The Non-Insurgency
Her whiskers did a bit of a twitch. her nose did a bit of a sniff, as well. but his whiskers were twitching faster. and his nose was sniffing more fiercely. "perhaps," she repeated.
A Soft, Soft Night
"impressive ones, but ... " "no, they're more than that," he whispered, whiskers twitching. eyes watching them. pupils heavily dilated and soaking their neon-green, flashing lights. "darling, they're ... like, they're just ... beautiful.
A Servant's Heart, Chapter 1
The fur covering her body kept her warm against the cool night air, and her nose twitched between quivering whiskers as she scented something on the air.
Something Fire-Like
His nose and whiskers twitched. "the engine seemed to tremble as i drove through this great town ... and i found the house where we used to live.
Rivers of Suggestion
Dressed in black from whiskers to tail ... wearing gloves on their paws. coming to town to buy the venom from jay t's venezuelan blues (his tropical spiders).
The Kitten of Fire - medium poem
Normal in size with strange looking whiskers, that are symmetrical on both cheeks, connected at the base. from the shadow you can see a similar tail. a long feline tail with small spikes at the tip. the cat-like figure opens its eyes.
Trevor Story 1
Once he had found a half-eaten container and although it was hard to get into the sticky sweetness all over his whiskers and the healthy waddle he maintained for the next week made it worth it. it was too much to bear.
Guro Challenge #23: Nosebleed
Grath's paw came away from her whiskers with blood on it. "it's nothing, really." "i wouldn't call that much blood nothing, it's on your tunic," clecky said, offering a pawkerchief. "does that happen a lot? i know some beasts get that."
A Trap I Laid
Newfound fangs and whiskers are the prize for his persistance.
What Lies Beyond the Walls, Book I: Chapter 17
Lillen kept playing with the hare, tickling him with her long whiskers and rubbing her nose against his until he started to break out into an even bigger fit of laughter.
Distress Calls
Her whiskers twitching, nose sniffing. the aroma of the melting butter on the wheat toast, and ... the sweetness of the fruit. the freshness of the water.
Rising Tides Part 1
Adding them to the platter once she had put it on her own back by using her mouth and whiskers with careless ease. "and rendezvous with you there.