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Snowy for fostering Writt
The art-rat is a girl, what can I do? And trust me, this version is much better than the horrid lime-green and pink thing she did originally.
So...would you mind if I took your images/layout and edited them a little for my girl pet?
Take my stuff for anything and you might choke on your next drink. Courtesy of the clan, of course. Remember, I'm the only one that steals in this neighborhood.
Though, if you need help with coding, you may use my coding as a reference. No copy and pasting though...how lazy can you get?
At least tell me the programs Cathe used.
Everything you see is done in Adobe Photoshop 6.0.
How come on your lookup you look so cute and my xweetok looks like poo?
Because I'm unconverted. And nope, you can't create unconverted pets anymore.
WILL U B MAH BEST FRIEND??!!!! T_________T
Maybe if you're good...;)
You walk sprightly on the way home from the marketplace, a package of aisha cookies tucked neatly under your arm. With your free hand, you carefully wipe away the beads of sweat on your brow. Despite the heat, a certain aroma or stillness about the summer air tells you that the peak of the season is over. Soon, the tree branches will weigh heavily with fruit and the crisp cool autumn wind will blow away their leaves. With this in mind as you approach a fork in the road, you turn left instead of right to take the more scenic route home.
Unexpectedly, the crowds of bluebottles and stumpy bushes soon turn into trees, which begin to interrupt the dusty dirt path in front of you. Nevertheless, you are sure that you've walked this way before and increase your pace, eager to get home to your neopets. But instead of clearing out, the trees grow taller and closer together. Their roots and shrubs cover the now narrow path and their branches reach out over you, gradually blocking out the sun. Pausing, you press your palm to your forehead again, this time feeling the perspiration of unease. You turn towards where you came from, but the forest undergrowth seems to have erased the way back. "Great," you mumble to a tree, "My stubbornness seems to have gotten me into trouble again." Ultimately, you reason that if you continue to walk in a straight line long enough, you'll eventually stumble across a neighborhood or road on the other side.
As you fight your way through broken branches, you try to ignore the darkening patches of sky and the slow fall of temperature. The forest is eerily silent: Shouldn't you hear birds twittering or crickets chirping? Even the trees seem grayer and more taciturn than normal ones. You stop again, feeling flustered and trying to swallow the irrational desire to scream.
Suddenly, the feel your grip on your package begin to loosen. You clutch it closer to your side, but the package seems to refuse, growing heavier and heavier. You realize that you're not alone. Quick faint breaths surround you and tiny fingers press against your back and pull your arm away. Disoriented, you look downwards, only to see two small usuls making off with your cookies. "HEY!" You scream. "Come back with those!"
You begin to chase after them, but a log maliciously trips you and you fall face first into a puddle of thick mud. Unabashed, you quickly pick yourself up and race after the high-pitched giggles ahead. There is no way you are showing up at home late and muddy without cookies, you decide. You relentlessly pursue the neopets through the forest, doing your best to weave through the foliage. Stretching your arms out in front of you, you push away looming branches and vines. Awkwardly, you jump over logs and stumps and run recklessly through brushes.
After several long minutes of pursuit, you finally seem to catch up with the usuls and their irritating tinkering laugher. You double up, placing your hands on your knees for support, and try to catch your breath. "You...there...giveme...back," you gasp. The usuls have stopped trying to run entirely, staring at you with quizzical faces, perhaps leisurely wondering what to do next. Despite being less than half of your size, they look at ease, perhaps even amused.
Wide-eyed, you stare back at them in disbelief. "What are they trying to pull," you wonder. Then, with a jolt, you realize that the clearing that you're standing in is filled with neopets: a hooded fire hissi looks at you glumy over a pile of papers, his eyes blood-shot and watery. A large blonde skeith snarls and bares his sharp yellow teeth. All of the neopets' faces mirror the same hostile expresions*. Even in your frozen shock, you realize you've stumbled upon some kind of rogue society (note: a rogue society is a group of neopets without an owner). However, these neopets have obviously domesticated themselves: simple but elegant huts are dexterously fashioned on the gigantic trees and a number of large smooth rocks circle the clearing, indicating a meeting place. A cooking pot bubbles loudly on a stoked fire and releases a strong savory smell. There are even detailed maps and painted pictures hung around the area.
You are about to say something, but the skeith leaps up and tackles you in one swift motion. "RARRRGHHH!" you yell instead, now very afraid.
Don't worry about this one, Marry," a low, but clear voice says.
Grunting, Marry slowly gets up, making sure to step on you as much as possible. You immediately sit up, clutching your chest to keep your lurching heart from breaking any ribs. After several moments of frantic gasping, you slowly return to your senses and look up at the tree houses, towards the creature that spoke. At first, you see only a pair of luminous eyes. Beautiful eyes.
Framed with thick black lashes, the right eye is the color of amethyst and left eye is the color of copper, when firelight hits it. Gradually, their owner emerges: a small dark brown and green xweetok with spikey, jet-black, hair and black wings. Yellow-white markings line the forelegs and sides and form a thin crescent moon below the right eye. The xweetok is truly lovely, lovely enough to be a girl, but there is something distinctly masculine about his posture.
He saunters out from the shade and leaps into the air, using his wings to guide himself toward you. With a soft "thud" he lands at your feet and puts a paw on your leg.
What do we have here?" He asks loudly. "A human?" He tilts his head back to look at you through half-closed eyes. A crooked smile cuts across his delicate features like a splinter in a diamond. "Congratulations!" He barks. "You've found us!"
While you gape at him, the rest of the neopets roar with laughter, even though what he said wasn't funny. The xweetok seems amused by your startled expresion and his smile widens into a grin. "'Us' being Writt's clan," he continues. "And Writt being me. I run the best company of brigands in Neopia."
You try to comprehend this small neopet's words...brigands...as in, bandits?
Oops, have I said too much?" Writt asks mockingly. He cocks his head to one side, his shiny hair falling neatly out of his eyes. "As if this operation is a secret anymore. As if everyone important isn't already in my pocket." He pauses to gaze musingly around his domain. Then, abruptly: "Stay for dinner. I'm sure you have nothing better to do."
Surely he is playing games with you. You mumble something about getting lost, the possessed forest, and how you would really appreciate it if someone pointed you in the right direction to get out.
He laughs, rips open your package, and eats an aisha cookie.
*This word is spelled incorrectly, because for some reason I can't publish the page when it's spelled correctly. o_o;
Name: Writt
Species: Xweetok
Gender: Male
Age: 17 years
Origin: Unknown, possibly once Eastern Forest based on coloring
Blood relations: Unknown
Love: lol
Hair: Black
Eyes: Right-purple, left-orange/gold
Fur: Shiny layered black, olive, brown, and tan
Appearance: Despite being classified as a faerie, aspects of his appearance are distinctly earthen. His coloring is muted green, like most unmagical forests, and his frame, though small and slight, is covered with wiry muscles. Thus, his wings seem more like a decoration or symbol of status than means of flight. While his eyes are beautiful in their own right, something about them puts the lingering viewer on edge; perhaps their opposite colors imply conflict or perhaps they are too keen, lacking the vacant innocence of most air creatures.
Personality: Writt's personality is the breakdown of a stereotype. While his small size and delicate features make him seem meek or refined, he speaks and acts boldly, even when he's wrong. Confidence is 50% of truth, right? However, this is not to say that he's wrong very often; his natural alertness and careful appraisal of situations serve him well, especially in the business he's in.
While many believe his activities are governed by an appetite for power, Writt doesn't have these "internal driving forces" or long term purposes. At times, it seems he lives each moment as a separate lifetime. Everything he does, especially the sudden, disconnected, and out of context, can only be explained by a love for excitement and quest for short-term amusement. Concepts like malevolence are lost to him; if he is ever rude of hostile, it's because the time calls for it, not because it's a part of a greater scheme. However, his unfocused mindset allows him to have a sense of humor. He appreciates witt (not just because it looks like his name), sarcasm, dry humor, and crass humor, especially in insignificant realms. Additionally, he harbors a number of strange interests and hobbies, such as wandering the forest for days on end and "surprising" travelers.
Despite Writt's obvious indifference to end results, he is still a natural leader. His followers don't grovel at his feet because he represents their great "vision," but because they admire him and his eccentricities. His odd perspectives and apparent disconnectedness from society astound them. As his followers, they get a taste of his excitement and personal charisma. However, it doesn't hurt that most of his risky ideas are successful.
So, you've decided you'd like to learn a bit more about me? Well, here's my story... told by me. Obviously, it will be biased and I'm not trying to be objective here. Read the papers if you like, but this is the world as I know it.
Chapter 1: The Slums
I grew up on the streets of Rivslow, the neighborhood tucked safely out of view on Roo Island. At that time, it was infested with minor criminals, clown freaks, and, of course, "gangs of misguided youth." For most creatures my age, the gang was the standard way of living, a sort of demented family that kept you from starving, but not fed. But I wanted no part of those. I hated their inept hierarchies, which were based on brutality and strength rather than skill. There was no way I was giving a share of my spoils to a witless ogre-lord. If he wanted a taste of my brilliance, he had to answer to me first.
While I scorned gangs, I wasn't completely antisocial. My best friend and partner in crime, was a yellow Cybunny named Twee. For a pet that's notorious for being fluffy and cute, he was especially gangly and awkward-looking. His face wasn't small, but it was reduced to two bulging chocolate-brown eyes and a wide buck-toothed smile. Nevertheless, he had an optimistic and caring nature, which made him approachable. I suppose that was one of our main differences. It's not that I'm mean or aloof by default, I just don't put in the effort to be nice or personable. It also didn't help that I simply looked different than everyone else. My odd coloring and refined features drew a lot of attention, good and bad. Fundamentally, though, I was an outsider and my indifference to the fact made me someone most neopets didn't associate with. But, anyway, Twee amd I complimented each other. He was never as bright as me, but he was faster and more grounded, so while I did most of the planning, he did the trickier bit of execution for our small raids.
Unlike most of the neopets in Rivslow, we ate well. And with our stomachs full, we were happy too. I never had any moral qualms with stealing. It's true that I was a product of my environment, the less than beneficent Roo Island government, but it was it was never about revenge or redistributing wealth. I wanted the challenge, the rush, the win. It was usually pretty exciting too. Whenever we found a new way in or invented a new diversion, the store or home owners caught on after a few weeks (it varied depending on how stupid they were), and we'd have to change our strategy again. Maybe my odd take on stealing was the reason I never started my own gang; I never saw the point. Twee, on the other hand, thought it'd be nice to take in some of the more pathetic pets. He had a big heart, but I had a strong will, and usually he let me have my way, another reason why our duo worked out.
Chapter 2: The Game
In my twelfth or thirteenth year, a din rose over the town, like flies buzzing around fresh garbage on a hot summer day. Everyone was gossiping and whispering about the new game in town, though no one seemed to know how to get in or even how to play. In Rivslow, there were always a lot of strange things happening, but this one had to be big, risky, with high stakes to drive the gang members from their constant struggle for sustenance to talking about it. Of course it made me curious too. Excited for something new, I decided to find out exactly what this game was all about. (character. less naive...more caring)
Chapter 3: The Evolution
Chapter 4: The Clan
I don't know what most neopets consider their "family" these days. Their blood relations? Their owners other pets? The word has been warped in so many ways, it's obsolete. The only thing I'm sure about is my clan, the pets that will follow me off of a cliff. If you're looking to learn more about Cathe's pets, this isn't the place to do so.
Twee - Through some trick of fate, Twee has been with me from the beginning. When I look at him, I really feel the weight of our adventures. A lot has happened, you know? His transformation from the sunny white bunny to what his is today isn't really my fault, but I somehow feel responsible. He's probably the only creature alive that I feel unconditionally obligated to...that's a little nostalgia talking. Twee still plays a role in our operations, but it's mostly behind the scenes. Most of the members have never even seen him. I can tell he's really tortured by it, especially since he used to lead the raid. But there's not really much I can do at this point. His skin simply can't touch sunlight.
 Anshou - Honestly, Anshou is a pretty miserable creature. He constantly looks like he just bit the inside of his cheek and needs a hug. Don't get me wrong. It's not that I dislike the guy, he's just a really easy target to make fun of. I used to try to figure out what made him so unhappy, but eventually I grievingly accepted that his story is one of the few things I can't figure out. Despite his somber demeanor, he's actually a really valuable addition to the group. He doesn't say much - a hugely redeeming quality in the company of so many chatterers - and he gets important work done. "Anshouka" means "code" in Japanese...and that's all I care to tell you. |
 Devoted Follower Monkey #1 - DFM #1 thinks everything I touch turns into solid gold. (In other words, we don't know who this character is yet. But, oh yes, they are devoted. And not depressed. PROMISES.) |
 Devoted Follower Monkey #2 - Even though he doesn't have hair like DFM #1, he certainly has a wider smile! |
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...Coming soon.
As a rule of thumb, I dislike anything that only walks back on two legs. This tells me one of two things: that it's a neopet, who thinks too highly of himself to dirty his paws, or that it's human. Don't give me that look - I'm not completely unreasonable. I do make exceptions...when I'm in the mood for them.
In fact, there's one human girl that I allow to come here quite a lot. Her name is Cathe, short for Catherine, and she's low-maintenance enough. For the most part, she comes here to get away from the stress of papers, exams, and other school-related stuff. I guess she sort of sees Neopia as an outlet for creativity? That's only when she's not napping, listening to bad music, or tripping over random objects though. *snicker* I guess you could say she's a bit of a procrastinator, but she knows what's important and is a huge perfectionist when it comes to those things.
Her main focus here is us of course. She likes to keep us groomed and well-fed - I guess that's what humans are useful for. But more importantly, she really likes to draw us and even make comics. She's really not that funny, but once she did manage to get into the Neopian Times. She hopes to make better comics in the future, but otherwise, competitions like the beauty contest aren't really important to her. Maybe the lack of her competitive spirit (or laziness) is also the reason she's poor and fails at restocking. ^^ But instead of trying to get better, she spends a lot of time at her guild, Shukumei, which is full of other artists and roleplayers. They have the reputation of being a bit elitist, but they seem pretty modest and helpful, for humans anyway. Well, you should just go talk to her if you want to know anything else about her or the guild.
Neomail her here and find her art page here.
A growing collection of Cathe's work. Drag and drop into the address bar to view!
Descriptions (from left to right):
1 One of the first images drawn of me.
2 Cathe really wanted to try drawing me in a different style, so she ended up making me look like the cover of a Vogue magazine. For the record, my hair is not all styled like that and my collar is sleek, not poofy.
3 If you hadn't guessed, this one isn't me. It's a rough sketch of Twee that neither he nor Cathe likes very much... so I guess it some how ended up on my gallery? I've stopped trying to understand the logic of it.
4 Me leaping off of something. Cathe successfully managed to draw something other than the side view! I look kind of scared though, as if I'm running from something. Obviously, that must change.
5 Ah, youth. Twee and I when we were young.
From people who love me. c:
Descriptions (from left to right):
1From Miki! Thanks so much.
2From Zim! Hey, I'm pretty cute.;)
3From Ellen! Someone who captured my true greatness
I admit, I followed a trend by letting Cathe do adoptables. She usually finds them annoying, but for some reason these ones were fun? Maybe it's the pudgy legs.
o Please link back!
Customs are currently...
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Trades: open/closed
Waiting list
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The swamp xweetok, Laboryne.
Cathe tries to only display her best work, so that she seems like an okay artist, but really 90% of her work is total crap. I put some on display here so we can make fun of her together!
It took her several attempts to even get the cartoon version of me right. xD (Yes, these are actual attempts to draw me. And don't get excited. I promise I won't look this cute again...)
Ah, the first successful blooper drawing on an unsuccessful layout!
Like I said, if you thought this layout was too girly for me, take a look at this one. I can't decide whether to go blind from the brightness or vomit.
She tried to do a drawing of me from a different angle... which of course resulted in failure. (:
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