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The Coyote and the SnowThe hills behind the cliffs to the east were dusted with fresh snow that had fallen from the night before. The shrubs bowed under the new load and the landscape palette had changed from orange and green under the blue sky to white and black under a gray sheet of clouds that warned the winter weather wasn’t finished.The Coyote and the Snow by Ski-Machine
A few inches of snow wouldn’t have been too difficult to deal with at first but now that the new snow was added it made wading through the cold powder more tedious for the kangaroo rats of Skytown, so almost everyone had taken to their cactus holes or the tunnels beneath the city to keep warm and wait out the worst of the day. But not everyone was holing up, work had to be done so everyone was taking care to get as much done as possible so they could avoid being caught out in the next flurry.
First Tail and Second Tail were part of a small patrol sent away from the canyon to the hills to search for quail or other meat birds. The stores were running low on dried
Tucson Turkey Day: Part 1 “Andrew!” Gears waved to the dormouse coming down the dimming street in his stagecoach.Tucson Turkey Day: Part 1 by Ski-Machine
“Gears.” Andrew pulled up along the side of the street. “Need a ride?”
“If you’re paying.” Gears climbed up onto the bench next to him and took off his cavalry cap, wiping his wrist across his brow fur. “You’d think this brisk weather’d cool me off after eight hours of the machine room.”
“Tired?” Andrew grinned as he slumped in his seat.
“Is your coat frilly and blue?” Gears snorted and spotted Jerri on the next corner, bundled up in two moth-eaten cardigans and a scarf as he headed home dow
Mr. Nice Guy Part 4Charlie watched Bo and the others talk and felt he was taking up space so he stepped back. The platform for the train station was crowded and the group closed in on themselves. He sighed and went to stand beside the bench where Davey had gone to sit and rest his leg.Mr. Nice Guy Part 4 by Ski-Machine
“I know you!” Darla looked at Ben with a smile. “At least I think I do. You worked here in the train station last winter, right? At a vendor stand?”
“I did.” Ben nodded. “I sold hot cider. With my neighbors.”
“Well, it’s good to meet you again.” Darla looked up at Isaac. “I have some good news for you too! But I’m starving, the food on the train smelled bad so I didn’t want to risk eating it.”
“Let’s here the good news.” Bo flipped the brim of Isaac’s hat playfully.
“Bo!” Isaac hissed.
“Not until I get some food.” Darla teased Bo and reached out towards Davey, who stood up and limped ove
Little Bean and the Settler Part IISecond Tail scraped his spear tip with his stone blade before sheathing it and glancing back at his brother and rubbing his shoulder.Little Bean and the Settler Part II by Ski-Machine
"Cold?" First Tail raised his ears. "I told you to bring a shirt out tonight, its growing colder again." He looked away again, distraction, what he had dismissed as approaching thunder a hour or so ago was starting to worry him as no clouds blotted out the stars. The thunder might have been something else. Something like gunfire in the distance
"Then why is the day so hot." Second Tail sighed. "I'm fine." He stood up and looked out over the massive star-scape above the trees and scrub of the surrounding desert.
First Tail perked his ears and stood up as well. "Hear that?"
"I don't hear anything." Second Tail arched a brow.
"You would if you stopped talking." First Tail shushed him and strained his hearing. "Down there." He pointed into the shadowy blackness of the brush below the treetops. The two brothers picked their way down the canyo
Little Bean and the SettlerLittle Bean leaned under the overhang to rest. She'd left early that morning, way before dawn to get a jump start on her day. Yesterday she'd found traces of settler activity on the outskirts and hadn't had any time to check it out more thoroughly. She should have reported it last night, she knew that very well. But she hated returning to camp without any tangible information to report. Father always scolded her for it too, not a month ago he had brought it up again.Little Bean and the Settler by moSHypants
"You'll get yourself killed out there in exchange for your curiosity. It isn't your job to confront the danger. You are to find it and report back. It is the job of a Sentry to deal with our threats."
"It's my job to get information that will help our village to thrive. I won't return with fragmented news of danger. What is the point of my scouting if I don't bring back information that is useful to our Sentries?"
"I won't lose you because of your hard-headedness." He would growl back.
It was safe to say Lil' and her fathe
Chapter 1 The day seemed like any other... The only strange thing was the sky was a grotesque shade of coral. A color far too soft to light up the darkest alleys of Blackstone. It gave everything in sight a sickening rosey shade that -on a normal day- would've made the townspeople laugh. However, the town was unusually quiet - as if sending the townspeople a warning of danger to come. It was early, but most of the storekeepers would have opened their shop by now, however not a soul stirred in the town. Though not far away, in a settlement on the outskirts of town, a young deer mouse got ready to start her morning chores.Chapter 1 by MLGreen96
Audrey pulled on her boots before quickly before running her hands through her wild curles to try to manage them. She had woken up late and just knew that Garian would kill her if he found out. Though she silently wondered why he had not woken her up she brushed it off as she hu
Scars of the Past (Part 1) I awoke with a start, letting out a soft moan as I raised my hand to my head. It came back covered in blood. I tried to push myself up and let out a gasp of pain, sinking back down. Tears slipped from my eyes as I lay there, in too much pain to move, my blood dripping to the dusty ground.Scars of the Past (Part 1) by Supernova750
I don’t know how long I lay there, waiting to die, but I heard a shout behind me.
“Over there! Come on Bo!”
Hands grasped my shoulder, rolling my over onto my back and I let out a groan of pain. I could barely see through the haze of blood as I gazed past the mouse standing above me at the night sky, wanting more than anything to become part of those stars.
“He’s hurt bad Bo.” I heard a voice speak and it seemed so far away. “We need to get him back to Redcliff.”
“He might not even survive the trip Mitch.” came the reply, still so distant...