Inkwell:

CHARRIE EXCHANGE!!!! is a new thread, created by Joss. Here, you can create charries for other people to use! People may then ask the creator of a charrie for it's use, and if given permission, you may then use it!

Charries may be any species, and may have any powers! 

Joss said, "When you give someone a charrie, they have full permission to use it in public, not just for personal reasons. You can make up your own terms, like "I want you to put my name in acknowledgments if your book gets published." You can also use charries for videos and such, like in a YouTube Channel *CoughcoughineedcharriesforaTYseriescoughcough*"

Here's a charrie made by Natalie!

Name: Baer Leift (pronounced: Bear Left)

Age: 13: in 7th grade, Female

Personality: Introvert, very shy, usually only hangs out with her animals

Background: Lives on a farm. She loves the animals, and they love her. She does all of the jobs with the animals, and-luckily for her-her whole family is vegetarian. 

Appearence: Blue eyes, wavy/curly brown hair (either both or one, you can choose), pale skin.

Powers: (You can exclude this) Ability to transform into land animals and talk to them in either form (ex: dog, horse, elephant, etc.)

Problems: She isn't good at making friends, because she spends all of her time with animals.

Family: She has a 10-year-old brother named Noah, a 16-year-old sister named Mara, a mom named Jen, and a dad named Mark (you can add other people to the family too).

Friends: She has only a few, but she has many animal friends. Some name ideas for humans: Kelly Sun, Ella Seid. Some name ideas for horses: Sparkle, Speedy, Tally

Enemies: You can choose

Goals: Have a farm when she grows up, you can make up others

Favorites: ANIMAL: Horse (she is very good at riding them) COLOR: Grass Green FOOD: Dark Chocolate

Other: You can add this yourself, if you want to.

The link for this thread is here:

http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/inkwell/node/224476

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Kyngdom:

Some CBers may be wondering what's going on in Kyngdom, but simply don't want to try and figure what's going on.

The story so far:

In the beginning, charries received a letter from Professor Cornelia Hornshaw at the Brazen Inquiry Guild (B.I.G.). She reached out to them and several other young scientists because they were part of the Cypher Labs team that created the Cypher, the first device to let humans understand animal speech. (Dr. Sheepshank was the founder of Cypher Labs.)

Hornshaw and B.I.G. were offering charries a job researching a mysterious object that had something to do with animals. And someone, or something, had scrawling “DON’T TAKE THE JOB” in the corner of the letter. Many of charries joined, and many of them took the scrawled advice and looked for more information.

One of the Cypher Labs kids, Charlie W., received a letter written on tree bark, supposedly by a young crow called Little Crow. The letter asked for help rescuing Zephyra, Little Crow’s aunt and apparently an important figure among the animal spies. She had been outside the Fur and Feather Association (F.A.F.A.) animal spies’ favorite hangout, the Bog & Burrow Inn, when B.I.G. agents captured her and took her to their laboratory on the top of Bleak Peak. Zephyra herself lived on top of Meek Peak, where she had been training Little Crow in advanced flight and combat techniques.

Little Crow, Charlie W., F.A.F.A. spies, and many other charries joined forces to rescue Zephyra. The mission took a few weeks to organize, and Storm Windwhisperer took the lead in planning it. F.A.F.A., which was the first animal spy organization, held some meetings. Some spies drew floor plans of the lab. Other spies mapped the land of Kyngdom. 

During the planning, Charlie received a coded note. It was signed "Z," who turned out to be Zephyra. She revealed that B.I.G. would soon learn the secret of the Power of Wing, and she said something cryptic about protecting other Powers and warning other Guardians.

Charlie also toured the B.I.G. headquarters, along with the rest of the Cypher Labs scientists. He snuck away from the group and managed to snap photographs of a dossier on Zephyra (or “Female Crow #47215,” as they called her), as well as some laboratory notes on the Power. B.I.G. didn’t seem to know much about Zephyra or the Power, but they were working hard to figure it all out.

Finally, the rescue mission happened. Five teams infiltrated B.I.G. and liberated Zephyra. They also recovered a decoy Power of Wing. Professor Hornshaw, needless to say, was not happy.

Zephyra relaxed at her home on Meek Peak for a few days, and then she addressed the spies. She revealed that she is the Guardian of the Power of Wing, which means she was sworn to protect it. She revealed that there are many other Powers and many other Guardians to go with them. She revealed that B.I.G. still had the real Power of Wing, and that it was a flute-like instrument that she had guarded her whole life. According to Zephyra, if B.I.G. figured out how to activate the Power, they would unleash an unknown mythical winged beast. She also revealed that there was a Power of Claw guarded by a badger who lived in a petrified forest in southern Kyngdom—explaining the “DIG UNDER THE STONE TREE” message some found in your Cricket Magazines.

The Brazen Inquiry Guild eventually learned the secret of the Power of Wing, probably from a double agent—an animal or human getting information directly from F.A.F.A. and other spy groups and feeding it to the human scientists.

B.I.G. used this information to activate the Power of Wing, according to audio intercepted by a blogger named Techibeetle, who hacked into their HQ. It’s unclear exactly how they activated it or who helped them.  They seem to have played the Power like a flute—something you can only do if you have a beak like a bird. The Power summoned a Gryphon, who wreaked havoc on the B.I.G. headquarters and destroyed the nearby town of Brushburn. Zephyra called an emergency F.A.F.A. meeting and asked all animal spies and allies to help her fight or calm the Gryphon. Some started planning.

Meanwhile, Laria managed to snatch the Power of Wing away from Professor Hornshaw, and it was carried off by a bird. Of course, B.I.G. agents punished her dearly for it, even while the walls of their headquarters were crumbling around them. Eventually, human spies working inside B.I.G. managed to free Laria.

Scarlet initiated a fight with the Gryphon and was hurt pretty badly. Then Capense, Storm, Cyl, Capri, Scarlet, Kasumi, Giniva, Rose bud, Little Crow, Zephyra, and others managed to weaken the Gryphon enough to capture it. Some beavers help build a cage to contain the mighty creature. Zephyra called for volunteers to approach it and see what they could learn.

Before they could learn very much, a mysterious creature named Claaws started visiting the Gryphon. The two seemed to know each other from the past. What happened next was a bit cloudy, and might’ve taken place in an alternate universe of sorts—when creatures that powerful get together, the rules tend to shapeshift.  

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Now, to the present!

Many Kyngdom charries are venturing into the labryinth. Charlie W. And Little Crow discovered an unknown tunnel system and invited many others to venture down with them. The badger met with them at the entrance, presenting a piece of bark with letters on them.

The charries discovered a series of gates with a riddle and a code for each one, and are still down there, hoping to reach the end.

Not long ago, Who and Little Crow left for a bit to get supplies, and Who returned-- alone. Little Crow just reappeared, but Who is still being viewed with much suspicion. 

If you wish to start doing Kyngdom, make a charrie here:

http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/kyngdom-new/node/196649

If you wish to join everyone in the tunnels, go here afterwards:

http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/kyngdom-claw/node/222989

Here's a couple RP exerpts! Please tell me which ones you guys like the most!:

1.

~Caroline~ 

Wow.

Just wow.

Both of them are idiots.

I'm quite blunt in my mind. Judging. Rude. So, here I am, being judging and rude.

One, Emma's making a scene. So the teacher pronounces her name wrong. SO? I am a person who learns half of my words from books and mispronounces half of those. People correct me, I get it wrong a few more times, then I grow into it. She can't expect every last person to know Chinese. Hey, I can't pronounce anything Chinese right. I say Ng like what it's spelled instead of Ing (or I used to, until my dad corrected me).

But the teacher's also being an idiot. "But there's a zh there, not a j." Who do you think knows better, the girl who knows Chinese or you? 

Duh.

And my annoyance, like always, slowly grows into a slight fury, so my teeth are clenched as I sit in class. Why did Emma stand up? She could at least protest sitting down. You don't need to lead a full-scale riot because someone mispronounces a really hard name. 

My name? My name is easy. And I actually kind of envy people who have their names mispronounced. I've always wanted to correct a teacher on the pronounciation of my name, but I wouldn't go about it by standing up and pretty much telling off the teacher in front of the whole class.

I don't usually voice my thoughts out loud.

But, says a logical voice at the back of my head. I hate logical voices. If you weren't as rule-abiding as you are, wouldn't you love to stand up and scold a teacher on their use of the Oxford comma?

I would like it, I tell the voice. But I wouldn't stand up and humiliate the teacher in front of the class. I'd just correct it on my worksheet.

What if everyone called you Caroline Praystoon? says the voice. Wouldn't you be ticked off?

That's different. Nobody calls me Praystoon because the pronounciation is obvious. Other languages are not obvious. Remember when I tried learning Irish out of a book, and I gave up after the first page?

There. I've won.

"Caroline Preston?" says the teacher. He's calling attendance out of order again. I don't really care.

"Here."

See?

He said Preh-ston, not Praystoon.

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2.

Kate~ 

Oh my gosh. Shut up. Oh look, I'm thinking it again. What an idiot teacher. "Please make it a habit to be more organized!" I mimic in a high pitched voice, quietly so he can't hear me. "Miss, this is mathematics. You won't be needing this literature!" Arabella hears me and snickers. I make up an acronym for his name, Mr. Blits. "B.L.I.T.S.- Biggest Loser In The School." I smile, then take out my textbook before he yells at me. Emma is blabbing to Emily about how math shouldn't be taught the way it is. Some boys are shooting spitwads at the chalkboard, and I silently applaud them. One boy glances at me and motions for me to throw some, too. Ew, no. I would love to annoy Mr. Blits, but I am more mature than throwing spitballs.

My way of annoying him will be practical and well thought out.

I tune out Mr. Blits's pointless lecture. It's aimed at Arabella, I can tell, because he keeps talking about neatness and orginazation. I personally don't care. When he starts talking about what he's supposed to be teaching, I'll pay attention. "Orginazation is an important skill for young people to learn." He says. Yes, I think as a few ideas pop into my head. My plan will be very organized. 

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3.

~Hannah~

"Young lady!" snaps the voice. Seriously people? Have you not figured out rules to keep you from getting into trouble, but still able to read?! "Do you find this trash acceptable?"

Well, what book is it? Maybe then we can discuss terms of ransom. 

~~(Same charrie, different post)

Emma comes up to me after class. "We're going to prank Mr. Blits," she says, gesturing to those around her. 

"Why are you asking me?" I say defiantely. "Because you carry classics in your bag," she says brusquely. "Sharp eye, eh?"

She nods. "So are you going to help?" I sigh. "Fine. What are we gonna do?" She rolls her eyes. "We're going to play a prank on Mr. Blits."

"What kind of prank? When? Who? Are you in charge? Because you look like you are, and yet you don't know."

"I guess I am in charge," she admits begrudgingly. "But, details, details." I put my hands on my hips. "You need an organizer."

"Who? You?" she asks incredulously. "Yeah. Me."

"Except I don't know about pranking. Maybe we should just grab Skye's book out of the garbage, and wait for Mr. Blits to throw away ... Emily?" Emily nods shyly in the background. "Emily and Caroline's books."

"I mean, he's probably going to do it soon."

"What are we going to do?" Caroline asks.

"Do what?" Someone asks, tapping me on the shoulder. "We're playing a prank on Mr. Blits. Want to help?" I say. Act like you're already part of the group.

The girl nods tentativally. "Will I get caught?" I snort. "No, we're making sure we will be impossible to catch."

Emily glares at me, because I'm obviously taking over her spot. I flash a quick smile at her. "I'm in," the girl says. "Good. We can't do something regular, like putting thumbtacks on his chair. That's boring."

"We're going to need someone who will step up if the prank goes wrong." No one steps forward. "Good. None of you are dumb. Or brave, either."

"So, who are we pranking?" another girl whispers brightly. I jump. Dang, she startled me. "No one!"

Emma says quickly. "Mr. Blits?" I ask. I grin. "Maybe... You know, we could use some help," Someone says. "I'm in," she says.

I sigh. We can't have everyone on in this prank.  

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4.

Amelia~

Let's see. How many fandoms do we have in common? Star Wars, Disney, Drawing, Reading, Fanart, RPing, Crafting, Webkinz, which is crazy because I totally agree with her about the website being horrible now. It's not even fun anymore because you have to get a deluxe membership for everything! Writing, Singing but not in front of people, listening to music, especially those lesser known bands, Warriors, The Hunger Games, Harry Potter, and Marvel. 

"Here, I have to show you this," she says, taking her phone from her pocket. "See?!"

I laugh out loud, something I haven't done at school in a long time. "True that!" I exclaim, surprising myself. That was kind of loud, I think. Oh, gosh, Amelia, this is not a time to stress out over little things. Pull yourself together! I'm probably blushing like crazy. I swear, people probably think I have some kind of skin disorder, with me blushing so often. I stare at my shoes, unsure of what to say.

"So, we both like art." I finally mutter. Duh, Amelia! She literally just said she liked art. But, this is a good topic to start a conversation, at least for me. I could talk about art for hours. "What kind of art do you do?" I ask, adding, "I do a lot of shading. Faces are the hardest to draw for me, but I like to do them because it's a challenge. What about you?" 

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5.

Maggie~I walk into the art classroom, where bright yellow, pink, and blue walls greet me.

"Woah!" I say, startled. The art room at my od school was definately not this colorful. Signs on the walls are everywhere, reminding me how art is freedom of expression, and stuff like that. I look over to the whiteboard, where a bald man is erasing a word, leaving only the letters "me."

Wait a second.

Last I checked, the art teacher was a lady named Ms. Hume.

So what is this guy doing in front of the art class?

I check my list of teachers again. Yep, there she is. Ms. Hume. She can't be gone on the first day! And if she's gone, then who-

"Hi, Maggie!" Amelia says as she bounds through the door. "I can't wait to...um." she looks at me, ducks behind a table, where I follow her, and lowers her voice to a whisper.

"What is Mr. Blits doing teaching an art class?"

"That's Mr. Blits?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

"The one who broke a book's spine?"

"Do you know any other Mr. Blitses?" 

Hannah then walks through the door. "Hi, uh, what! OW!"

"Shhhh!" we say as we pull her under the table.

"Thanks, guys," Hannah says sarcasticly. "I think I just bruised my tailbone."

"Shh! You gotta be quiet!" whisper/yells Amelia. "Look who it is!"

Hannah's jaw drops. "There is no way..." she trails off. "Who asked him to sub in art?"

"Maybe he'll be OK." I say. "Remember, I haven't met him yet, so this is my opportunity to give him a fair chance."

"OK. Sure." Emma? says as she slides under the table. "But believe me, he doesn't deserve it."

"Emma!" says Hannah. Emma acts like WE are the exasperating ones, when really, I am starting to think that she is the queen of annoying.

Suddenly, I realize that we have all crammed under the art table, and that this is kinda crazy. I start to wonder why we are under the table. Suddenly, this whole situation seems weird, and I just want to sit down, and start art.

"Um." I say. Holy cow. Why can't I say something else. 'Um.' makes me sound severely unintelligent. "Okay, guys?" I say. "This is kinda super awkward with all of us crammed under the table. Can we, um, get out?" Augh! I need to stop saying 'Um."

By now students are fileing into the classroom, the perfect moment to slip out, and act normal. We crawl out, and some kids give us some funny looks, but Mr. Blitzkrieg doesn't notice.

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LONGEST THREAD EVER

This thread, in the Inkwell, is a project some CBers have been working on. Its goal is to become the longest thread ever in the Chatterbox. It was created by Balletandbow and its contributors have been Scylla (under a variety of names), Cho, Mei-xue, St. Owl, CL, and many others. Contribute to the thread yourself by clicking on the link! Help us get the thread over 1,300 comments! Thank you.

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Okay. I just now realized how many names I've gone under in that thread-- Rainbow, Scylla, a lot of Pokemon (Treecko, Arceus, Absol, Eevee...), The Rhymer, Alphabet Oracle, Top, Guess me, New Zealand..... 

TOP

Is it too late to join? Well, if I can...

Can I feauture charries? I'll feature 1-3 of my favorite charries that I found in each edition.

Please and thanks!

-Natalie