#mice fur is pretty soft

[51nn0n]

This guy again now with lazy coloring 👍 I love drawing his side profile and side profiles in general

#I wanna ruffle his hair #would his hair be soft 🤔 #mice fur is pretty soft #I declare it his hair is soft #wordgirl #dr two brains #doctor two brains #51nn0n art

[silverhart-makes-art]

I think this week's Bestiary Posting is pretty fascinating. I especially like the animal being described as having 'mercy', as I feel like many people would consider that a distinctly human trait. I kind of assumed this idea of animals being like machines incapable of emotions was an old idea, but this and other bestiary entries really seem to humanize the animals listed in them more then I expected.

Anyway, I think what the Zomargon actually is, is pretty obvious, but the bit that stood out to me the most was: "it strikes fear into bulls, yet fears the mouse", and my mind immediately went to my dog. He likes to put on a lot of bluster when confronted with larger dogs or animals, but show him a bug and he runs behind the couch and cries until someone comes to save him.

So, it had to be a poodle. There's no other animal it could possibly be. Lively intelligence, scared of mice, works with people, if one of them falls over they have to gather around and make a big drama about it - that's a poodle for sure.

So this description lists a lot of different traits, so I'm just gonna go down them all and explain my thoughts.

"His nose is called a trunk because he uses it to put food in his mouth."

At first I went with an elephant shrew-type nose, but that's not so great for grabbing, but you know what would be? A hand. And what has a hand on the end of it's nose? That's right, a star-nosed mole. So combination trunk/star nose situation.

"The Persians and Indians, carried in wooden towers on their backs..."

So we know it's a big critter, to able to carry people on it's back.

"...lively intelligence and a long memory..."

Gave them a bit of a big skull to accommodate those big brains. I can also confirm that poodles never forget and hold onto to grudges for years.

"...she goes out into a pool, until the water comes up to her udders."

For sure a mammal this time, so good to know.

"If the Zomargon finds a snake, it kills it..."

This explains why my dog's favorite toys are the ones made to look like snakes and why they are the first to get torn to shreds.

"if it falls down, it cannot rise."

For this I was thinking about how this happens to sheep quite often, when they're pregnant or their wool is too heavy, so I gave my Zomargon a broad back and thick woolly fur that can grow out into a big poof-ball (as I doodled in the bottom).

"...it has no joints in its knees."

This one was tricky to figure out. The knee is a joint, so how can a joint not be a joint? I had to sketch up a couple of legs off to the side just to try out some ideas. Ended up going with the middle one, and just adding a big fleshy pad on the back of the foot to support it, since there's no mention of hooves. It looks weird, but I guess they make it work?

"They possess the quality of mercy."

If a creature possesses mercy, it of course must have soft, gentle eyes, so I tried to give them a sweet dog-like expression. This is a beastie made for cuddling.

"...they make their way carefully and peaceably lest their tusks kill any animal in their way."

Just throwing in tusks in at the last second, huh? I honestly almost forgot to include them, they seem like such an afterthought in the description. And if Zomargons don't fight each other, the tusks must be used for something else. I decided to give them something like a Thylacosmilus fang situation, where these big saber teeth are supported by this crazy lower jaw. Seems to be some debate about whether these teeth were used for scavenging carcasses or killing prey. The Zomargon also eats fruits according to the description, so maybe these tusks are in fact just for opening coconuts.

#maniculum bestiaryposting #Zomargon

[matenrou-fan]

Hello can you write about buster bros being kittens and getting adopted by reader

NB! s/o adopts Kittens! Buster Bros

quite strange yet cute request!! here <3

NBreader, hurt/comfort, just wholesome stuff;;

-Well, maybe you just wanted to pay a casual visit in your local animal shelter, donating some food for it, yet then..

-You notice three new kittens, sitting in one small box together. A big one was sitting in front, hiding two others behind his back and you can't help but feel as your heart started melting.

-You ask workers about these precious babies and their story makes your soul ache even more now.

-Their father was a typical stray cat and didn't pay any attention to his cubs and their mother died, so poor kittens ended up here..

-How can you not adopt them now? They look so cute yet kinda proud, helping each other and not interacting that much with other animals..

-So you take them home, deciding to show them a new world, full of comfort and care, without any cold rainy streets..

-And even though Ichiro would be overprotective over his brothers in a few first days, not letting you pat or touching them at all, he eventually slowly started trusting you more.

-Only after young brothers notice that he starts to spend more time with you and even let you pat him, they both also start to trust you more..

-And that's where they start to be the most precious soft kittens you ever see! Much more softer and loving than before..

-Okay, now I wanted to describe the appearance of Buster Bros as cats lolol

-They all would be stray mongrel cats. And of course the same heterochromia as in their human version.

-Ichiro would be a big one, but not chunky, just big. With good yet short fur that is surprisingly easy to comb.

-Totally would hunt down some mice or other small animals just to bring them to you with a happy proud face. Isn't he very helpful?

-Love to hang out in the kitchen and watch you cook. And yes he would leave his paws on rolled pastry when you were not looking or put his nose in a jar of pickles or something.

-If you let him sleep with you at night he would totally sit on your chest and purr. It's actually very helpful, especially after a long rough day at work..

-Jiro is kinda skinny and bony, with his fur always being messy. It's also grown really fast for some reason but he hates grooming.

-As much as he hates baths, despite Jiro always returning home with dirt all over his body.

-He's the most energetic and chaotic one, this type of cat who wakes you up in the middle of the night with sudden thud or something.

-Also, if you have neighbors with cats expect at least two or three fights as Jiro will protect his territory or just be a bratty cat.

-That's why he has a little scratch on his right ear that he got back in the old days in the streets. After they all grow closer to you, Jiro would let you treat this wound but it's probably never healed completely.

-Love to sit on your face early in the morning so you would wake up and feed them all. And despite him and Saburo always having fights, here they work together as Saburo also loves to annoy you a little.

-Saburo is the smallest one, with pretty smooth fur that he doesn't let you brush (at least in the beginning). He prefers to licking himself.

-Calm and sleepy, he is not that active like his brothers but he likes to play with interactive toys.

-Also Saburo would like to sit on your lap when you are busy with paperwork or doing something on your laptop.

-He loves to watch the screen of your laptop change, so he and Ichiro would be really mesmerized if you turned on some baby sensory video for them.

-Jiro would 100% try to sit on your keyboard so expect a fight between him and Saburo again…

#hypmic x reader #hypmic imagines #hypmic #hypnosis mic #buster bros #hypmic ichiro #hypnosis mic ichiro #Ichiro Yamada #hypnosis mic jiro #hypmic jiro #jiro yamada #hypmic saburo #saburo yamada #hypnosis mic Saburo

[deathmetalunicorn1]

What if Jack,Hercules, Hermes, Thor, Hlokk, and any other characters you want got sucked through a portal and meet there au dog counterparts and there owner who is a single mom and her daughters one is in her teens and the other is a toddler who just learned how to walk steady on her feet.

•Dog Jack and dog Hercules like to walk the older daughter to and from the bus stop, they live on a farm in the country so the bus stop (which is basically a tree with a bench underneath it) is a long,long way from the house.

•Dog Jack has his own puppy a little female who is the runt of the litter. His owner breed him with a Great Dane female who belonged to an acquaintance and then when the pups were sold they went there separate ways. All the other puppies got sold but they let Jack keep this one since they became so attached to each other,Hlokk is pretty much her big sister (or should I say small sister, even a runt from a half Great Dane litter would be kinda tall.).

•Hlokk can tell it’s them cuz of her keen nose,Jack made a comment in an extra chapter that she has a keen nose. And if that wasn’t enough to convince them the dogs even have the same names as them and look exactly like them lol.

•Each dog has there own role to play on the farm like for example:

•guarding the house and the barn at night.

•rounding up the hens if they get loose.

•chasing foxes and or raccoons out of the hen house.

•herding the sheep.

•keeping predators like wolves and cougars out of the horse corral and barn.

•making sure the cats doing it’s job as pest control eating rats,mice,snakes,etc

.•babysitting (yes Jack and or Hercules babysit BOTH daughters even if the older says she doesn’t need it. They know she likes the company.).

•being escorts for the girls is one of them (a self assigned role) they both get a hug a kiss and an I love you before she says goodbye and gets on the bus and when she gets of the bus.

This was fun, but reading your posts on the dogs to use, I couldn't help but wonder what a Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier and a Great Dane mutt would look like. Great Danes are short, coated breeds, so I'm curious if it would have longer fur or not. Great thinking question and an interesting idea for a post. Thank you.

-It started with an accident, a magic spell gone wrong, spiriting away 2 gods, 2 demi-gods, and 1 human, dropping them in front of a large farmhouse.

-A young teen girl had been on the porch, and she ran inside, calling for her mother who quickly ran out, the teen holding a toddler in her arms, peeking out from behind her mother.

-The magic seal that brought them to you was still glowing as you put your hands on your hips, eyes narrowing, “What magic brought you here?”

-Hermes and Thor were a bit surprised you knew about magic, as you were a human, but Hermes was the one to speak, “A magic spell gone wrong. We overestimated the power needed to teleport across Valhalla and wound up here. How is it that you know of magic?”

-You smiled, almost mysteriously, “It’s not the first time I’ve had guests like you lot.”

-Loud barking filled the air and attention turned to two large dogs charging towards the group, with a third, smaller dog running behind them.

-The dogs put themselves in between your new guests and your family, growling darkly until you told them to stand down, as they were distrustful of strangers.

-You grinned at the guests, “Sorry about that, Hercules, Jack, and little Hlokk here aren’t too fond of strangers.”

-Eyes went wide and jaws dropped, looking at the three massive dogs, a Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier, who’s long facial fur looked strangely similar to Jack’s mustache, and a Carpathian Shepard, who was massive, but once you told him to stand down, he was sitting down with his tail wagging a million miles per hour, reminding them all of a certain Greek demigod. Hlokk was a mutt, half Wheaten Terrier, half Great Dane, she was smaller than her father, Jack, but was still a large dog, wearing a bright pink collar around her neck.

-You were surprised to learn the names of your guests, a giggle bubbling out of you before Hermes surmised that they were in an alternate dimension, where they were all animals instead of being gods or a human in Jack’s case.

-Hercules initially was unsure of this idea, until Glokk spoke, pointing at her nose, “No, Hermes is right, your scents are both very similar, plus they look like you.”

-Hercules was quick to accept it, quickly bonding with Hercules while your Jack trotted over to their Jack and sat beside him, looking up at him as if he was expecting pats, which he quickly got, looking content.

-You introduced yourself before your two daughters, Michelle, or Mickey as she prefers, and your toddler, Poppy.

-Mickey was a bit uneasy with these guests, being a bit distrustful, while Poppy was giggling brightly, waving her arms out towards Thor who was a bit surprised that the toddler didn’t look afraid of him at all.

-Hermes was able to calculate that he could get them all back to their own dimension, but it would take a day or two, and you didn’t hesitate to welcome them into your home.

-Hercules teased Hermes when Poppy saw your black cat that you kept on the farm for pest control, carrying him over, the cat looking calm and wasn’t fighting, “Hermy!”

-Hermes was amused that he was a cat, the two quickly liking each other, as they were so similar in personality.

-Mickey was a bit wary around the men, as they were strangers, until Jack saw her reading Shakespeare and her eyes lit up with sparkles as she was finally able to have someone to talk to!!

-Mickey also bonded with Hlokk, who, while shorter, became like a big sister, talking about clothes.

-Poppy on the other hand adored both Thor and Hercules, hugging their legs, beaming up at them when she managed to toddle over to them.

-The next day Jack and Hercules watched as your Jack and Hercules walked Mickey off of the farm, taking her to the school bus stop about a half a mile up the road, the two men following after, speaking with Mickey, curious about where she was going.

-Thor got to meet his animal, a large reddish colored bull, who looked calm, but Thor could easily sense the power and the two had a stare off for what felt like forever.

-Your Hermes had a job of pest control, keeping rats and other rodents away from the crops, as well as handling any intruders in the chicken coop, while your beloved canines handled with security, letting you know of any trespassers, humans or animals.

-You enjoyed having the few extra helping hands on the farm, as Hercules and Thor got into a competition over who could haul the most hay bales to the barns, while both of the Hlokk’s looked after Poppy.

-Jack tended to your vegetable garden, finding weeding it quite relaxing and Hermes was inside your home, with your permission, preparing lunch for everyone, while you were walking your cows out to their pasture to graze.

-When Mickey got off the bus she beamed, “Where’s my favorite boys?! Where’s my kisses?!” she instantly flushed, seeing both sets of Hercules and Jack there as the two dogs ran over while Jack chuckled warmly at her.

-You had to admit they were good company to keep, seeing the healthy appetites all around the room, including your own girls, was refreshing, but it was fun to keep feeding them until most were in food comas.

-Hermes was the only one who remained awake, sitting beside you on the porch swing, his head on your shoulder as he tried to stay awake, “May I ask, why weren’t you freaked out by seeing us?” you chuckled softly, rocking the swing lightly, “As I said, you’re not the first visitors I’ve had. The first one showed up when I was still pregnant with Poppy, right after my husband abandoned us and the farm. He was a funny man, but Mickey liked him, and he was kind enough to help me around the farm for a while after I gave birth.”

-Hermes was a bit curious, tilting his head up, “Oh? May I ask who that was?”

-You smiled softly, remembering your friend fondly, as he was funny but also mischievous, “His name was Loki.”

-Hermes snorted into his hand, laughing out loud while you smiled lightly as he thought it was hysterical that Loki came here first and helped you out.

-You leaned back, “Don’t mention that I told you about him, he was quite shy when he would talk about his family, like they didn’t want him finding out about where he had been. But if you see him, I have a Billy goat that’s a little shit just like him.”

-Cue round two of laughter.

-The following morning you, Mickey, and Poppy all wished your new friends well as you saw them off.

-They each said goodbye to their animal counterparts, except for Thor, who lifted his hand to his face, pointing two fingers at his eyes before he pointed them at the bull and only Thor saw the bull lift his hoof to his face before pointing back at Thor.

-Poppy was crying, not wanting to say goodbye, the same with Mickey, who didn’t want to lose her big sister and the first father figure she’s had in years.

-You were the only calm one, as your farm was a hot spot for events like this. You had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last you see of them.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror thor #ror hermes #ror jack the ripper #ror heracles #ror hlokk

[lexiloulou24u]

CW/TW: mouse passed away

After a rescue from the fate of being a feeder mouse and a year and a half of a very fulfilling life my beloved angel Measles has passed on. Hope they have lots of treats and wheels for you to run on in heaven, Meebs. I love you, thank you and good bye💕

She would run everywhere and was fairly skittish, but when we lost 2 of her first 3 mischief mates she came to me for attention all the time. I cherish every moment I had with her and I'm grateful for all she taught me about mice and life in general. She was amazing for introductions and in the end she had 7 other mischief mates to call friends and she came to me less since her new friends could meet her needs. I was a little sad, but overall very happy she wasn't lonely anymore. Mooney has been with her since the beginning and she seems to be doing okay despite the loss. I'm glad the girls all have each other, I know in my heart they all loved her. For her not being from a breeder, she lived a long time. I found her while cleaning the cage, I suspected she was gone before that though when she stopped showing up for food. She went peacefully in her sleep based on her remains. I can pretty confidently say that she went because it was her time, and that I was surprised to have gotten to spend so much time with her.

With this post I want to not only eternalize her memory, but share as much of the joy she brought me with whomever may see this post. She would steal food from the other girls instead of foraging her own, she'd zoom everywhere she went, she badgered the other mice to groom her, she'd chew at my nails bc they weren't up to her standards and she was so curious and loved to explore.

physically, she was smaller than my breeder mice, had soft orange fur and a white belly, a pink nose, ears and tail, and a very pointy face. She was adorable. Thank you if you took the time to read this and thank you if you just looked at her pictures. May she rest in peace.

#mouseblr #mouse #mice #miceblr #my mouse #my mice #pet mice #pet mouse #rodentblr #rodent #measles the mouse

[betatrolls]

cat so cool, cat so fun, cat so great i kiss her one

cat so good, cat so nice, cat so pure i kiss her twice

cat so sweet, cat catch mice, cat so smart i kiss her thrice

cat amazing, cat so super, cat so based i kiss quadruple

cat so soft, fur so supple, cat so pretty i kiss quintuple

as much as i want

to kiss cat six times

cat would deploy

claws like knives

cat so baby

cat so fair

blood would end up

everywhere

so i end

my cat kiss rhyme

since i must

live more time

#post

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

The Scrappy Huntress

Pairings: No romantic pairing. Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, and The Scrappy Huntress. 😉

Summary: The Winchesters might end up with a new member of Team Free Will.

Warnings: None. Only fluff. Figurative and literal fluff. Very brief mentions of blood.

Word Count: 1.5k+

A/N: So, I've been struggling with my mental health a bit lately and I've been having a hard time finding inspiration to write my next chapters for my series.

So, chatting with my daughter, I told her I wanted to write something super fluffy for Dean and she suggested Dean and a kitten, and this idea grew almost immediately, so I wrote it.

Hoping that getting out smaller drabbles like this will kick start inspiration! I'm sorry to those waiting for chapter updates!! They're coming, I promise. ❤️

The beautiful dividers here and below were created by @talesmaniac89 . 💓

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"Just leave it, Sam! If you pay attention to it, it's never gonna go away." Dean scowled down at his giant baby brother, who'd compressed his massive 6'4 frame down into a crouch in order to pet the scrawny kitten that had taken up residence just outside their motel room door.

Sam shook his head and looked up at Dean. "It's been outside since we got here yesterday, Dean. I don't think it's being fed. It's obviously a stray, let me bring him in and give him a bit of food and water."

"No!" Dean said vehemently. "I know you, Sammy. You bring that damn thing in, and before you know it, we'll be putting up lost posters and spending the next week searching for owners."

Sam just let his eyes plead for him and Dean was quickly outdone by a skinny black cat and big puppy dog eyes.

"Ugh!" He growled angrily. "Fine, bring it in, give it some milk, then back out it goes."

Sam scooped up the kitten quickly before Dean could change his mind and walked into their motel room.

"Most cats are lactose intolerant, milk might upset his stomach," he argued.

"How do you know it's a he?" Dean asked as he followed Sam into the room, closing the door behind him.

"Huh." Sam said, contemplating. "I don't actually know."

He turned the kitten upside down to check and the fluffy feline let out several long mewls at the undignified treatment.

"I was wrong, it's a girl." Sam corrected himself. Turning the kitten right side up, he scratched her ears for a moment as compensation for his rude behavior.

"Who's a pretty little girl?" He questioned nonsensically as he nuzzled her soft fur.

Dean rolled his eyes and plopped down on the bed, leaning his shoulders against the headboard, still dressed in his big brown leather coat and boots.

"Feed her and put her back outside so we can get back to figuring out why two perfectly healthy men have dropped dead out of nowhere in this town in the last week. I'd like to finish up and get back to my very comfortable bed."

He slapped his hand down against the lumpy motel mattress aware that he'd gone soft ever since they'd found the bunker a few years ago.

"You know, I was thinking..." Sam began and Dean rolled his eyes.

"No." He answered curtly.

"You don't even know what I was gonna say!" Sam protested.

But Dean was already shaking his head. "I know exactly what you were going to say, and there's absolutely no way we're taking that flea infested thing home with us."

"She's not flea-infested." Sam defended her. "And she could make sure we don't see any more mice scurrying down our hallways."

"No, instead we'd just see a little runt kitten running around that we'd have to feed and take care of. We're not exactly home-bodies, Sam. Who'd look after the thing when we're on the road?" He shook his head again. "We're not taking it home."

Sam pouted slightly. "She's a 'she' not an it."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Whatever. So if SHE can't drink milk, what are you going to feed her with?"

"I'm gonna run over to that little corner store down the street. They probably have cans of cat food." Sam answered as he brought the kitten over to Dean.

Sam tried to pass the kitten to him, but Dean held his hands up, palms out. "No way, I'm not holding that thing, it's gonna pee on me, or scratch the shit outta me."

"SHE is not going to pee on you, and dude, are you telling me you're seriously afraid of the world's tiniest claws? Man, you fight werewolves!" Sam said, incredulously.

Dean frowned and lowered his hands allowing Sam to set the tiny ball of fluff there.

"Yeah, well I shoot werewolves. You telling me I can silver-bullet her if she starts scratching?"

Sam shot him a look and Dean huffed out a sigh. "Kidding, kidding. Sheesh."

"I'll be fifteen minutes, tops. I bet you can keep her from attacking til I'm back." Sam said, sarcasm dripping from every word.

"Yeah, yeah." Dean said waving his brother out the door.

As the door closed behind Sam, Dean looked over the tiny black cotton ball that he had gripped in his hand.

He adjusted the kitten slightly, not wanting to squeeze too hard. He could feel it's tiny little ribs beneath his fingers, and it's heartbeat slamming fast against them.

Dean's face softened slightly. "Its okay, I won't really shoot you, promise." He said quietly.

He readjusted again so the kitten could sit fully in his palm, and he could hold it in place with his other hand.

"Man, you really are a runty little thing, aren't you?"

The kitten blinked up at him with wide blue eyes. "I thought cats had green eyes." Dean said out loud, unable to stop the compulsion to rub his thumb over the cat's tiny head.

As he did, a sudden rumbling purr started up and when Dean petted her again, the kitten chased his thumb, rubbing up against it and then nibbling on the end.

Dean snorted with humor as she rolled onto her back in his hand, batting at his fingers with all four feet.

"Ooh, you're a scrapper." He moved his fingers forward to pet her black and white speckled belly and chuckled in spite of himself as she spread her four paws wide before closing them tight around his hand and "attacking".

He ferocious bites turned quickly into licks, her rough tongue scraping across his callused fingers. She let him pet her belly for real, and soon she was purring very loudly and falling asleep on her back, outstretched in his hand.

Dean continued to stroke her belly and found himself relaxing deeply as he listened to the, soothing rumble coming out of the tiny little creature.

He held her like that until Sam came back with the cat food and woke her up so she could eat and drink.

The brothers chuckled together as the kitten scarfed the wet food, emitting endless "threatening" growls while she ate.

When she was finished, Dean merely rolled his eyes as Sam pulled out the small tray and bag of litter he'd bought, "just in case" Dean agreed to let the kitten stay in the room over night.

"It looks like it's gonna rain, she'll drown out there." Sam reasoned. "Look, we'll keep her safe tonight and then bring her to an animal shelter tomorrow, okay?"

Dean was still frowning, although both of them knew he was going to let the kitten stay.

"Fine." He said with a sigh.

They spent a couple hours working on the case. They thought maybe they were hunting down a crossroads demon, collecting early on demon deals, but they needed more info. They just knew both victims had been newly wealthy and died very suddenly under strange circumstances.

As they looked things over, they were occasionally distracted by the little furball tearing around the room, attacking their shoelaces and puffing up to hiss at the "other cat" in the floor length mirror that hung on the outside of the bathroom door.

Despite his reluctance to encourage his brother, Dean couldn't help but laugh when the kitten's fur stood on end, and she arched her back, jumping sideways and then bouncing around on her back legs.

Finally deciding to call it a night, the boys took their turns in the bathroom getting ready for bed. Dean called dibs and bounded in there before Sam could complain that two grown men shouldn't be relying on dibs to decide things.

When it was Sam's turn he decided to jump in the shower, taking a bit longer, since there was no one waiting on him. Going second had its perks.

When he finally came out, clicking the bathroom light off, he chuckled softly to himself at the picture in front of him.

Dean was sprawled out on his stomach, lightly snoring. One knee was bent, and his arms were wrapped around the pillow he was laying his head on. Curled up in the crook of his elbow, the little kitten was fast asleep as well, no doubt enjoying the warmth of the soft breaths Dean was emitting.

Sam shook his head. He knew Dean would cave, they were definitely taking that little fluff ball home with them.

***

Hours later Dean woke up to the sound of loud scratching and he moaned and buried his face further into his pillow.

"Sam, make that stupid cat stop scratching!" He mumbled out sleepily to his brother. There was no response and the scratching continued.

Finally he sat up, angrily turning to Sam, planning on waking him from his comfortable sleep and forcing him to deal with the misbehaving kitten.

But as he looked over at his brother's bed, his blood ran cold. Sam lay, seemingly paralyzed, his eyes the only part of him that was moving, shooting around the room, panic-stricken while blood seeped from his nose and mouth.

"Sammy!" Dean cried out as he leapt from his bed. He grabbed his brother by the shoulders and shook him uselessly before jumping up, throwing on the lights and starting to search for a hex bag; this had to be witchcraft.

As he started looking through all the cupboards and under the bed, he began to feel himself stumble. It felt as though all his muscles were stiffening up and he crashed to the floor, the coppery taste of blood filling his mouth.

He looked over to where the kitten was still scratching at the cheap wood paneling in the room. He tried to pull himself over, but he felt his arms become wooden and he couldn't move.

All he could do was watch as the kitten scratched a hole in the worn paneling, and batted at something inside. With a growing sense of disbelief, Dean blinked slowly as she snagged her claw in the top of a hex bag and then tossed it into the air as she shook it free of her claw.

She then pounced on it, batting it back and forth. Finally she attacked it fully, wrapping it up in her paws and kicking it hard with her back feet.

As she gave a particularly hard kick, the bag tore open and the contents spilled out.

Suddenly the sensation zoomed back into Dean's arms and legs and he coughed up and spit out the last of the blood that was in his mouth. He crawled quickly to the hole and pulled out a second hex bag, whipping out his lighter and burning it. He stood up and tossed the burning pouch into the bathroom sink as he heard Sam coughing and shifting around in his bed.

Dean leaned against the bathroom doorframe, sagging slightly, his muscles still a bit weak.

"You good, Sammy?"

Sam nodded and gave a thumbs up.

Dean wiped away the blood that had dribbled down his chin, watching as the kitten batted at some of the bones that had spilled out of the hex bag, seemingly disappointed that her fun toy had popped.

He shook his head and turned to Sam with a grin. "Told you taking that kitten in was a good idea."

***

Late the next night, they were getting ready to head out. They'd dispatched a mother-daughter witch team that had been grifting rich guys and taking all their money before slipping them a hex bag and a slow death. Apparently they'd figured out there were hunters in town and decided to do away with them the same way.

As they packed up the room, Sam scooped up the kitten. They'd been too busy all day to get her to a shelter, so she'd just stayed in the room and had seemed to make herself very at home.

Sam set her down on Dean's bed and she bounced over to his green duffle bag and climbed inside. As Dean turned back to shove in another pair of jeans, she circled around two or three times before snuggling into one of his plaid flannels, half tucking herself into the pocket.

Dean let out a sigh and carefully tucked the jeans in beside her.

"So..." Sam prompted. "Shelter?"

Dean shot him an unimpressed look. "You know I'm not sending the cat that saved our lives to a..." he lowered his voice to a whisper, "...an uncertain future."

He let out a put upon sigh. "Nah, this scrappy little huntress is just coming home with us I guess."

Sam beamed. "But what about when we're away?"

Dean shrugged into his leather jacket and carefully picked up the sleeping kitten before he answered.

"Well, who knows, maybe she'll like car rides. I'll make her cozy and see what she thinks." With that he tucked her into one of the upper, inside pockets of his thick jacket.

She let out a small mewl. "Whatcha think, Huntress?" Dean asked, petting her head and smiling as she yawned and then nibbled his finger.

"She says she's a badass panther, and she's good."

Sam chuckled. "Does she?"

Dean nodded as he shouldered his duffle bag, careful not to jostle the sleeping kitten in his pocket.

"Yep, and when we can't take her with us, Cas can cat-sit."

1. Jensen RPF + Any/All characters Jensen plays.

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[bufomancer]

I mentioned Trowel hadn’t been doing too well this past week. We had him on doxycycline since it’s an antibiotic and it’s anti inflammatory but it didn’t help.

I found him passed away yesterday. My poor sweet boy. He was a week away from 1 year and 5 months.

He was most people’s favorite of my mice. He was just so big and sweet and funny. He was always excited for treats, running on his wheel, climbing around. I am so grateful to his breeder for trusting me with him. I had spoken with her and some of his relatives had passed right around this age too, with similar symptoms so I am pretty sure this was just his time, sadly.

His soft fur buddies Dorian and Phrygian will be living just the two of them now as I am not getting any more mice for the foreseeable future.

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

First Word (short story)

It should have been a happy moment.

It was the moment all parents look forward to and never forget. 

Harekit was the first. She was the first of her litter to do everything, to wobble, to open her eyes, to babble, and now, to talk. It had been unexpected, but first words tend to be. Birchflight was resting on her side, purring while the kits tussled clumsily at her belly. Foxfire had been laying, half-asleep with his chin on her shoulder, while Gorseheart groomed Emberdawn’s head-fur. 

Harekit then broke apart from her brothers, wobbling clumsily over to Gorseheart and Emberdawn, who smiled warmly down on her. Harekit looked like she wanted to communicate, and they had all expected babble. 

Gorseheart’s heart froze.

“Da.”

She had said “Da.”

Everyone cooed, cheering as loud as they could without frightening the kits. Foxfire jerked his head up, ears perked and smiling widely. Birchflight’s pupils dilated, and Emberdawn lowered her chin to the floor to level with Harekit. Harekit was blinking expectantly at Gorseheart, completely unaware that she had done anything worthwhile at all. She only wanted his attention.

Gorseheart loved her, he loved her with all of his heart. But in all the preparation for new kits, he hadn’t been ready for how this moment would make him feel. Without a word, he hurried away, ducking through the tunnel and bounding a couple tail-lengths across the ground before stopping abruptly. 

Immediately, he regretted leaving. Harekit must be so confused. He wondered if she was crying now because he had ignored her and left, yet he couldn’t bring himself to go back. Not yet. He needed a little time. 

“What was that?” a gentle voice asked. Foxfire padded over to join him. 

“I’m sorry,” Gorseheart’s own voice shook. “Is she okay?”

“Perfectly.” His eyes lit up, likely thinking about Harekit’s first word. “You don’t seem to be. They may be small as mice, but you don’t need to be scared when they talk!”

Gorseheart wiped his paw over his nose. “It just reminded me of something, is all.”

Foxfire frowned. “Must be something pretty bad. I’ve never seen someone run away when their kit says their first word. Oh yeah, Webstripe!” He grinned, trying to lighten the mood.

Gorseheart huffed a laugh, appreciating him for it. But he was still unsteady, needing to dig his claws into the ground to keep himself up.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Foxfire offered, laying his tail over Gorseheart’s. Gorseheart thought about it, then shook his head. The time would come to tell Foxfire and Birchflight about Jaykit, but now didn’t feel like the time. He didn’t want to spill his feelings right now, especially not without Emberdawn wanting to talk about it too. He just wanted to suppress it, at least for now, and go back to the kits. Harekit had said a word for the first time. Now was the time to celebrate.

“Come on,” He said, picking a soft, wilting daisy from the ground. “Harekit should get a gift.”

He led the way back into the den, grateful to see Harekit sleeping in Emberdawn’s paws with her brothers, and not crying as he had been expecting, in spite of Foxfire’s reassurances.

“Is everything okay?” Birchflight asked in a mixture of confusion and concern, curled in a ball against Emberdawn’s belly. Emberdawn’s eyes met Gorseheart’s, much more knowing. 

“Yeah, just a scare,” Gorseheart told them. Curling between them all, he was grateful when they didn’t say anything more, moving the conversation instead to what they thought Adderkit’s and Larkkit’s first words would be. Gorseheart resolved to react better when that time came, and hoped that he would be better prepared.

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--Reminder that Jaykit died shortly after saying his first word, which was ‘da.’

--Emberdawn is still pregnant at this point, probably close to giving birth.

@starfalcon555​

#jaykit #dark kits #wcoc #wc oc #gorseheart #gorseheart story #foxfire #foxfire story #birchflight #birchflight story #emberdawn #emberdawn story #gorseemberbirchfox #gorsrfox #warriors #dark tales #wc dark tales #dark forest tales

[kdenvs3000w24]

I am back again to tell you about SOUNDS in nature!! I personally LOVE going to sit out and listening to the different calls of animals as we live our lives. From Cardinals calling to their mates to coyotes yelping in the night, this blog post is going to be about something I am silently passionate about (pun intended!)- interpreting nature through audible calls!

One thing I have learned to appreciate in nature is calls of animals and, since moving out to the country, I cannot help but appreciate frogs a lot more than I ever did. Pictured above is my own photo of a Gray Treefrog (Hyla versicolor) that can be found quite abundantly where I live in southern Ontario. Their calls have a very distinct 'flutey trill' as described on the 'Frog Watch' website (have a listen!). When I initially heard them, I thought we just had some angry raccoons roaming in the trees but upon further inspection, these little guys were making a habitat in my pool! Given this information, the FrogWatch website provides excellent details regarding the amphibians we can see and hear in Ontario- have a peak and see if you can recognize any amphibians in your area!

Another distinct call, to me and I am sure to many others, is those of birds. Pictured below is a photo I took 10 years ago of a black-capped chickadee, feasting on some yummy seed in my hand! Chick-a-dees have a distinct call that, similar to Pokémon, mimics their name... "Chick-a-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee!" Another great reference for birds found in Ontario is found through the iNaturalist site, which can be used to identify birds via their distinct markings and calls as well as where they may be found.

On a side note, I do always interpret bird calls as the coming of Spring! Finally, when the sun is shining and the birds chirp and sing away, we can all have a deep breath once again that summer is on the way! You can also tell summer is coming with the call of Spring Peepers as they are often the first sound-identification that Spring is on the way!

One thing that DOESN'T make a sound, however, and it possibly one of my favourite things to talk about that genuinely intrigues me is owl feathers! While you may hear a Bluejay zapping by or a Hummingbird making its distinct 'hum' as it hovers, owls are required to be quiet in order to catch prey. Owls have very distinct feathers that allow them to be quiet as they flap through the night to catch mice and other rodents. Their feathers have a soft fur-like structure over the feather that, when flapping, provides a silencing effect. Pretty neat, eh?!

I'm sure I could go on for days and days about distinctive animal calls you can hear in nature! What are some of your favourite sounds to interpret in nature?

[genesysofthestars]

Day 37

Thanks @askmarietheapprentice for the sparks

“Good sir, did you just stowaway in my bag to eat my cheese?”

While Erick may not have the best memory, he was pretty sure he didn’t buy a live animal alongside his baking supplies and ingredients. But here he was, finding a gray cat nibbling the cheese for his pastries without a care in the world.

“Hey, enough of that.” He picked up the cat by the scruff of their neck. “Aren’t mice and not cats who likes cheese this much?”

“Meow,” it greeted him ever so innocently.

“Don’t give me that look. I know what you did.”

Erick placed the cat on his lap and surprisingly, they let him. They were not squirming away or tried biting him. As he inspected the culprit, he couldn’t help but pet through his soft fur, the cat leaning onto his scritches. “Your fur looks quite nice… You must be someone’s cat.”

Eyes caught the glint of their collar’s name tag. “Maurice. What a classy name you got there.”

“Mew.” Somehow, he could hear Maurice being smug there.

“Maybe you were named after someone? Let’s see…”

“Maurice Wilkins?”

“Hilleman?”

“Umm… Chevalier?”

“Hmm, I don’t know any other Maurice. And I only know the last one because my aunt loves his songs.”

But that’s a lie, his mind said, when he had caught another name similar to this cat over the past few years. A name that was often referenced when she was mentioned.

“Don’t tell me you’re named after Leblanc?”

“Meow!”

Erick internally groaned at his proud tone. “A thief cat named after the most iconic writer of thieves. What a coincidence.”

“You're not our resident thief's cat, are you?" He glared at the cat, only to brush off the thought himself. “Nah, your master must be just an avid reader.”

His legs were starting to feel numb but when there's a cat deciding to use his lap as his napping area, there's no way he could move at all. So until this cat awoken, Erick resigned him as this cat’s pillow for the time being…

Until Maurice suddenly perked up and took off running.

If he was a stray cat, Erick would probably leave him be, but he was after all someone’s cat so…

“Hey! Where are you going?!”

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #(oc: erick) #100 words a day #(oc: maurice the cat) #(story: court of broken promises)

[hailtothemightystarwarrior]

The Star Warrior Nutcracker Ch. 2: Battle In The Coal Cellar

In the wall was a tiny mouse hole, and from it came an army of mice, small mouse-like creatures that are simple in appearance. Their bodies are shaped similar to that of a tadpole's and they will either be seen colored red, blue, yellow, or green. Their faces are a peach color and they have two shiny eyes and a mouth. They have two large ears on the top of their heads. Squeakers lack limbs, and have small tails. They were just fluffy little mice like creatures that smell of cinnamon. They marched quietly into the cellar and shushed each other whenever the floor creaked. Then a large mouse emerged from the hole, taller as his army

A towering rat with gray fur dressed in a long jagged red cape. Around his neck, he has a gold bell that appears to be holding up his cloak. His face is shaven and has yellow eyes with dark gray circles around them, above them are thick eyebrows. Although he lavishes himself as a mouse, he has rat-like characteristics, such as sharp fangs and round, floating paws with five yellow fingers, and a large black nose. His scent is a blend of cinnamon and coffee. On his head, he wears a red top hat. He carries around a black cane with a gold tip with a ruby on it.

He Was Their King.

His yellow eyes squinted at the sleeping girl. He chuckled when he saw a gleam around her neck. He leaned over to his two commanding officers.

The first officer is a blue, bulky, bipedal mouse-like creature. He wears a red bandana and a red sleeveless shirt, a single tooth extending out of his mouth. Both of his eyes are concealed by the bandana, in addition to the eyepatch he wears on his left eye.

The second officer is a small bluish-white mouse bearing major resemblance to his underlings, suggesting that he might be highly-intelligent. He has large round ears and a large green mustache which takes up the majority of his face. He is piloting a red flying saucer

“There it is, boys,” he whispered, pointing to the girl’s brooch

“You telling us we came all this way for that? The small officer said

The small officer choked as the squeak king gripped him around his neck “that ‘cheap piece of costume jewelry’ is the only thing standing in our way, doc! Now go get it before the girl wakes up!”

The little mouse zoomed in his saucer to the sleeping girl. The saucer pulled out a mechanical arm and reached for the brooch. As the arm touched it, a bolt of electricity shot out of it, sending doc flying backwards and causing him to crash into a coal pile. The squeak king slapped himself on the forehead.

“Imbeciles,” he mumbled. “The squeakers could’ve been more effective and practical than this!” he stomped over to his minions and pushed them to the ground. “Watch and learn, Idiots!”

The squeak king crept to the girl and grinned evilly as his eyes beheld the gold brooch

“Yes,At last,” he chuckled, holding out his gray paws. “Nothing will stand in my way nowAAAAAAH!”

He jumped back as the brooch burned his paws. His yellow eyes were wide with confusion, but he growled in anger. He looked above the girl. He paused as he got a good look at the girl’s face.

The innocence it held was mesmerizing and he found himself running his hand through her soft, black hair.

“Pretty thing,” he mused “almost feel sorry that i have to take your precious brooch away”

But as he touched the silk ribbon, it had the same effect. The squeak king gritted his teeth and clenched his hand into a fist. He cursed the witches for not telling him the brooch was enchanted! Then again, he should’ve guessed as much for something so powerful.

After a moment, he relaxed and smiled down at the girl

“No matter,” he said calmly but intimidating. “If we can’t take the brooch, we’ll just have the girl”

“You shall not touch her, you fiend!”

The squeak king gasped as a blue figure hopped and lashed out a sword the size of a pin. It was the nutcracker

“You!” the squeak king shouted “but...how?”

“Have at thee, Daroach!” the nutcracker challenged. “Leave the girl be and face your demise!”

“Stay out of this, metaknight! I was merciful turning you into wood rather than killing you! Let me go about my business and it will stay that way!”

“Your fight is with me! Leave adeleine Alone!”

“On the contrary, Nut Boy, this has nothing to do with you! I’m here for the girl. Just let me take her, and i’ll be on my way”

“Over my dead body!”

“Why? What’s she to you? Don’t you already have a girlfriend?”

“I would be with her, if it weren’t for you!”

“Oh yes, That’s right”

“The only way you’re going to get this girl is if you kill me!”

daroach rolled his eyes “Fine, if that’s the way you want to play it” he drew out a golden rod with a small box-like item on the end with a star symbol on each side of the cane. “All i want is the girl, but having the pleasure of destroying you is an added bonus”

He swiped the rod at the nutcracker, but he quickly ducked out of his swing.

“This isn’t a fair fight, daroach!” metaknight mocked “pick on somebody your own size!”

daroach ignored his comment and swung at him again, gasping as he nearly cut the girl

“Very well,” he snorted. The nutcracker leapt off and faced his opponent

“Just like old times, old chump,” daroach smirked, the chances of his survival were pretty high

The officers prepare to attack, but their leader raised his hand

“Don’t help, he’s mine!”

Daroach charged forth and there with a loud clang as metaknight blocked his blow.

“Why are you here, you rat?” the nutcracker demanded as he thrust his blade towards his adversary

“I told you,” the squeak king replied as he defended himself. “All i want is the girl”

“Why? What do you want with the girl?”

“That is my business and my business alone! If you had not meddled in my affairs long ago, you wouldn’t be in this mess”

The sounds of the foes fighting was enough to wake adeleine. her eyes fluttered open as she wearily lifted her head to see what was making the noises. She clutched her hand to her chest and realized that her nutcracker was gone

She lifted the thin blanket, but could not find him. Then she heard another clang and spun around to see her nutcracker over by the furnace, fighting, another small soldier she could not identify. She shook her head and closed her eyes

“I must be dreaming”

But when she opened them again, the strange battle was still going on. Surrounding the two foes was an army of little mice. The whole scene was bizarre to the girl.

“Did i just hit my head?” she questioned, putting her hand to her head

She didn’t understand what was going on, but frightened her that this horrifying rat was trying to hurt her nutcracker. The enemies’ weapons were pushing against each other, and the nutcracker was losing the struggle

Determined to save her beloved nutcracker, adeleine raced over to the battle. The squeakers scrambled so they wouldn't be stepped on by the large lady

“Looks like you’ve lost your touch, nut boy,” Daroach sneered

He screamed and dropped his rod as a giant hand snatched him up. adeleine brought the large rat to her furious face

“Leave him alone!” she bellowed

“Damn!” Daroach cursed “i forgot about you”

He was angry at the moment but couldn’t help admiring her enormous brown eyes and her fiery spirit. He smirked at the giant girl

“Now, don’t you think you should pick on someone your own size?”

The little gold bell around his neck glowed around her and Adeleine dropped the squeak king as he grew bigger. She glanced around and saw that the whole room was getting bigger. No! She was getting smaller! The shrinking stopped when she was half the size of the nutcracker with the cellar now the size of a gigantic cathedral.

“Wha..” she started to say

She looked up as she heard the squeaker chuckle, towering over her. He is so big that she thinks he’s going to swallow her whole and alive!

“Now, my little lady,” he sneered, “you’re mine”

She backed away as he slowly approached her

“Wh-who are you?” she stammered

“Oh yes, how rude of me” he bowed slightly, tipping his hat, Sliding with easy grace to his feet and taking hold of his hat, looking perfectly Etiquette.“my name’s Daroach, but my subjects call me… the squeak king”

Adeleine gasped “the...the squeak king?”

“Ah! You’ve heard of me then? Then you know why i’m here”

“Y-you’re here to hurt my nutcracker!”

“What, Him? He just happened to be here”

adeleine stopped as her back hit the wall. The squeak king smirked as he had her cornered and stuck his cane out at her

“No. i’m here for you, my dear”

She stared up at him in fright “M-me?”

daroach shrieked as metaknight’s sword poked him in the rear, causing him to drop her. He spun around and growled at his foe

“You’ll have to go through me first, You rat!” the nutcracker declared

Daroach narrowed his eyes ”so be it!”

“Mistress adeleine, Run!”

adeleine didn’t hesitate and slipped away from the squeak king

“No!” daroach cried while shielding himself from the nutcracker “squeakers, grab the girl!”

Adeleine squealed as the squeakers chased after her. The nutcracker saw her plight and looked over at the mouse hole. He pulled out his sword shouting “Waddle Dees, Charge!”

Out of the mouse hole were not mice, but strange creatures marched out. They have tan, pear-shaped faces, chestnut-colored eyes and no mouth. They have a round body, honey colored feet, small stubby arms, and rosy cheeks. Many of them brought out their spears. Two other knights, unlike the strange creatures appear to be metaknight’s commanding officers. and charge towards the squeakers

“Attack!”metaknight commanded

This diverted the squeakers’ attention from adeleine and towards the approaching army. Adeleine used their momentary distraction to escape and hid behind the coal pile

She heard a cry and turned to see the squeak king leading her nutcracker towards the fireplace of the furance. A few more steps and he would be burned alive! adeleine gasped as the nutcracker’s sword was pulled out of his grasp. Daroach then pointed his cane at the nutcracker.

“It’s over, you miserable, second-rate hunk of wood” he chuckled

Thinking fast, adeleine removed one of her slippers and threw it at the squeak king. It hit him square in the back of his head

“Ow!” he cried, spinning around. “Who threw that?!”

He growled when he saw Adeleine run from his sight. Meanwhile, metaknight scrambled for his weapon.

“Idiots!” daroach howled “I told you to get her!” he sighed “I have to do everything myself!”

The nutcracker charged him from behind, but daroach managed to turn around just in time. He used his hands to pin the nutcracker to the ground.

“Sorry to cut our battle short, nut boy,” daroach smirked, “but i have a little lady to catch”

“No,” metaknight uttered, attempting to rise

Three squeakers pounced on the nutcracker as the squeak king pursued the girl

As soon as adeleine saw that the squeak king was after her, she searched frantically for a place to hide.She then looked up at an old crate. She ran to the crate and slip through a small hole

daroach chuckled at her action “silly girl, thinking she can hide from me”

He went into the hole after her. He scanned the inside, trying to determine which piece of object the girl was hiding behind

“Where are you, my pretty~?” daroach called in a singsong voice “come out, come out, wherever you are!”

With a swipe of his paw, he turned over the pot and found nothing underneath

“While i do enjoy a fun game of hide-and-seek now and then, i simply haven’t the time right now”

He pushed over a tool box but was again unsuccessful

“I promise i won’t hurt you, lovely. I’ll make sure no harm comes to you, whatsoever”

He kicked a box of matches, but that, too was empty

“you can run, but you can’t hide because i can smell your blood”

Meanwhile, adeleine Was Pressed up against the inside of an old cigar box. The darkness of the small box frightened her, but she was more afraid of the rat lurking outside as she held her breath from the bad smell of tobacco. What did he want with her?

“In fact,” he called, “why don’t you make things easy for us both and just hand over that pretty brooch of yours?”

adeleine puts her hand to her brooch. What did he want of her brooch? Why would he go through all this trouble for that?

“Your choice, my dear”

She held her breath as she heard him stop outside in front of the box

“Very well. If you won’t give yourself up, I’ll just have to hurt your precious nutcracker”

She gasped in fright. She realized her mistake too late to put her hand to her mouth. The box’s lid flung open and the squeak king grinned at the sight of her

“Gotcha!“

adeleine screamed as he snatched her up and flung her over his shoulder

“Let go of me!” she yelled, furiously beating her fists against his back

“My, my, my,” daroach snickered. “You’re a feisty one, playing coy, aren’t you? How charming!”

She did not reply, only continued pounding him

“Shhh, shhh,” he whispered, stroking her back “There there,none of that now. I promise you won’t be hurt”

She didn’t listen and persisted in trying to wrench herself out of grasp as he carried her. Meanwhile, metaknight struggled to fight off the squeakers, as did the waddle dees. They were outnumbered, and the squeaks are stronger. metaknight now had five on top of him

“Help!”

He turned at the sound of Adeleine’s voice and saw the squeak king carrying her towards the mouse hole

“Mistress Adeleine!” metaknight cried

He tried to shake the squeakers off his back, but no avail

“Somebody!” he shouted “save her!”

Daroach yelped as he once again felt something hit the back of his head. He turned around and searched for the culprit

“Ok, Seriously, What’s with all the bloody shoe-throwing?!” he demanded

suddenly, something jumped up from behind and grabbed him by the ears.

“Ow!” he cried out

As his head pulled back and he writhed in pain, he lost his grip on Adeleine, who landed on the floor with a thud. She looked up and saw that it was a pink haired fairy was attacking the fiend. he gasped when a pink circle with red feet came charging at him with a spear.

“Take That You brute!”

daroch shrieked as the pink balll started hitting him with the spear while the fairy was pulling his ears out of his scalp. Once he gotten over the shock, he used his arm to throw the pink ball across the room, reached back and grabbed the fairy by the throat. She screamed as he flung her over his head to bring them face to face

“Why you little brat!” He grunted between his teeth “I never liked fairies or children!”

“Hey!” Adeleine exclaimed “You Leave Her alone!”

daroach turned his head towards the pretty girl, who then she’d done something stupid once again and ran off. The fairy squealed as the squeak king dropped her. He brought out his golden rod and resumed his chase

“This girl is really getting on my nerves,” he growled

Adeleine looked around for a new hiding place. She found herself at the bottom of a pile of clutter.She gazed up at it, intimidated by how tall it now was in comparison to her. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the squeak king right on her tail. There was nowhere to go but up

She climbed onto the handle of a shovel. She ran along it until she reached the trunk. Grunting in annoyance, daroach went up after her. adeleine shrieked as she made her way up climbing. Normally, daroach would’ve high jump her into his arms, but he was too endorsed into the thrill of the chase to bother.

“You may be difficult, my pretty” he shouted up to her, “but you know what they say: the harder they catch, the better they are!”

He caught up to her and adeleine ducked behind a box of light bulbs. She squealed when he pierced his golden rod through the bulb, shattering it. She climbed upwards as fast as she could.

“You can’t run forever!” daroach taunted

adeleine was panting as she climbed faster and faster. Soon, she found herself at the top of the pile of clutter where a wood crate stood. She looked around frantically. Where she go now? There was nothing but open space, now nowhere to hide.

She gasped when she heard a dark chuckle behind her. She spun around and collapsing in fear. The squeak king smiled wickedly as he crept nearer

“You see? He smirked “now there’s nowhere left for you to run. It’s just you and me, my beauty.”

adeleine closed her eyes, preparing for the worst. daroach was taken aback at her sudden look of defeat and lowered his triple star wand.

Yes, a beauty she was. Her eyes were shut in fright, yet her lashes fell gently over them. As she quivered, a strand of her black hair fell over her face. daroach then felt the strange urge to reach out his hand and brush it away

adeleine cautiously opened her eyes, confused by the gray squeaker's unexpected gesture. Her brown eyes met his yellow ones that dilated as they fixated on her. adeleine became even more confused, as he seemed to be looking at her not with malice, but...tenderness

Adeleine’s eyes went wide with surprise and Her cheeks were red as a blooming red rose. At first she was terrified, but the girl gasped and put her hand to her mouth and said "Oh!".

“A beauty indeed…” he murmured. For a shrunken girl, She's Charming Than Any Porcelain Doll And Cuter Than Any Rag Doll.

Neither of them saw that the golden bell around the squeak king’s neck started glowing, as did adeleine’s brooch. They didn’t even notice the two trinkets slowly rising, reaching out to each other, bringing their bearers closer together

Once she realized that their faces were only a few inches away, adeleine snapped herself back into reality and backed away

“Don’t you dare touch me!”

daroach quickly shook off her sensations and regained his malicious composure

“My dear, i fear that might be quite impossible, as I can’t take you without touching you”

“Now, come along, my dear” daroach smirked. He lunged forward and grabbed her arm. As soon as he did, a light, a bright flash, brighter than the sun pulsed from adeleine’s brooch and knocked daroach back with such a great force that released his hold on the girl and fell from the pile to the floor. The squeakers gasped at the sight of their leader falling and some of them rush to his aid in the form of a pile just in time to catch him. His hat was removed as he put his hand to his head.

“Oh, my aching head…” he groaned

His eyes widened when he noticed the waddle dees approaching him

“Retreat!” he bellowed

The squeakers ceased their fighting and rushed into mouse hole

“This isn’t over yet, my pretty!” daroach shouted up to adeleine as the squeakers carried him off

adeleine waited until the last bit of the squeaks has disappeared into the mouse hole before climbing back to the ground

“Goodness…”

“are you alright?”

She gasped and turned sharply towards the nutcracker slowly approaching her, holding her slipper in his hand. She was silent as he gently slid it on her foot. She couldn’t help but think he looked even handsomer at this size, but shook it off when she remembered her situation.

“You’re…” she stammered, “You...and that…”

She looked around at the waddle dees

Her eyes rolled back as her legs gave out beneath her. The nutcracker caught her before she hit the floor

“Wow!” the fairy marveled “she’s even prettier at this size!”

“Poyo” the pink ball nods in agreement

adeleine’s eyes slowly opened and she glanced around to find that her surroundings had not changed

“I’m not dreaming, am I?”

Everyone shook their heads

“I’m afraid this is quite real,” metaknight said as he helped her to her feet

“You’re alive,” adeleine uttered “all of you?"

She yelped as the fairy flung her arms around her waist

“Finally!” the little fairy squealed “Now i get to hug you back!”

“ribbon!” said metaknight “you’ll overwhelm the poor girl!”

“ribbon?” adeleine said in awe

“Yup!” ribbon exclaimed, stepping away. “And that’s kirby”

“Hi!” The little pink ball jumped and waved

metaknight bowed “We are all at your service, my lady”

The commanding officers and the other soldiers did the same; as do kirby and ribbon. adeleine’ face flushed pink

adeleine gazed at the nutcracker in awe.

So the story was right, then” she whispered “you are a prince!”

metaknight frowned “I was going to be, anyway, until that fiend daroach cursed me and took my queen”

“queen”

“The fairy queen,” he sighed, gazing off into space “My queen”

“So that was really him? The squeak king?”

“Yes,” the nutcracker growled “I’m not sure how he found me, but apparently wasn’t looking for me”

All eyes were on adeleine and she hid her face behind her hands

“Whatever does he want adeleine for?” ribbon inquired

“Nothing good, that’s for sure!” the sword knight huffed

“That puzzles me as well,” metaknight said, rubbing his chin. “I mean adeleine’s just an ordinary Girl” he looked down at her “No offense. It’s just i don’t understand why he would want you you in particular”

adeleine touched her golden brooch “he...he said he wanted my brooch”

“Really? Ribbon said, taking a closer look at the pendant. “It’s a pretty thing, that’s for sure, but it’s nothing the squeak king would get so worked up about”

“But it did something!” adeleine pointed out “I saw it! It knocked the squeak king senseless!”

“Still I don’t know how it did that! she insisted “He...he touched me and it started glowing and I don't know what happened exactly!”

“Hmm,” metaknight pondered, staring at the necklace. “Maybe it’s not just some cheap piece of costume jewelry after all. I Wonder…”

He reached out and touched the brooch. He retracted his hand with a yelp

“You. there’s certainly some sort of magic in it”

“Did it hurt you?” adeleine asked, taking his hand

“Just a little, but i don’t think anyone can touch it”

“But when i touch it, it does nothing”

“Maybe because you’re wearing it. That would explain why daroach decided to take you instead of just taking the brooch”

“But why? What’s so special about it? You know, besides the strange magic?”

“I’m not sure, but if daroach wants something magical, it must be for something dangerous. Best that you keep that brooch on so he doesn’t get his hands on it”

adeleine froze “You mean he might come after me again?!”

“Most likely, daroach’s a very persistent man. No doubt he regain his bearings, he’ll plan another attack”

Adeleine gulped and glanced at her huge surroundings. “Oh, dear! Everything’s so big! What should happen if my matron wakes up and finds me the size of a mouse?”

metaknight stepped toward the mouse hole and squinted into the darkness

“Daroach and the squeaks came through here. This must be an entrance into the land of dreams”

Adeleine shivered “Do you really think he’ll come back?

“If he does,” sword knight said, drawing out his sword, “We’ll be ready”

“We can’t just sit and wait for him to attack again,” metaknight pointed out. “He might bring more squeakers next time. We barely got out of this battle alive. If we’re going to defeat the squeak king once and for all, we’ll have to attack him when he least expects it”

ribbon peered into the mouse hole “You’re not going in there, are you?”

“I Must,” the nutcracker said, drawing his sword. “He’s holding my queen captive. It is my sworn duty to rescue her! Because I was powerless.... She was locked away in the castle, where she remains now”

“What about me?” adeleine demanded “I mean the squeak king is after me, not to mention i’m now much smaller than him

metaknight lashed his rapier “It’s possible that if the squeak king dies, all of his enchantments, including the one he has on you, will be broken”

The young lady’s eyes widened in horror “You’re not going to kill him, are you?”

It’s the only way,” the nutcracker insisted, “If I am ever to be reunited with the fairy queen and you are ever to be your size again”

“We’ll Join you on your quest” sword knight said, saluting his superior

metaknight shook his head. “No, sword knight. If we bring an army to the land of dreams, daroach will see us coming. I Must go alone and catch the squeak king while he’s off-guard”

“But the squeakers!” Blade knight reminded him “You won’t stand a chance fighting them alone!

“Even if you slay the squeak king,” sword knight said, “No doubt the squeakers will attack you!”

The nutcracker rubbed his chin in thought. “Then wait until you wake again tomorrow night. If this portal takes me to the edge of the land of dreams, it will take at least a day’s journey to get to the castle on foot. Wait twenty-four hours before following me. daroach might be too distracted waiting for my arrival to notice an army approaching. Even if he does notice you coming, he’ll take his focus off of me. Either way, we can use it to our advantage”

The general nodded and saluted again.

Then the fairy noticed that something glittered in pocket of Adeleine's white robe. She asked “What is it?”

Young lady dug in her pocket and took out her paintbrush that shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow. Ribbon squeaked ”You have a magic sign!”

“Wait, What ?” adeleine asked questionly

“Well, this may seem like an abrupt .question, but… do like colors or drawing?”

“Yep, I do love love them both!” Adeleine smiled

“I’ve grown up among all the colors of the rainbow Ever Since i was born”

She looked the brush and realized it might be a wand that brings drawings to popping out and come to life

Maybe she might accompanied the nutcracker on journey to the land of dreams

“Wait,” adeleine said, grabbing the nutcracker’s hand. “I’m coming with you”

“Out of the question!” metaknight exclaimed “It could be dangerous! Besides, the squeak king’s greatest enemy traveling with the wearer of an object he desires will attract even more attention! And if we should get captured…”

“I don’t think he can hurt me,” adeleine claimed, touching her necklace. “I think this brooch and this paintbrush protects me somehow. Besides,i can’t stay here! I won’t freeze like the others in the morning. If my wicked matron finds me, she’ll faint, or if she might step on me!”

“She has a point” said sword knight

“And if we should be attacked, at least you’ll be there to protect me”

metaknight sighed in defeat. “Alright, but don’t say i didn’t warn you”

“We’ll come along too!” ribbon volunteered

“Oh no,” adeleine insisted “I couldn’t ask you to…”

“We’re not as fragile as we look!” ribbon huffed holding kirby like a ball

“Are you certain? metaknight asked the two “the journey’s long and if we are attacked We’ll give those ruffians what-for!”

He sighed. “It’s settled then. adeleine and these two will accompany me, and the rest of you will follow tomorrow night. Any objections?”

Everyone was silent

“Very well.” the nutcracker took Adeleine’s hand “You ready, my lady?”

Iris looked into the darkness of the mouse hole. The path ahead of her frightened her, but she knew she had to be brave. She had to get back to her own size and she had promised herself that she would protect the nutcracker at all costs. Now that shew the story had been true, she could not rest until her nutcracker was reunited with his true love

She took a deep breath and nodded. “I’m Ready”

#kirby #adeleine #daroach

[morningstar-warriors]

Adventure Eleven

Only a breath

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・゜+.

　°。+ *´

Buttermoss sits in a soft grassy field, the sunlight shines on her fur filling her with warmth. Dew drops sit atop the grass while butterflies flutter nearby overhead, it was akin to a perfect New Leaf morning. A purr raised in her throat as she took in her surroundings, all a pretty dream. FInally beyond the fluttering wings, she sees a gray cat sitting atop a flat rock sun bathing.

She playfully chases the butterflies, enjoying her time before stopping to acknowledge the cat. The she cat twists around to look at her, and stretches with a great yawn. Buttermoss knew her immediately, it was Grapemoth.

She leaps up on the rocks, perfect for sun bathing, and the cats speak in delight, gossiping as though they were in Fern Clan camp and nothing had changed.

“Oh man Grapemoth you’ve missed so much! There was a dog, and war and—“ Buttermoss stops, and remembers her old warrior friend had passed on during the battle. “Oh… Right.”

Grapemoth gently smiles, and after discussing mice and hunting they finally get to business discussing why Buttermoss had been summoned here.

Oh… Right, by Cookie.

Grapemoth warns her that a danger sleeps right beside her, and only her light can guide the others out from darkness. She wishes to say more, but she cannot. Buttermoss wakes again in her mossy bed alone in the Warriors den…

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Usually Dustclover laid beside her, but after injuring her paw during the dog fight she now slept in the Medicine Den, where an on edge Applethorn kept close watch over her.

Applethorn bapping Dustclover aggressively by Flame.

After feeding a few poppyseeds to Dustclover to make her rest, he sees Raisinfly, Grapemoth’s twin sister, approach his den carrying a plump sparrow. He twitches his tail gleefully, asking what the occasion is. Raisinfly reveals she thinks she’s pregnant, and Applethorn is delighted by the news. After checking up on her condition and trying to determine how many kits she’s having.

He determines she’ll be having a big litter and instructs her to go and stay within the Queens den from now on. It was good to finally receive good news of life after so much loss.

Before Raisinfly steps out, she turns to Applethorn, and thanks him for trying to save her sister. Not to worry, nor blame himself for her passing. That maybe he could help her introduce and care for new life now.

Darkstar by Blue.

Meanwhile, Darkstar gazes over the camp. Her stare intense and troubled, as always. Clanmates quietly avoid her, often far too intimidated to interact with her when she had that look in her eyes. It didn’t help that she had something of a resting glare.

But one voice calls out, tugging her from her thoughts. Her brother, Darkshade.

She acknowledges him, and he asks if she’d like to go hunting. For a moment she checks over the clan, Darkshade's emotionless gaze flickers with brief amusement. He promises the clan will be fine without her for a few minutes. She seems to understand, and steps down from her watch post to stride with him towards the forest.

Before the two can leave camp to hunt, Featherspots, a Fern Clan queen stops them. She mentions to Darkstar her kits are getting too big and need to become apprentices, especially with Raisinfly coming into the queen’s den.

This was the first she’d heard of the newly anointed queen, mildly surprised, she agrees. Featherspot’s kits are Goldenkit, Dapplekit, and Berrykit. Darkstar decides to think about each of them, and who would make good mentors. Then while leaving camp, she leaves Buttermoss in charge.

Before Applethorn can chase after his leader to tell her the news of Raisinfly, he smells Ash Clan right behind him! He whirls around in fear, preparing to defend his clan only to smack face to face with a familiar tom cat. Ratfur!

Hiiii ratfur…. By Blue.

The Ash Clan healer had brought over a bundle of berries in a large woven basket. He is winded, being a very scrawny cat, carrying so much wasn’t exactly his strong suit. Applethorn quickly moves to help him, flustered by the other. He quickly motions the Ash Clan cat into his medicine den to chat.

Applethorn has a crush on his fellow medicine cat, leading to some awkward conversation. Despite this, Ratfur still appears warm and patient with Applethorn, letting him know that even though he’s become a Stoneteller he doesn’t see him any different.

Getting rizzed by Cookie.

Darkstar and Darkshade slip through the forest silently, both not much for chatting their words are stiff and brief. It felt good for the two to catch up and spend time together at least, like a relationship between them could grow given time.

Buttermoss teaches Rockpaw a few hunting tricks, but after seeing how quick he was too it-- and his begging on how to do a back flip, she shows him some moves. Rockpaw isnt much for athletics when it came to flinging his body around, he was still far too uncoordinated and small. His weight was really all off... Buttermoss still saw potential though. She left him to hunt, sneakily watching from the undergrowth, seeing if he'd notice her.

Rockpaw had noticed she'd vanished, but seemed oblivious to where she'd gone. She then suddenly springs from her hiding spot, bowling Rockpaw over into her grasp. He squeals in shock, and looks at her in total surprise. Of course, he quickly wanted to know how to do this himself! Now all they needed was a test subject...

Goofy Rockpaw trace over a meme by me.

Meanwhile Ratfur decides its time for him to head back to his own territory, Applethorn is insitant he come walk him to the border. Their conversation was awkward, if barely flirty. Once finally approaching Snake Rocks, the place between their territories, Ratfur decides to share something on his mind that had been bothering him.

A warrior from Ash Clan, Bonetooth, died suddenly in his sleep. What was the strangest part about it, was how he looked completely disfigured as though a huge fight. But no one ever noticed him leave, there was no blood indicating he had dragged himself back from battle, no indication anything would have wanted to kill him-- or even if he were ill he appeared healthy. This clearly has completely shaken up Ratfur, not understanding why Sorreltail was doing nothing about the incident. How everyone insisted it should be kept quiet. He looks to Applethorn with some relief after letting it all out.

Fern Clan's seer promises to speak with Star Clan that night to see if he can get any answers. Ratfur is thankful, and finally the two part ways.

Darkstar and Darkshade return into camp just after Applethorn-- and just in time to see young Rockpaw stealthily slip up behind the large orange tom and spring onto him in an act of play ambush. It completely takes Applethorn off guard, and Darkstar lets out a rare chuckle.

Buttermoss pridefully watches, glad her lessons with Rockpaw are settling in smoothly. Applethorn scolds the small kit for surprising him like that, and gives him a lecture on how not everything must be about violence! Darkstar thinks about Applethorn's talent for violence, but says nothing.

She decides it's time to name Featherspot's kits as apprentices.

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・゜+.

　°。+ *´

Darkstar that night calls upon Fern Clan to name three new apprentices. She gives Berrypaw to Dustclover (Leaf wasnt able to make this game so we are saving the ceremony for next game!) Dapplepaw to Applethorn, and Goldenpaw to herself. Each cat makes whispers encouragement to their apprentice.

Applethorn's Promise, by Flame.

Darkstar's Promise, by Flame.

The clan celebrates their newly made apprentices, the group of cats brag about their mentors and sing and dance. Prey is had and enjoyed, cats chatter and clan life goes on... But Applethorn had important things to face.

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・゜+.

　°。+ *´

He looks to Star Clan for answers that night, fatigue of their vagueness wore him down. He met with Maplesong, his past mentor. Before she may speak with him, she is over come with a warning: THE ENEMY SLEEPS RIGHT BESIDE YOU.

The stars slip over until Applethorn stands upside down, inside the Darkforest where Icestar waits for him. A strangely sober version of him at least, perhaps in his death he had regained his mind. But clearly that didnt make him a good cat if he was here.

Applethorn demands answers, demands to be shown something. Icestar guides him through the muddy waters to an island where the spire sits. Hundreds of cats sit beneath it as it sparks and spits with lightning. Finally it strikes a cat down, Applethorn recognizes them as a Boulder Clan cat. These were cats from all the clans, LIVING cats.

Most horrifically in the frey sits Rockpaw. He tries to call out to him, but it appears only Icestar can see Applethorn. Once the Boulder Clan cat falls dead, the crowd race to maul his body and rip from it a red glowing light. An Ash Clan cat manages to grab it, everyone backs off. He eats it like its the juiciest piece of fresh kill he'd ever caught. Then his body convulses. He vomits black, falls to the muddy ground seizing, but its stops as abruptly as it began. A darkforest cat steps out from the darkness, and guides him into the black woods.

Applethorn runs in terror, runs to a light to someone calling his name!

Dapplepaw sits above him, touching him with worry in her eyes. He is releived to be back, and tries to push away what he had seen for now... Helping Dapplepaw get more comfortable in his den, with a soft nest and a nice view of camp... How pleasant things had seemed, of course it never lasted...

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Hello note from the Narrator here, sorry this post is long asf. I really didn't have to write in so much detail, but so much happened this past game. I've also been adding alt text to all my friends drawings, that tacks on some time. But I think thats worth it.

#adventures #omen of fire #warrior cats adventure game #warriors rp

[gubbygifs]

𓍊𓋼𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼 Tag Guide .𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼 𓍊𓋼

I try to be consistent with with tagging on what's relevant in each post, but if I miss a tag in a recent post I wouldn't mind a head up! I love organising when I can.

This is to be used as a reference for which ever types of stim gifs you're looking for.

Expect this to be edited from time to time :)

✿ Colours ✿

Red - Bright red, Crimson, Coquelicot

Orange - Peachy, Fanta,

Yellow - Chartreuse, Neon yellow, Mustard

Green - Lime green, Emerald, Olive, Teal

Blue - Ultramarine, Cerulean, Cyan, Navy, Royal blue,

Purple - Lavander, Magenta

Pink - Pastel pink, Hot pink, Cerise

Black - Charcoal

Grey - Silver, Dusty

White - Offwhite

Brown - Light brown, Dark brown, Beige, Almond

Misc. - Neon, Pastel, Gold, Duochrome, Greyscale, Colourful, Bnw/b&w (black and white) Trans, Bi, RGB,

〘Effects and related〙

Glitter, Glittery, Shimmery, Pearlecent, Iridescent, Flashing, Flickering, Glow, Glitch/Glitchy,

❅Weather and related❅

Sunny Nighttime Foggy Snow/ Snowy Icey Clouds Rain/Rainy

❁Nature and related❁

Animals - Aquatic life, Axolotls, Birds, Cats, Coral, Crows, Mice, Owls, Sharks,

Environments: Creeks, Rivers, Ocean, Forests, Trees, Plants, Flowers, Ponds

✯Food and related✯

Food - Baking, Bread, Desserts, Cakes, Cupcakes, Chocolate, Savory,

Drinks - Coffee, Alcohol, Hot chocolates

Textures and related

Feely textures: Slime, Soft, Fur, Squishy

Textiles - Leather, Cloth, Knitted, Silk

꒰ఎ ~Vibes~ ໒꒱

Comfort - Homey, Nostalgia, Cozy

Camping, Retro, Vintage,

"-Core" aesthetics

(some of these are pretty specific as far as "-Core" goes)

Piratecore, Crowcore, Violencecore, Angelcore, Bunnycore, Cybercore, Sciencecore, Techcore, Robocore

◩Technology◪

Technology - Computers, Cameras,

#pinned #stim blog #not screenreader friendly

[gettingintoknives]

What are your pets since you have 33???? How do you take care of all of them thats crazy 😧

They have their own blog over at @bufomancer !! And an instagram with the same name

right now I have 25 rodents (13 mice, 5 african soft fur rodents, 6 gerbils, and 1 hamster) plus a foster hamster and 2 foster mice. 4/6 of the gerbils are sanctuary animals at the rescue I work for, so they’re “mine” but technically belong to Tiny Whiskers Animal Rescue. The rescue is how I ended up with a guinea pig in my bathtub yesterday… Who has since gone to stay with one of my other foster homes that already has piggies & is better equipped for them lol.

I have 6 reptiles/amphibians- A western hognose, a ball python, a morphed axolotl, an ornate pacman frog, a leopard gecko, and a crested gecko.

Plus two cats!

Most of my animals are from rescue or rehoming situations. They kind of accumulate 😅 It is wall to wall enclosures in my apartment.

It’s a lot of work but I don’t really have other big hobbies besides taking care of them + talking about animal care. My other hobbies are all pretty low cost & flexible. They get expensive though so it helps to buy in bulk, shop around for deals, etc but I do also get the occasional donation towards the foster animals and the sanctuary animals that live with me.

If you have any other questions feel free to let me know either on here or on my pet blog!

#transmissions from the nearest star #anonymous

[justicefanged]

Honor Is Stored In The Tail

You notice things you would never have picked out before. Seeing the world from down here, you occasionally find odd tokens in the grass, in pots, in other such hidden places. Trouble is, they appear to be but half of whatever treasure you’ve found. Not to worry! One of the fairies captured in a recent mission is all too happy to take them off your hands, promising good luck and miracles for every complete match. Who knows if the ‘good luck’ is real, but there does seem to have been one small side effect after the fact: you’ve learned, quite incidentally, that you can now speak with mice! And hoo boy, do they have a lot to say: they humbly request your help, O strange near-hairless rodents, in order to defeat the threat of other mice invading their (your) territory. Teach them, they plead! Teach them to fight! Well, all right then. Surely nothing untoward will come of you showing one or two of them how to swing a stick… [ Grants Any Skill +1 ]

@serraic

There really was something bewildering about coming face to...snoot? with a mouse that was roughly the same size as you. Linus had never paid much attention to the little creatures when he was at his regular size, outside of catching them every now and then when he was a boy -- despite warnings not to, but really, he only got bit sometimes. But this! This was...not a catchable mouse. Unless they wrestled. Maybe then. Yeah, he felt pretty confident he could wrestle this mouse and win--

“Are you sure we can trust the tailless ones with this?” One of the mice chitters, cleaning its whiskers in a somewhat nervous fashion as it speaks. There is a soft ripple of murmurs at this from the others, big, black eyes darting about and round ears on a swivel.

Oh, right. They talk. Of course they talk, why wouldn’t they talk? Everything else was going batshit, why not this?

“We do not have a choice, brother. The pale furs are getting bolder in their advances, and if we do not push them back now, we will lose our home!” 

Jeez, these mice spoke stuffy for...well, mice. But, if they picked it up from the people at the academy, that did sorta make sense...

“Hey--” Linus tried to break into the conversation, as they were very clearly talking about him, but they just kept talking over him and themselves.

“We don’t even know how smart they are, or how capable--” “My babies are so frightened, how will more fighting help--!” “We need to broker peace!” “No, we need to make a stand!”

Growling, Linus picked up a rock -- which was probably more of a pebble, but size was weird right now, so it was a pretty decent sized rock to him -- and chucked it into the gaggle of mice with an irritated huff. The rodents scrambled in all directions before grouping back up, noses twitching and eyes wide. “Would ya shut the hell up for a second!” he barked out, giving them a seething glare as one of the mice fluffed up in outrage at his interruption, tail curling about its paws as it remained silent at the look tossed its way. “What. Exactly. Do ya need from me?” he bit out.

The mice blinked, more twitchy noses, glances shared between the group, before one of them stepped forward with a dignified ahem. “Y-Yes, well...what we need is...someone to teach us how to fight off the invaders trying to take over our home. Many of us have younglings, and to be driven out of our ancestral home would be a dishonor we could not bear...Why, we would have to lose our tails, if such a thing were to happen!”

“Teach us to fight! With those thorns you use!” Another rodent piped up, young sounding and perhaps a little too eager. “We will learn fast! We promise! We even have a healer to our cause already!”

A healer...?

The group of mice split down the middle, one with darker, almost black fur padding forward with a gallant gait, escorting-- Wait a minute, was the a girl? A human girl?

“Well fuck, guess we’re in the same boat, huh, sister?” Linus snorted in disbelief, almost laughing at the absurdity of it all as the equally as shrunk student was brought to the front of the group.

#serraic #[this is so long & rambly but i got caught up in the mouse-ness of it all]