The Lead Crown, Ch 6.6 Thaddius
The wolf found his tongue sliding toward his already mangled whiskers, and he pointedly kept it in check, "this will be devastating to them."
wander ~ Chapter 18
Calm, easy expression on his muzzle, even if his ears, whiskers, and tail all twitched of their own accord every now and then.
Recursive Cycles
The 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
Empty Nest
"i can wriggle, yeah, but ... " his whiskers drooped. " ... good." "annika ... " a small sound of pain. " ... sub-commander," she corrected, immediately regretting it.
Milty
His whiskers twitching. taking pity. unable to walk by her. it wouldn't be the christian thing to do, to just pretend she wasn't there. he couldn't just walk by a sobbing fur.
Scurry-ful
And an 8:04 yawn, and a 28-degree whisker-twitch, with warmth wafting from the closed oven, and gourds (yellow, green, and orange) in the middle of the kitchen table (in lieu of once-displayed flowers).
Sheltered from the Coming Cold
whiskers twitching with a picked-up pace, and his mousey motions showing, now, his desire. his need for her. the pulsing vitality of her touch. just the thought, even, of her touch.
Damage
He sniffed the air, his whiskers twitching. and his tail lazily snaking behind him. "that!" she looked to him. "did you hear it?" "no," he whispered.
Advance
whiskers nervously twitching. sitting in a chair ... in an office overlooking the main floor of the factory.
Solace: A Tale of Foxes (Part 3/4)
Its beady eyes scintillated under the morning sun and its ears and whiskers were delicate, handmade by the essence of nature.
Mouse Poems
Next, came a tantalizing, tingling quiver, my ever-active nose and whiskers twitching like i was itching to be scratched. and, by this time, i was. oh, scratch me, please, all down my belly and back.
Where the Marrow Should Be
"ah ... mm ... " a whisker-twitching, "well ... why? do i look like i wouldn't?" "are we being honest?" she asked, raising her brow. a quiet, lip-biting nod.