The Night-watch
The mouse stirred. gently extracting himself from the young lutra's arms, he turned to look over the sleeping face and smiled, petting a plush hand along his cheek-fur and hair. jd, he was called.
Winter's Warmth
Queen rosaynn shivered in the winter air that blew through the castle's throne room, stirring the dust that had been lurking in the corners for years.
My last song
The sight of her stirs something deep in my weary soul and i look directly up at her. the sound starts low in my gray furred chest and rises, as loona herself rises in all her magnificence.
Seekers Tale Part 30
His description of his savior stirs a memory in me but i keep my silence letting jasper finish his story.
New Hopes: Escape
The youth that she held against her front stirred in his fasteners made from their old bedding; that kept him against her breast and stomach....
The Great Escape
"i've missed you so much" he whispered softly into my ear, his melodic and beautiful voice stirring emotions deep within myself. i pulled away slowly to face him, noticing he too had tears forming in his now sparkling eyes.
Poem: Double Life (of depression)
stirring my thoughts, that now pour. awash with emotions of cheer and fun. and of course the lame furry pun! fill my heart with childlike joy! no longer am i the sad little boy!
Everlasting
Quaking bellows surge through the ground, the room alight in a warm glow as a serpent large and bold from sleep stirred. blade and fang glare down the rivals' joust, a wiry smile the last remorse as the two lay 'way their weapons.
new life, younger life (warning, babyfur abdl refrenches)
#7 of poems just a new poem a pounding in your head as i start to stir you look around, don't see anything you shout but you cant form a sound, you realize something is in your mouth you try to move but you are held fast you try to take in what
Dreamscape[prose poetry]
Time stands still, no wind stirs the flowers, yet they don't seem to know it. a call, a howling crow warns of a coming threat from mt enbrell. the flowers shriek, and the mountain bleeds a shadow.
The Cheshire Cat
The cockroaches are stirring in the wall. they call it a party. i call it dead: the music sours, the clawing colors crawl. if you've some sense, and would evade it all; the simplest way to hide is to go clear. take me.
Kneel down beside the jackalope and pet the eevee on the head
The jackalope stirs and looks over at the eevee ans smiles. then it turns back and looks sleepily up at you. "am i dreaming?"