Flutterbest a dit :

eheh...sorry...?
yeah blame Siri
tyvm Siri the amaze

;; u.. meanie..
;-; im not soupost to cry ;-;
im soupost to be stong,
i ... ;-; that was amazing btw
(;-; rly what is with me and pagegets today ;-;now let me go aqnd stop crying)

nope not depressing at all

hi

that isn't depressing

but god

the pic is

-

i blame flutty

Wow just wow.

Amazing but thankfully not overly depressing ;;

Cuitdashie a dit :

;; u.. meanie..
;-; im not soupost to cry ;-;
im soupost to be stong,
i ... ;-; that was amazing btw
(;-; rly what is with me and pagegets today ;-;now let me go aqnd stop crying)

Noobforevah a dit :

hi

that isn't depressing

but god

the pic is

-

i blame flutty

^-^" *slowly backs away* eheheheh..............................

Beautyiscool a dit :

Wow just wow.

Amazing but thankfully not overly depressing ;;

^^^^^ I think they would kill me or something if it was too depressing >.> very amazing drawing Siri!
-
vv oh wow thank you so much Squeak! (and yesh Siri is :3)

I can't even....When I made calix (psh 'Made' ikr)
I never knew how far he would come :)

In my heart it was painful but I didn't cry, I just smiled at axel and calix.
Flutty you are an amazing writer and siiri really made it amazing with her art.
I love you guys so much
Thanks for making calix who he is.

(Siiri is an amazing writer too)

Squeakishly a dit :

I can't even....When I made calix (psh 'Made' ikr)
I never knew how far he would come :)

In my heart it was painful but I didn't cry, I just smiled at axel and calix.
Flutty you are an amazing writer and siiri really made it amazing with her art.
I love you guys so much
Thanks for making calix who he is.

(Siiri is an amazing writer too)

well with your amaze character making skills and people like me listening to songs shit happens

flutty's writing rules
ily you too
np i bet this will develop with time but id like to focus on other characters too

(fuck no im not)

--Click it instead ;;--

drew them humanized heads.

without their anthro.

and uh,

mitsuki's hair is a fail gahaaha

Noobforevah a dit :

--Click it instead ;;--

drew them humanized heads.

without their anthro.

and uh,

mitsuki's hair is a fail gahaaha

so amazinngg ahhh

Noobforevah a dit :

--Click it instead ;;--

drew them humanized heads.

without their anthro.

and uh,

mitsuki's hair is a fail gahaaha

opls they all look awesome

Seems cool omo
Gonna read it all <3

This needs the Siri stamp of approval xD (Note: this drabble/back story has minor language and violence)
[quote=Drabble/back story: Yüce and Haru’s friendship.]Welcome back to the pit of-oh well I mean this story isn’t as sad...well perhaps it is, but well we’ll see as we go. Please sit back and enjoy/hate me for writing the story.


Yüce looked around nervously, his back against a wall as he thought of a way to escape. He was a young mouse, but a thoughtful one...a caring one, and yet he had gotten caught up in this horrible mess. His heart throbbed painfully in his chest, beating so fast it was as if it wanted to escape...he wouldn’t blame if it if that was the case. The sound of feet thumping against the floor was heard, and Yüce ducked down, hoping that they wouldn’t look around the corner...hoping they wouldn’t find him again.

“Find the brat!” the harsh voice of his uncle made Yüce shudder, and cover his ears as the tears of painful memories and fears from the present rolled down his furry cheeks.

-Why me...why me...?- Yüce asked in his head. –Why did I have to be involved with this group of thugs? Is this going to be my fate forever? A young mouse never to leave the clutches of evil...I’m just a child...what if I change? What if I don’t stay good, what if I...what if I don’t save Haru?- The mention of the girl in his thoughts made him cry more. Haru, who had arrived not long ago, was a quiet, shy, and scared girl...even younger than him. Yüce remembered when she had been brought in, and the instant need to know why she had been brought here, and a pang of sympathy for her...a want to save her from the destiny of sharing the same horrible life that he led.

“Yüce!” the quiet, urgent voice finally came through despite the paws blocking Yüce’s ears, and snapped him back to the present. He looked up to see the small white furred girl that had just occupied his thoughts, looking at him with big eyes. She put her paw on his, and slowly drew his paw away from his ear. “Why are you doing this? We are merely children, we cannot do anything.” He frowned, and gripped her paw in his.

“If we cannot do anything,” he whispered, staring into her eyes earnestly. “Then why do they care about keeping us here? We can be powerful Haru, we can be brave! My uncle...is the only family...I have left. I don’t want that for you...I want you to see your family again!” Haru’s lips trembled, and she buried her face into Yüce’s furry chest, now crying just as her new friend had moments before. Yüce wrapped his arms around her, but only kept the hug going for a little while, then gently pushed her away.

“We...we have to go now...don’t we?” Haru asked, looking down, sniffling. Yüce nodded, and grabbed her hand again. She took a deep breath, then looked up again with a faint smile. “Alright, let’s go.” Yüce nodded once again, and stood up, gesturing for Haru to do the same. He inched his way along the wall as quietly as a-well a mouse of course. He peeked around the corner, trying to get a clear view through the slits in his mask. When he thought it was clear he quickly led Haru out, desperately looking around for an exit. He suddenly heard the sound of something whistling through the air, then that something thunked against his mask and knocked it slightly awry.
“Yüce!” Haru screamed. Yüce turned, pushing her behind him. He was now facing his uncle, his paw gripping the sword he had stolen before starting this crazy plan.

“You little brat,” his uncle said. “I’ve cared for you all these years, and this is how you treat me?” Yüce bit his lip, and said nothing. His uncle narrowed his eyes, and said, “So be it...you were always just a little piece of crap. I don’t care what happens to you anymore.” He signaled to one of his henchman. The next thing Yüce knew there was an explosion, and his uncle’s block-headed minions were surrounding him and Haru. He held up the sword in his paw, and the weapon flashed in the light of the explosion, as he made many quick movements that he wasn’t even aware of. All this time more bombs were going off, and Yüce found himself nearer and nearer to the exit, still holding Haru. He stumbled out of the building just as a final explosion erupted, and the place he had known as home was destroyed. Yüce collapsed onto the ground, letting go of his weapon to bring his paw up to his eye that had a large cut across it. Haru knelt by him, her eyes misty, and her body shaking as gigantic sobs racked through her body.

“Don’t die Yüce...don’t die,” she said, holding him close to her. “I promise I’ll be brave, and I-I...I promise I’ll be the one protecting you from now on. Just....just don’t die!” These were the last words Yüce heard before he blacked out.

[Back to the time the actual story (New Divide) takes place]


Haru sat cheerfully talking with a sister of hers that had decided to visit. She didn’t say anything about the gray mouse that stared at her through his mask, from far away. Of course she noticed when he slipped away, and turned her head slightly to stare after him.

“I have not forgotten...” she whispered. “Yüce.”[/quote]
Yep, so there's a back story idea for Haru and Yuce. (also lol Siri I just noticed you added a post with back stories)

flutty all of your postings are automatically siiri approved yes ok that was amaze

Flutterbest a dit :

This needs the Siri stamp of approval xD (Note: this drabble/back story has minor language and violence)

Yep, so there's a back story idea for Haru and Yuce. (also lol Siri I just noticed you added a post with back stories)

sees the word yuce
YEP HARU IS GUNNA BE IN HERE YEP YEP YEP
CLAP CLAP CLAP

Sirusthemice a dit :

flutty all of your postings are automatically siiri approved yes ok that was amaze

whoaaa automatic Siri approval, awesome *-* and ty

Iwuvcheesed a dit :

sees the word yuce YEP HARU IS GUNNA BE IN HERE YEP YEP YEP CLAP CLAP CLAP

xD well of course something with Yuce has to have Haru. (most of the time anyways)

;-; im crying.that was amazing
fact: Yuce means suprem.

but flutty, that was truley amazing ;-;

Flutterbest a dit :

and then you mention fire o-o I mean like just...wha? O-O

e: oh I hope that didn't sound rude Siri, rereading it now it does seem a little rude ^^" sorry. It's not a bad thing about the fire thing, I just noticed that both of them had that lol and then she mentioned fire and it was like really weird XD

this
i almost had an explantation for this but then i remebered that siiri's almost burnt down so i was like no

Err...take this. (Has some language)
[quote=Drabble/back story: Ama's bullet]Welcome back to the pit of you-know-what. Today’s story is about *drumroll please* AMA! Please sit back, make yourself at home (ignore all the skulls and pools of tears,) and enjoy the story.

Ama snuck through the dark tribe house, searching for the kitchen where she could find the precious cookie jar. She gave a slight “aha!” when she saw the flimsy shadow of the kitchen doorway. She walked in, and grabbed a stool to help her reach the cookie jar on the counter. After two agonizing minutes of dragging, whining, and sweating she finally got it to the correct place, and she was able to step up and take the jar full of delicious sweets.

“Ama!” Ama winced at her Dad’s voice, and turned around to look at him, her paw still in her mouth as she licked off the cookie crumbs. Her Dad crossed his arms, and waited for an explanation.

“Yes...?” Ama asked, giving him her best “innocent” look.

“What have I told you about eating sweets?” her father asked, and gave a great sigh. He walked over to Ama, and picked her up off of the stool.

“That they’re absolutely delicious and I should never stop eating them!” Ama replied, sticking her tongue out. They were already out of the kitchen when she said this, and her father put her down.

“No, and you know it,” he said. “They’re incredibly unhealthy, and how are you supposed to be a soldier like your daddy if you’re too sick to even stand! If your mother heard of you eating such a-”

“But she won’t will she?! She’s never here, and she never has been!” Ama interrupted, glaring up at him. “And you know it! How am I supposed to even care about what my mother would think about me doing something, when I’ve never even met her?!”

“Go to your room,” her dad ordered his face as hard and emotionless as a rock. Ama groaned, and ran off to her room. When she reached it she slammed the door, and flopped down on her bed.

-He just doesn’t understand! - she thought, hugging her pillow. –He never does! Who said I wanted to be a soldier like him anyways? I like my darn cookies, and I don’t care if it’s childish, I am after all a child!- She stayed this way for a while, glaring at whatever happened to catch her eye.


After a couple of years, she came to realize that she would have to grow up some time, and that it was best to say nothing when she could, instead of blurting out her thoughts constantly. It was on one of these gloomy, dreary, training filled days of her childhood that something big happened.
Ama was zipping through the usual morning obstacle course, her body blurring against the wind at top speed, when she suddenly stopped, and received a full blow in the gut. The ear-piercing shriek of a whistle sounded through the air, and a moment later her dad appeared.

“Ama! What do you think this training is for? Fun or something of that sort? Because it’s not! Focus dear, focus!” he said. Ama stood up, ignoring him, and put her mask over her mouth. “Ama...” She once again ignored him, and looked past his paw that he had begun to wave in front of her face. Just as her dad opened his mouth for another demanding cry of her name, she headed off with a tremendous burst of speed, towards the spot she had seen, the mouse. She barely stopped herself in time before she smacked into a wall. Her black hair billowed around her face, despite the many attempts to keep it away while she looked around.

“Impossible...impossible! How did it leave so quickly?” Ama asked herself quietly, slowly sliding down to the ground. “Or should I say how did she leave so quickly...?” Memories of pictures of her mother that she had been shown when she was little flashed through her mind, as she tried to guess what direction the mouse might’ve taken.

-No...no...it can’t be,- she thought, biting her lip. She stood up, and hastily headed east...towards the housing area of the tribe house. Ama couldn’t get the thoughts of her mother out of her head, and no matter how many things were provided to distract her from this crazy quest, she continued onward. When she reached the rooms she sighed, finding no sign that someone was here.

“You told me you would get the jewel,” this voice sent a chill down Ama’s spine, and she literally had to force herself to go to the window. Looking out she saw the mouse again, and there was no mistaking it...she was Ama’s mother. There was also another mouse, who Ama guessed the voice from earlier belonged to.

“I...I can’t do it,” Ama’s mother said, hanging her head. The other mouse grabbed her arm, and dragged her to him.

“What do you mean you can’t?! You are the top thief and assassin in all of Transformice!” the mouse hissed. “I didn’t hire you for nothing!”

“It turns out you did,” Ama’s mother replied. “I apologize.” The other mouse reaches for something in his belt, and Ama noticed for the first time he carried several weapons. Her eyes widened, and she stood there frozen with shock for a moment.

-My mother...an...assassin? A thief?- she wondered, unable to believe it. She grimaced, and ran to her father’s room, making a promise to herself that she would not let this lying man kill her mother. She reached for her father’s gun, she let the weight of it become comfortable in her hands, then took a deep breath and headed back to the window. The mouse now had his knife against Ama’s mother’s throat. Ama brought the gun up, and aimed it for the mouse’s head, but she couldn’t pull the trigger. –What the hell...? What’s wrong with me? I’ve practiced with guns millions of times, I’m the best shot in the tribe!-That was true...but she’d never actually killed another mouse before.

“Ugh!” Ama cried, and closed her eyes, pushing her finger down on the trigger before her brain could tell her to do otherwise. The shot went off, and she opened her eyes. The shot hit alright, but not the designated target. Ama dropped the gun. “Mother...”
-


“But you can’t leave!” Ama’s father cried. “Why would you even want to?” Ama stopped, and turned to look at her father one last time.

“I am going to join the Freedom Fighters,” Ama said, then walked away from her father, away from her tribe house, and away from her home, as she added a quiet resolution to her answer. “Because I will not let anymore evil mice win, and I will not have any more good ones die.”[/quote]
...I don't think it's really as good as the others blah.