MY account :o (now) — Due date is June 5! (Maybe longer :I) - What’s a DTA? D - Draw T - To A - Adopt ( POV stands for 'point of view' (IF YOU DON'T KNOW) ) - How can I enter? Just remix the project with your entry! You can ask if you want :I - Rules: -No traced/stolen art! Your entry will not be counted :o -No bases/gacha/picrew -No guilt-tripping/putting others down -Feel free to enter for multiple characters, but you can only win one (Unless I decide otherwise) -You can change the design/species, as long as the character is recognisable -I would prefer if you made your entry a remix, it would be easier to keep track of . -Plz make their personalities fit a little with their POVs in the credits. It would be very appreciated. -Have fun! - How to raise your chances: -Shade! -Animate! -Make a backstory! Remember, quality over quantity! Designs: 1. Mirelingpaw 2. Snorripaw 3. Brackenpaw Art, designs, and base by me. Colour pallets from Google. Do not steal, trace, reference, or recolor my art in any way! -"Better version" by AI- OV Tysm and have an amazing day/night! Stay safe!
I MIGHT add more characters or extend the deadline. POVS: Brackenpaw\Bracken (POV) Silence is my shield, but it is also my cage. I don't talk much. It’s easier that way—less chance of saying the wrong thing, less chance of being noticed. Most cats think I’m weak because of it… but they don’t see how hard I train when no one’s watching. I don’t need them to. Snorri does, though. She sees me—really sees me—and somehow that makes everything feel less heavy. When I’m with her, I don’t feel like I have to hide as much. Still… I’m scared. Scared I won’t be strong enough when it matters. Scared I’ll lose the only cat who makes me feel like I belong. Snorripaw / Snorri (POV) I know I’m strange. Quiet and awkward one moment, then too loud, too much the next. Most cats don’t stick around long enough to understand me—and maybe that’s for the best. But Bracken stayed. He always stays. Around him, I can laugh too loudly, say the wrong things, be me without feeling like I’m breaking something. I think… I think I care about him more than I should. More than I’m allowed to. I know it’s dangerous, this thing between us. But I’d rather risk everything than go back to feeling alone again. Mirelingpaw / Mire (POV) I like listening more than talking. It’s easier to lie that way—to just be there for Brackenpaw and Snorri when they need someone to talk to. They think I’m soft… harmless, even. I don’t mind. If they really knew the truth, they wouldn’t look at me the same way. I carry it every day, this secret, like a stone in my chest. I tell myself I’m protecting them by staying quiet—but sometimes I wonder if I’m just waiting for everything to fall apart. It’s a confusing feeling—part of me hates them for being so happy, but another part of me can't imagine living without them. I loathe them, yet I am stuck to them.… which is exactly why the truth could destroy us. "Better version" - AI- For better understanding - I do not like using AI but I was concerned on how hard my writing was to understand. ( Bear with me T-T ) Brackenpaw Silence is my shield, but it is also my cage. I’ve learned that if I keep my mouth shut, no one can pick on me or use my words as a weapon. Most of the cats in my Clan look at me with pity. They think I’m too quiet and too weak to be a real warrior, like a shadow that would simply disappear if the sun got too bright. But they don't see what I do at night. They don't see me practicing my pounces until my muscles burn and my paws are sore, training long after everyone else is snoring in their nests. I don't care what they think, but Snorri is different. When she looks at me, the heavy feeling in my chest goes away, and I feel like I can finally breathe. She is the only one who sees the hard work I hide. Still, a cold fear follows me everywhere. I’m terrified that when a real fight happens, I won’t be strong enough to protect her. I’m scared I’ll lose the only cat who makes me feel like I actually belong here. Snorripaw I’ve always felt like I’m made of pieces that don’t quite fit together. One minute I am as quiet as a falling leaf, and the next I’m a loud, crashing thunderstorm that makes everyone else flinch. I know I can be "too much" for most cats. I see them take a step back when I get excited, or roll their eyes when I say the wrong thing. It usually feels like I’m a puzzle no one wants to solve. But Bracken stayed. He didn't run away when I was loud, and he didn't judge me when I was clumsy. When I’m with him, I don’t feel like a mistake that needs to be fixed. I know that being this close to him is dangerous—it’s like a tiny spark in a field of dry grass. One wrong move and we could both get burned. But the cold feeling of being alone is much worse than any fire. I would rather risk everything with him than go back to that lonely, empty silence. Mirelingpaw The other cats think I’m a soft place to land. They see me as a good listener, someone who always has a kind word or a gentle touch when things get too loud. I let them believe that lie because it makes my life easier. It is surprisingly simple to trick people when you just let them believe whatever they want. I sit between Bracken and Snorri like a friendly ghost, watching them and listening to their secrets. Inside, I am carrying a secret that feels like a heavy, jagged stone in my chest. I tell myself that I’m keeping quiet to protect them, but sometimes I think I’m just waiting for the world to break. It’s a confusing feeling—part of me hates them for being so happy, but another part of me can't imagine living without them. I loathe them, yet I am stuck to them. That is why the truth is so scary. If I ever let my secret out, it would be like a bomb going off, and there would be nothing left of us.
