Chance's Encounters. Prologue.
His whiskers were a faint wispy white. his chest and paws were white while his arms and legs black. even the tip of his black tail was white. the peculiar creature was looking up at its step-mother who was on the phone.
What Was Broken [12]
Taws blinked at the photo and then back up at the irish setter still waiting, a baited look pulling at his whiskers and his tail moving more brusquely now.
Embers on Ice - Chapter One
Nin's ears flattened and his whiskers twitched, the memory still carrying a flicker of second-hand irritation. "odell froze for a moment but then his ears flattened.
Drifting Anchors
Allowing his whiskers to brush hers. her whiskers twitched. his didn't. and the twitching of her whiskers ended up making his whiskers move, and he liked that subtle, little feeling. a weak nod.
Nyandemic Story, pt. 8
I could see better now; she was indeed a full-fledged anthropomorphic cat-woman, and those were in fact whiskers.
The Leaves of Fall Act 3: Something That Matters (Part 26)
\>your eyes creak open… \>…and are filled with sterile, surgical light \>a paramedic — a cheetah — leans over you \>her whiskers and nose twitch as she sees you flirting with consciousness \>”hey joe! he’s awake!”
Hooray For Our Talkeetna
Their whiskers brushed. as they always did when they kissed. there was not a lighter, more angelic feeling, was there, than when your whiskers brushed? in that soft, errant way? a side-effect of muzzle-on-muzzle?
Chronicles of the Borderline: Chapter VII
-whiskers... -murmured the youth man to himself as he continued to watch his eyes carefully. he seemed slightly fascinated by them.
'Til We Have Faces
"uh ... um ... " whiskers twitching and tail snaking. ears at a super-swivel. "you are scaring him," was a new voice. alabaster. who was taking his lunch break the same time as ural.
Take a Dip
Their little paws and whiskers tickled, and i regretted wearing shorts that day. just ignore it. i told myself. just feed them and get out. and no matter what; avoid the pool on the other side of the enclosure.
Speak Our Minds
whiskers twitching. he held his thin, silky tail in his paws. submissively. voice going quiet. "you know how ... religious i am." a quiet nod from his mate. "i just ... and i'm not allowed to get married.
Nightworld 15: Second Heartbeat
A small pink nose rested just beyond his patch of whiskers, jaw clenched. jaro felt his chest tighten, like a great weight was pushing down on him.