Lonely Oak Chapter 3
His whiskers formed a mustache. he set the plate into her hand. "good boy. emmy wants you to eat the ones she has, and she'll have the ones on the table, agreed?"
Transformed into the Easter Bunny
Picking up a coloured egg from the basket with a pair of surprisingly dextrous forepaws, the rabbit sniffed it, glassy-eyed, and looked out at the new, new world with his whiskers quivering.
Beginning to Solidify
The raccoon's whiskers tangled with the wolf's shorter, slighter ones, and brad's big, blunt nose rubbed against jonathon's little, square one. their eyes were shut tight.
FutureLand
His dad looked up, his whiskers twitching absentmindedly. "yeah joseph?" throwing a look over his shoulder, joseph leaned in. "does it feel like the robots are watching you?"
Cleaning Comes First
Peregrine's whiskers twitched. he was in the shuttle's doorway. "quiet as a mouse," he whispered, tail wavering. he swallowed, eyes darting. his gaze going back to them. "more than a saying, you know?" whiskers twitched.
Alabaster and the Ring of Winter - Chapter 1 - The Midsummer Festival
The otter snorted derisively, bringing his stein to his lips, but the raccoon could see the tell-tale smirk on terrance's whiskered muzzle. he'd join them, eventually.
Feyrahl, FA Ch 2.3
He wriggled his nose, whiskers twitching and he reached up to rub the back of his neck. looking back to her he stated "i go where you go, mistre--" he froze at the faintest furrow of her brow, and he corrected himself. "ah... mackenzie."
With Open Arms
A tilt of her head, whiskers twitching. "i got good at it. i'm a rat. we're scrappy," was all she said, not elaborating on anything that may have happened to her. or anything she may have done.
Ardring - Chapter 3
He stroked his whiskers, which were long and slightly curled downwards at the end from their weight and length. he was short, and dark brown, the root where most of the astaire children had gotten their dark brown fur-- but zerrif didn't get it.
Homemade, My Sweet
A weak, little nod, whiskers all a-twitch and eyes half-open. "let's try and keep going. see if we can ... " " ... finish." "yeah.
Buttons
A soft sigh from him, whiskers twitch-twitching. twitching. her own whiskers twitched, as well. maybe a bit less frenetically. maybe. it was close. mouse-whiskers and rat-whiskers, regardless, were active things. and her nose sniffed at him.
No White Opals, Part 1
It took her less than thirty seconds to pick the mechanical lock on the back door and her whiskers twitched again as she thought to herself "way to go, jiibelle... not exactly breaking the mold, are you?"