Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27600777-20171024230027/@comment-32004538-20171026181112

Silver groaned as yet again that day, the doorbell rang. She padded over, peeking through the keyhole to see a giraffe, an arctic wolf, and a lion. She sighed, opening the door and warily glancing at them. "Ye -"

Before she could even manage one word, the lion immediately pounced. "OMG! Hey, Silver!" It took her a second to realize that this was a lioness, and that the 'mane' had actually been a customized silver wreath. "I wanted to give you this gift..." The blue lioness slipped it off with ease and handed it over. "You're my role model, you know?" the lionesss said shyly. "Anyway, I'll let my friends give their gifts." The lioness smiled slightly. "I'm Shy Pinkstar, but everyone just calls me Shyla."

Silver nodded. "Thank you, Shyla."

Next was the giraffe. Bending down, they held out an action figure. She blinked as she realized it was her, frozen in the middle of a yowl. "A friend of mine does cosplay," he said nervously. "But there's also tons of pictures of you, so it was relatively easy to make."

She accepted it with a smile. "I'll put it on my desk," she promised, admiring the detail. It captured her fur blowing ever so slightly, and was almost the exact color of her fur. "Thanks..." She paused.

"Er, Dancing Zanyhoof," he mumbled. "But like Shyla, everyone just calls me by Leaf."

"Thanks, Leaf."

The arctic wolf practically bounded up to her. "OMG! Silver, it's you!" She whipped out her iPawd and in a flash, Silver was now on her screen. "Totally posting this to Twitter," she sang, paws flying. Only there was something deep about her voice. Silver blinked, staring, before nearly gasping. This arctic wolf was a male. Her fur was likely smoking from embarrasment.

"Anyways, here," he said, passing over two rare long spikes. "Traded tons of stuff for them so I could give them to you. My name's Daring, by the way, Daring Smartclaw." He winked. "Enjoy."

"Uh...thanks?" she muttered, staring at them. She looked up to see him whipping out a top hat, bowing. He then turned and walked away. Stunned, she watched them jump up and down in excitement before heading inside.

She set down the wreath and spikes, wincing as one got her paw ever so slightly. She kept the action figure and walked on over to her desk, setting it down. She admired the way her Freedom Fox Hat blowed in the wind, and how her heart locket had every little design, and how the leaves on her Jamaaliday Leg Armor looked real.

(Her look had changed since the maze. You didn't expect her to keep the same stuff, did you?)

With a yawn, she padded back over to her bed - again, since talking with others was tiring - and purred as she slipped away into dreamland.