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Ticker the Flufferkins


The Harvest Neela
Owner: Trithie

Age: 7 years, 8 months, 2 weeks

Born: February 28th, 2012

Adopted: 2 years, 6 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: April 22nd, 2017

Pet Spotlight Winner
September 19th, 2018


  • Level: 42
  • Strength: 105
  • Defense: 100
  • Speed: 100
  • Health: 107
  • HP: 107/107
  • Intelligence: 102
  • Books Read: 102
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed

She walked through the forest; her forest. Ever so softly, her hooves making barely any noise through the brittle leaves on the ground. She was a ghost, hidden amongst the trees.

The trees in her forest would often tell her stories; sharing the memories of their long lives. She would listen to every one of them, and while they often repeated stories, each had their own perspective on events.

She nuzzled one tree with her velvety nose, this one was perhaps her favourite out of the whole forest. It wasn’t the oldest, it wasn’t the tallest or the straightest. But it had a unique perspective of the world that she appreciated.

She felt the tree reach out to her mind, and accepted it into her own. The forest immediately turned dark, it was the middle of a storm. The worst the forest had seen in years. Winds buffetted the trees about, while rain pounded their trunks and branches. The small creatures of the forests had sought shelter, but one poor lain hadn’t made it back quickly enough. It tried helplessly to fly towards its nest, but eventually was thrown back into the trunk of her tree. Luckily, her tree had a small knot that was big enough for a hiding place for the bird.

She retreated from her tree, thanking it for the story. She moved on, aimlessly wandering from tree to tree, each reaching out to her mind trying to speak to her. Some she allowed, some she did not. She saw a small wyllop, running from an noktoa before being snatched up into the air. She saw humans, hiking through the forest. Another human, climbing up one of the trees, breaking its branches carelessly.

Finally, she found herself at the oldest tree in the forest. It was gnarled with age, but it was beautiful in it’s own way. She had tried to listen to its stories so many times, but many of them were so painful she hadn’t been able to listen to the end. Stories of other trees being chopped down around it. The lightning strike that had split it’s trunk so many years ago. And the forest fire. That was the hardest. She had felt the heat, the smoke. Seen the forest creatures running from the flames, some swallowed up if they weren’t quick enough. The aftermath, when the tree had seen its fellows burned to cinders, dead. She couldn’t bear the anguish. But this time, she would try. Perhaps this time, she would finish the story.

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Pet Treasure

Fairy Garden Tree House

Magical Walnut Tree

Dying Leaf

Moss Leaf Vine

Willow Twig

Partridge in a Pear Tree

Magical Orange Tree

Tangled Leaves and Vines

Little Reds Dropped Branch

Forest Spirit Leaf

Magical Lemon Tree

Magical Pear Tree

Bonsai Leaves

Fresh Sequoia Pinecone

Peculiar Green Leaf

Fallen Waxy Leaves

New Growth

Mossy Tree Bark

Herbal Medicinal Wood

Deadroot Kindling

River Mud

Grassland Warrior Bleak Bog Mud

Crunchy Leaf Litter

Growing Petal Branch

Sunset Fallen Leaf

Birch Cross Section

Fir Cross Section

Teak Cross Section

Overgrown Stump

Sprouting Mushrooms

Growable Blob Beanbag






Natural Stepping Stones





Pumpkin-Eating Bear

Sugar Cube Thief




Natural Pond Leaves


Red Winged Blackbird

Camp Jay

Wire Crested Thorntail

Gildish Nestegg

Wooly Caterpillar

Spring Bearer

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