My stats....

Alias: Anaya
Age: 15
Protector: black_wolf34
Pelt: Brown fur, orange dots on both eyes, two orange
wings, orange paws, orange fur on tips of my ears
Mate: none
Crush: none
Kits: none

What happen in your history?" you ask. Anaya answers: When I was a little kit, my mother and father never talked to eachother. I ran away from home so I wouldn't have to live my life in misery where I can't see my mother. I've decided to leave home so I can't see mother or father.
Roaming the woods I did. Shadows surrounding me and watching my every move. I felt as if eyes were following me. Once I could have sworn that something or someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around, and there was no one there. I live in the open fields. Trees on the left side and trees on the right. I can see the moon and stars shining in the sky.
One night, I awoke with fear. Something or someone tapped on my shoulder and no one was there. I was afraid that one of the shadows have gotten loose out into the fields. It was raining that night. I stood up and searched for the loose shadow
I entered the unsafe woods and searched for which shadow got loose. It was the most dangerous one. I couldn't breathe for a second. I gasped. Hours later, I got tired of searching. The rain was falling hard, it was impossible to see where I was going.
Something past by as fast as lighting. It was so close to me, the next time it passed by, I was hit. Practically killed. I awoke the next morning in the field and I had a bandage on me. "i'm alive?" said I.
I took a little stroll in the woods and I saw that the shadow was back in its place. Someone or something cured and bandaged me.
I looked up into the sky. "Whoever you are, you're my guardian angel" I said with a smile.

What about your family?" "I don't wanna talk about them..." Anaya says with a frown. "Why are you in terror mountian if you live in the plains?" you ask. "To get away from the shadows for a week." "What about your friends?" "I have only one...

Sheila is a pretty good wocky. His name is Sheila because he use to be a femal until the labray hit him and he became a male. He and I are great friends. Our owners already met in neopia. Sheila is a ghost wocky, but somehow, he still lives. It's pretty confusing, but I don't care.

Do you have clones?" "No, but people do love giving me stuff." Anaya takes out a piece of your paper and she draws the pictures of the toys people giver her, with her teeth.

Can you draw?" Anaya draws a little picture in the snow....

Do you have a crush on anybody?

.....No.....

Can I come back?

Not yet...

Anaya looks at you. "I better go. I'm getting hungry" you said. Anaya smiles. As you climb down the mountain, Anaya spreads her wings and flies off.