Waiting for Thunder
His whiskers twitched. "i'm weak," was his final statement. "you are not weak." emerson, not responding to that, turned his head a bit, nose sniffing. sniff-twitching.
Driven to Thirst
Scratching ever-so-lightly, and raising her head a bit, her whiskers doing a singular twitch and her ears waggling as he, finally, began his suckling. "oh," she sighed.
TLoS: After the war (Chapter 2)
Spyro said, as he returned to watch boltwire, who charged his antenna like whiskers. the air around the whiskers began to crackle, and there was some small lightning visible and the tip of the whiskers began to glow bright.
A Folded Bird
whiskers twitching. "why?" "i was just concerned. i should have gone with you." "you had to study," he said, biting his lip. his tail snaked silently. "i didn't wanna stop you.
The Murdered Sun
His whiskers twitched ferociously. "one of them did this. i know they did." jinx looked to the foxes.
Attention, Please
A singular whisker-twitch. and chirkof bit her lip, sighing out. "i do not know how to love. i know how to breed. but i do not know," she confessed, "how to love." "neither did i, at first.
Fyrebrand Cafe
Thunder asked, twirling one of his whiskers around. mel nodded eagerly. if the food here was as good as the drinks, then he may have found a new place to visit, despite the oddities.
Hush
Just took a deep, shaky breath, his pink, sniffing nose ever-breathing, and his clear, long whiskers ever a-twitch, a-twitch. feeling the distant vibrations in the atmosphere.
'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.
Waechtersbach
Her father's whiskers, and her father's face. she tried to grab at field's whiskers. to pull at them. "hey," field whispered, smiling, looking down at her. "whisker-grabber. i bet you like the smell of the cookies, don't you? you can't have one.
Handicapping (Pundamentals 1)
Her long full tail twitched almost as much as her long whiskers, as she waited for the line to move forward.
Witch Switch
I plopped a cat's whisker into the brew and couldn't help but cackle at my plot a single drop into her drink would do a rival would become my new mascot she'd look surprised and recognize the taste she'd know it then and yet she'd know too late for