I've got a short while left before my fawn grows up, and I'm deciding on his final design, but I've looked over the pelt selectors posted here, and seen the adult deer, and run around the forest... I've had a lot of pelts cast on my fawn, and most of them I recognize on adult deer, but not all! My fawn has been turned purple, blue-on-blue stripes (Not the blue with gold pelt), and also a gorgeous reddish with blue spirals, as near as I can tell. I've had these pelts cast on my fawn repeatedly, yet I've never once seen those pelts appear on an adult deer. Are these fawn-only pelts or are they special? I'd just like to know what the story is on these, especially since I like that last one I described.

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As many of you know, I posted back in October about my dog having cancer. She has a malignant tumour in her right nasal cavity growing into her brain. It started with a nosebleed, then seizures. We got a CAT scan of her brain, finally, which led us to finding that. The only way to cure her would be to cut her head open, suck the tumor out, and then give her radiation. There's no guarantee she'd survive.
She's not a very young dog, but she's not very old either. She's 10. Nowadays, that's... old, but not knocking on death's door necessarily. We found out about this the week after I had a bad car accident, so that didn't help. I've gone through so many emotions.. anger, fear, depression, not caring.. and now, I just don't know. Christmas has come and gone, and I just.. really don't care.
I've lost many pets. My last dog I lost to cancer. But she was gone in a week. Kelsie.. I have to watch her every day, and it's so very hard. Especially when I know I can't help her. And she can't tell me "hey, I hurt." Somedays, she just stares at me and I don't know what to do.
I've lost people to cancer. I just.. I don't know.
Since Christmas day, things have been changing with her. I think the tumor is getting bigger, because it's getting harder for her to breathe. I know we'll have to decide soon to let her go and let her be free. It's something I really don't want to think about.
I still remember her as that little puppy in the pound who was sitting in the corner. Brought there because she was accused of being a biter. She had been abused. She's saved our lives twice. She's the best with kids. She's patient. She rarely barks. There will never be another Kelsie.

And I am afraid of that. But I know it has to happen.

If you've read this far, thank you for listening. I really do appreciate it.