Seventeenth Straight Sheridan Spring Spaghetti Social
His whiskers twitched. "what is ... a shindig?" a bright giggle. "uh ... " giggle. "don't know, really. it's ... i guess it's a rural thing. it's ... a shindig.
What I Know
Her whiskers twitching against his chin, as she breathed, " ... oh, perry." another sigh. a swallow. " ... mm." that was all she could manage right now. at least for a few seconds.
Catnundrum. Chapter Two.
Snowflakes were sticking to his whiskers making the cat fidget from the cold. a whisker twitched as his soft icy blues eyes drifted from the dark sky above and down towards the man resting against his car.
None and Much the Richer
His whiskers twitched. the cow thought for a moment, suggesting, "well, how 'bout you title it first? instead of last?" "well, cause i don't know what i'm gonna write about until it's written.
Slow News Day
The green whiskered dragon bellowed. ricardo gritted his teeth. fertilizer? he was after some stupid plant food! as much as he wanted to yell, it would have been pointless.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 27)
Hafsa stays silent, but her twitching whiskers tell all. "i dislike herbivores who think carnivores have it easy," he continues. "like we're cartoonish villains that relish in herbivores' suffering.
Personifying the Sun
whiskers twitching. saying, "i don't know." "well ... " "well, i ruined our evening." the rabbit bit her lip. tilting her head a bit. "no ... you just ... you've had a bad day." "well, i shouldn't have." "well, you did."
Leaving the Den
Wren's whiskers twitched. "i did talk to him," she admitted, "but ... we're not gonna do that. but he strongly advises you get some rest. and spend some time with the rest of the crew.
The Photographers Apprentice - Chapter eight: The Student becomes the Teacher.
Grabbing a handful of his whiskers with my left paw and tugging on them hard as i watched peter flinch in pain. an evil smirk started to spread across his muzzle as peter continued to mouth the words - "gutter. rat."
The Anchor Holds
Though, even so, his whiskers twitched. and how his nose sniffed! prompting him to ... "ah-choo!" once. pause. twice. "ah-choo ... " his eyes squeezed to a watery, helpless shut.
The Local Weather
whiskers twitching. "i don't think, in their minds, we're worth being recalled. we're just misfit officers." a pause. "we're on our own. this is no longer a 'federation' station. we're just an outpost.
Potato Soup
His whiskers twitched a few times, then stopped. otter-whiskers weren't the over-active kind. they were very low-key. "you gotta cut them," rhine whispered back. "the potatoes." "oh." he flushed beneath his fur, giving off some extra heat.