A Silent Soul- Chapter 24
The sight of my friend caused my whiskers to twitch happily, and i closed the door as she settled on the floor, her books already strewn across the room. "are you coming over or are you just going to stand there all day?"
Ghosts
Sleek black fur covered her from head to toe, her whiskers were long and bowed, and her tail was long and tipped with only a small patch of white. i stood straighter and held out the box i was carrying.
Victory for the Romantic Muse
A swallow and a whisker-twitch. "to romance," he whispered. "are you two almost done?" injected a third voice. they turned to see barrow, spreading his periwinkle, winged arms.
Verses to Auran
I feel a very long tail twitch in trepidation as a breath of wind passes and tingles through my fur and whiskers. i look at the mirror: what do i see? i see myself, auran, an ouroboros with a red and white pelt, emerald scales and golden eyes.
Rubber Rabbit Doll
He plucked a few bristles from an old painting brush and used them for the doll's whiskers. slate took a step back to admire his work so far; "well aren't you a charming little thing?" he said, beaming and stroking his whiskers.
#SimplyPurrfect (Revised Edition)
I touch my face, feeling the odd shape of my newly formed muzzle and the tickle from the whiskers on the opposite sides of my nose.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 33)
Felines point their whiskers at their target of focus. it's only for a split second, but there is a very subtle twitch in the muzzle that can reveal what a cat is truly focused on.
Punishment (Cat Tf)
But it wasnt much longer when her face pushed out into a muzzle, forming whiskers at her nose. she wanted to yell but all that came out was a huge meow. still trying hard to yell it was no use meanwhile she began to shrink down into a cat size.
The Art of Mingling
His whiskers twitch-twitched, and his tail snaked behind him, like a fishing line moving through the air, fishing for invisible things. "just saying: after a few weeks, a few months ... you'll stop looking up.
You're Gone
_2:21 pm markus\>_ i could spank you for that, miss prissy whiskers.
Anthro novel - Chapter Six, Remorse.
Pakari felt her snout burn, a prickle of pain running through her skin whenever she moved her whiskers. she walked along the pristine spacious corridor, so much more beautiful and clean than her own.
Guardian [Poem]
Your whiskers are wet. your tail is dripping.