Final Migration [Iron Pen Winner, Furry Migration, 2015]
_This story was the winning submission in Furry Migration 2015's "Iron Pen" competition. The rules were to create the story in under 24-hours using the "ingredients" of a Minnesota-native animal species, a "migration" of some sort, and a secret...
Ander - Chapter 4, Subchapter 44
And suddenly the pines outside weren't just shadows among shadows anymore. he could see them clearly, bathed in a far-off orange glow, pulsating in the night. he could smell the smoke, he could hear the roar of the flames growing louder and louder.
Eeveelutions of Time: Chapter #2
He swiftly maneuvered away from the current position, slowly working his way around the back of the pine tree, increasing his speed as he set his first paw onto the bark.
Rails of Ice: Part Two
Wish i could tell ya more, i really do" the pine marten nodded softly at that.
Firedragons
The slopes were covered in a dense pine forest, and now it was ablaze, from one side of the valley to the other.
Chapter 4 Descisions in the dark
" mr white tail "this is giles from three pines i am sorry to in........." the phone drops from his limp fingers.
Eeveelutions of Time: Chapter #2
He swiftly maneuvered away from the current position, slowly working his way around the back of the pine tree, increasing his speed as he set his first paw onto the bark.
650 Cat Versus Wilderness
The pointed ends of the blades will bite easily into soft wood, like pine, or close nicely around a wide range of conveniently sized objects when thrown.
Ty's Other Taur-iffic Adventure
The little creature was industriously rolling its ball over pine needles and small pine cones, which stuck to the ball with a little "pluck" sound.
Of the Wolf's Blood
It was the howling that had caused tyler to wander onto the pine shore settlement's grounds. the sound of guns being fired beforehand hadn't caught his attention.
Chapter 1 ( added more)
I walk over scattered brown pine needles enjoying the smell of pine. as i am walking i am listening for the sounds of my enemies while trying not to step on fallen branches that have a habit of making a large snapping sound.
A Bronze Rising: Blackout
Between the gently swaying boughs of the pine trees, there lay a nest of red gore. sir henry lay dismembered deep in the confines of my very own garden. or at least i assumed it was sir henry.