Because We Have Wings
**_Monday_** There is nothing better than waking up naturally, rising slowly from the depths of sleep because of the clear, slowly growing dawn bringing golden light into your bedroom windows -- or, in this case, into the high windows set into the...
The Desperate Hours
The large, powerful lion looked through the observation window into the hospital room beyond, his forepaw clenched desperately into a fist pressed against the glass, his face caught somewhere between terror and rage. The body in the bed beyond lay...
Collar 13 -- I Am Called
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Questions
"All Saints Day," Barton said into the quiet. "Pardon?" "The day ye both came t' find me." Barton sat in his chair near the fire, while the twins sat on the sofa nearby. They wanted to be sitting in his lap, as they often had over the past week,...
Touching the Past, Part 1
Maw agape, the young numbat graduate student stared upward at the huge, ornate construction that stood before him. The height alone awed him, at least 70m if it were a centimeter, and all that from the base of the foundation; at the moment, he was...
Collar 14 -- Numbers and 1 Corinthians
Fletcher and I took our evening calmative in the kitchen, to sit at the table and talk about "small stuff," as he called it. Showing excellent discretion, Mrs. Whitson made sure that we had exactly two fine snickerdoodle cookies each to go with our...
Spotted (2019)
The locker door closed quietly, accompanied by a small, nearly silent sigh. The young white stoat looked carefully around himself, grateful that he didn't see any of the faces that usually meant trouble, or at least moderate discomfort. He had thought...
History Lesson
"All right, class," the lady cheetah clapped her forepaws smartly, smiling. "The bell's already rung. In your seats, time to begin." With the various grumbling complaints that befitted the rebellious hormones of adolescence, the class of some...
The Stag and the Ocean
_A beginning is a delicate thing..._ _The old wolf sat alone at his table in the café, waiting to meet his friend. "I have a story to tell," his friend had told him, "of how I came to be born. I have told the story in music; it's time now for you to...
Handicapping (Pundamentals 1)
Handicapping She was nervous as a... well, she was nervous, anyway. Her long full tail twitched almost as much as her long whiskers, as she waited for the line to move forward. As a rule, she was patient - most cats, especially those who still hunted...
Will You Serve
The drive back to my house -- I still couldn't quite call it "home," for so many reasons -- was calming, thoughtful... thought-full. I didn't feel burdened or depressed in any way. I wasn't even whelmed (Darkstar assured me that it really was a word)....
Identity Theft, Part 1
I could have answered him a moment before he asked the question, but now, my mind seemed utterly blank. “Mr. Rawlins?” My name. That might be my name. A lot of other things were trying to crowd back into my mind as well. “Yes. I mean, yes,...