around The white ones influence of Ancient Japanese imperial and samurai culture ^^

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Here's my entry. Hope you like!!

The morning sun rose over the horizon, sharp and clear and crisp against the sky, full of clouds that promised an incoming storm. Sunlight, colder than usual, crept along the rocky faces of the ledges, illuminating every little crevice and jagged stone edge, until.. It disappeared. Swallowed by a void of darkness, a crude hole dug by claws into the cliff face. A few strands of lichen hung over the entrance, giving the impression that the cave- for that was what it had to be- was unused; had been unused for years. Yet, as the sunlight continued its inching journey past the forbidding darkness..  Something moved. Something living was in there. Something forgotten, abandoned. Her claws announced her presence first, the sound of rough scraping emanating from the hole. The noise only added to the eerie atmosphere of "I'm here. Keep out, and you'll regret it if you don't." 

Heavy breathing echoed, as if the thing inside had been suddenly awoken from a deep slumber. And then, suddenly, so suddenly, a clawed talon stretched out tentatively, groping at the air before landing firmly on the ground outside. The rest of her quickly emerged, slithering and sliding and stalking all at once, a mass of regal scales. She- for it was clearly a she- was a vast creature. Despite her vague resemblance to a dragon, that could not be what she was. Most of her body was a clear, snowy white, except for her tail, parts of her wings, and her legs, which were all a royal blue color. Her snout ended with a sharp beak, not unlike that of a falcon or eagle. Her nostrils flared delicately as she scented the air. She was taking her time, unwary, unguarding. What was there to be truly wary about? Who would dare come up to this isolated spot, high on the mountains? 

She was not young, yet not old either. She was unaging, eternal. Simply there. Eking out a life. It was a harsh life. It had taken its toll on the animal. A network of cicatrix arched over her back and across her shoulders, dark scars from battles past. The dark lines, some fresher than others, crawled up her long neck, curled in a tight arch as she preened under one of her wings. A pair of horns sprouted from between her long, velvety ears, spiraling and twisting and dancing into the air like a pair of flames. They resembled the horns of a gazelle, except they were worn, brittled and chipped, as if they had been used too many times over the years. Her ears themselves were odd. They were long, and covered in soft white fur, and the right one was nicked. 

Her eyes were narrow and black as night, squinting slightly as she stared into the cheerless sky. The sun had almost fully risen, casting a light over her. Her wings flexed, once, twice. They were, perhaps, her most distinctive trait. If she were a true dragon leathery wings would have been folded across her back, but in their place was a set of feathered pinions. At the roots they were the same blue hue as her legs and tail, slowly fading into white at the outer edges. The longest flight feathers were still functional, but frayed and split at the ends. The pair of wings were folded neatly across her back as she stood proud and tall, gazing over her wild home. Her kingdom.

Her back sloped down gently, and instead of tapering to a point, it almost seemed like her tail ended in another wing. A broad mass of fluffy feathers swept majestically over the rocks as she stood. Waiting. Waiting for eternity. She lived a life. It was a harsh life. But despite the hardships... It was a good one. She was resilient. She was powerful. She was unaging, yet always changing.

It was almost like she was life itself.

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Kdk udhksiehfbg these are all so good I cant even

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Entry 2!

The world is a strange thing. Life is a constant saga of romance and betrayal, death and life, failures and triumphs. And among this drama are the small things. The ones that don't belong. They try to go unnoticed, because it's simple. They shouldn't be here.  As I speak, don't you wonder how they've lived among us for decades, without us even realizing the power right in front of us?

Human beings are intelligent, geniuses among animals. But sometimes they can be so ignorant.

The things I speak of are, yes, alive. I believe  I am one of only a few to have ever noticed them. They're such odd little animals. Their coloring varies but they're usually somewhere between white and blue. Their skin is smooth, like an apple, or at least that's how it looks; when they get spooked, they move at the speed of light, far too fast for any human to catch them or try to get a last glimpse, so I don't think anyone has been lucky enough to touch one. Their tails are large and bushy, like a squirrel's, and they have teeth like a squirrel too. They are peaceful and live in groups of three to four, so they have no defense against each other. But they have plenty of power, enough to strike down an adult man if they wanted. No one knows how this power works,because sightings of the animal are so rare it doesn't even have a name yet. It's ears are rounded like a mouse's, tufted like a lynx's, and its body has absolutely no fur. Only its strange, appley looking skin.

I shouldn't be telling you this. You won't  speak of this to anyone else?

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What do you mean?

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Ah, that was part of the writing xD

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"You won't speak of this to anyone else?"
That, I meant

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Yeah, I was writing it as if someone was talking to another person, and that was how it ended. Sorry for any confusion!

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