Space or click- there are 2 art pieces! Bio---- *Name- Coyote *Gender- Male *Pronouns- He/him *Sexuality- Gay. straight up gay. don't hate lgbtq+ kids. *Species- Cat *Personality- Kind and sweet, quiet, jumpy, loves the stars with all his heart. *Backstory- Coyote was special. From the start of prep school, anycat could tell he was... different. Coyote was creative and kind, and seemed to never ever cause trouble. He was smart, too. Straight A's, every class. Coyote was, well, a Star Student. But, for any normal cat, he was a show-off and a teachers kit. Soon, everycat would be whispering behind his back, and telling rumours. This soon got to Coyote, and really injured his self esteem. Coyote had no one to lean on. School work had become all he focused on. No cat was his friend. This soon led Coyote into a depressed-like state. He thought everything was over until his fateful day in class. "Please welcome our newest student, Dash. Say hi, everyone." The teacher spoke, unexcited. The class sort of groan/grumbled a reply. Dash seemed to wince. "Here... all the tables are full... would anyone be alright with adding a chair to the table for Dash to sit at?" The teacher blankly asked. The class stared around. The two other cats at Coyote's table were gone... "He can sit here!" Coyote called. "Alright... well... go sit Dash..." The teacher grumbled. Dash quickly grabbed his bag, and wobbled over to Coyote's table. "Hi..." Dash said. "Hi..." Coyote replied, "Where you from?" "Over the mountains.. A little town called Roanoke." Dash sighed a little. He was a pretty tabby cat, with browns throughout his fur running along his back, with white for his underbelly and a spot on his chin. Complicated stripes ran down Dash's back, and two stripes that looked like teardrops from his eyes. Coyote caught himself staring. "You-" Coyote was interrupted by the teacher. "Time to start class. Today we are covering multiplication and division in fractions. Were going to BLAH BLAH BLAH." She droned on and on. Coyote glanced over towards Dash. Dash's fur seemed to gleam. Once school was over, Coyote opened up his computer. He typed, 'What does it mean' Delete. 'How to tell' Delete. /What do I search.. ARG what is This/ He thought. Things were running through his mind. When he looked at Dash- no. no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no NO. This could not happen. Not here not now... vvvvvv You see, there school may not be the best, but it was strict. This was set in a time before (at least in this world) when cross-gender liking was well, not liked. Coyote was in a hard place, fur-sure. vvvvvv A few days passed, and it was finally Friday, and a long break. They had the next week off. Because of seating, Dash and Coyote were partners for all of the projects, and had to do everything together. They were actually friends, both calm and smart, and in need of someone else.
Art- Mee @LPS-Collie Character- @Gacha_FnafQween Music- Nighttime from Tiny Wings
