-DTA- -space- Here is a DTA, all with brand new designs! You can enter for as many as you want, but you can only win one! you don't need to ask to enter. Rules- Try and stick to the design as best you can you don't need to write a bio if you don't want You CAN change the species you CAN change the hair can be any gender
I love all the designs! It was hard to pick just one. I may do another one later, but too lazy rn :/ All done in vector Press space Bio: Name: Lilaro Gender: Male Likes: Running, getting dirty Dislikes: the circus Personality: Freedom-loving Backstory: "Lilaro! Smooth that hair. Wash your pelt. And for goodness sake, do something about that tail!!" Lilaro's mother bustled about their tent. Lilaro and his family were all born circus cats. His parents? Hoop-jumpers. His sisters? They were part of the acrobatics act; flips, swinging from the trapese, cooler stuff like that. And Lilaro? He balanced on a ball and bounced balls on his tail. His act was very underappreciated, for everyone thought it was easy to juggle balls on a large surface, even if it was springy and soft (his tail). "Yeah, yeah," Lilaro called. He sighed. He was exhausted from running outside all last night, but it had been soooo much fun. He started clawing out thorns, leaves, and dirt from his pelt. He heard his mother around the corner calling his name, and he quickly patted his hair down. Lilaro's mother came into Lilaro's tent. "Lilaro!" she exclaimed in disgust. "What happened to your hair? And is that bags under your eyes?!" She rushed over and started licking Lilaro's hair. "I have no idea, mother. I must have rolled around while I was trying to fall asleep. I was not very comfortable, so I didn't get much sleep either. That probably resulted in the bags," Lilaro replied monotonously. Lilaro's mother sighed. "I'll go get the cucumber juice. Groom your pelt!" Lilaro's mother called over her shoulder. She came back very soon and tossed a soft pile of lilac and blue to him. "Here are your socks. Make sure there are four of them." (explains light purple and blue marks on paws) She sped off to look for the cucumbers. Lilaro looked out of the tent longingly. He spied himself in a mirror. He was so shocked he cried out. His hair! It looked neater than ever! His mother made it look like he was wearing a wig! Or one of those fancy waiters! He didn't look like a natural cat. He didn't look like his true self. He sighed. At least his tail didn't have to be 'neat'. He sat down and, while grooming his pelt, he fluffed up his tail. His mother came back holding two cucumbers in her mouth. She sat down. "Put on your socks. Please." "But mother-" Lilaro protested. "Don't 'but mother' me, young man. They make sure your pads don't get sore." She moved to put the cucumbers against his eyes. "Then don't 'young man' me!" Lilaro swatted the cucumbers away. "I am a cat!" He turned to leave the tent, whipping his mother with his newly fluffed tail as he left. "Say good-bye to Packy and Aira from me." "Packed arrow... uh... uh," Lilaro's mother was so confused by her kits' nicknames for each other; she couldn't wrap her head around it. "Are you trying to say good-bye to Packenia and Auralia from Lilaro?!!" His mother called after him. But Lilaro didn't hear her. He was ready to start his life as a "Real Cat" by the name of Ro. (Press space)
