Heart of the Forest ~ Chapter 13
Sulla's paw tightened on his waist and he felt the wolf's lips and muzzle curl back in a silent snarl, though the rumbling breath still came out and across his whiskers again.
A Curtain Falls Over Furdom 19: Light
You, on the other paw," i stated, glaring at him with twitching whiskers, "are ignoring whatever pain you have. you are trying to act normally, but i can tell. you need to take it easy." he grimaced. found out.
Star Fox: Inertia - Ch. 9 of 12
whiskers were sensitive and whisker-pulls were the worst. the vixen's ears perked toward the main lab door. someone was coming down the corridor. fire-forged determination and hard-won confidence stood out against the excitable curiosity of the techs.
Every Nine Lives Or So (Heat 15 Story)
I run my paws down my face, flattening my whiskers. "you shoulda left it buried." "you'll have to forgive me. i was six." she waves away my despair. "my playmates were terribly impressed."
A Servant's Heart, Chapter 17
She held it for a moment and then leaned down and brushed her whiskers to his. "i'll see you soon, love," she whispered. even in his deep sleep, the link pulsed with a flow of love, bringing a smile to her face.
Willow and Wisteria ~ Chapter 1 ~
He had never known that kind of sweet earthiness could tickle his whiskers until the first time he had accidentally spilled his cup.
Recursive Cycles
Way you forgot to appreciate how the sky shifts as night falls or day breaks, the sound of rainfall and thunder or another's voice, the smell of freshly cooked pie or wild flowers, the feel of another's arms wrapped around you or how it feels to brush whiskers
Catnundrum. Chapter Three.
Rob continued as he slowly guiding the cat's head against his burly chest, feeling those whiskers rub against his pecs.
Shopping is Better With Friends
Thunder huffed, blowing a whisker. "even that's not worth sitting here watching you go through this like a woman that goes through shoes."
Bahamut's Light: Chapter 7
There the metal object lay, tied to one of the beasts whiskers. he groaned to himself, hoping that tidbit had been false. with a deep breath and pounding heart he advanced, praying to the gods the beast would not wake.
The Spots Don’t Lie
On the verge of tearing out my own whiskers, i smashed the entire last batch and stomped off to demand a new destiny. the fourth spot-reader dug out paper and charcoal: "would you mind if i did a sketch?
Riparian
"we'd just use up more resources that way," advance said, whiskers twitching. "i mean, if we can squeeze seven into one pod ... might as well do it. besides, it'll only take a few minutes to get over there."