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Travis- 14 My tongue lolled as I looked on. However, my amusement was short-lived as one of the she-wolves had scented me. "What is this, a free-for-all?" she snarled. I ...

Jinx "Pardon me for eavesdropping. I could not help myself." With an easy motion, I jumped from the roof where I'd been hiding. "This is fantastic-- the first time our ...

It's been one of those days. Nothing seems to go right- especially when you suddenly morph into a wolf. Now you're on the run with nowhere to go. You join ...

Jinx Interesting. The one called Tommi gave a little start, then looked up at the others. I must've disturbed some bit of trash. The dog's eyes snapped onto me, and ...

Thornkit "So, we're supposed to... save the forest?" Smallkit nodded, her eyes shining. When no cat spoke, she looked a little put out. "It isn't that we doubt you..." Stonekit ...

Alex "Odd mice, to be sure... Come on, Rei. Let's get this stuff put away." No reply. He looked around, and finally spotted her beside a young sparrow. She was ...

Name: Thornkit Gender: tom Personality: He tends to be blunt with cats he doesn't know, but with his friends he's a different story. Likes to play, and curious about other ...

Alex "I'll bet you a coin that stew's Celine's doing." Reisa said nothing, though her smile widened with the first sip. She pointed to the clock on one wall. "Yes, ...

Name: Alex Age (mouse years) 12 Gender: male Personality: Honest and forthright, Alex speaks his mind and considers himself a "gentlemouse". Appearance: Light gray with a sooty nose. Long, curling ...

Lord Owling, the despised overlord and lover of crossword puzzles. has escaped. However, his influence is far from cleansed... Our heroes won at a terrible cost. Sky is in a ...

Jack: Somewhere around Tess's piece, my fingers started tapping the drumhead. All of them were good; the back of my mind teased me a little. What was I doing here ...

Jack- I was hardly aware of the impatient tugging at my sleeve. "Bonnington--" As one tune flowed into another, I found myself tapping a beat on my trouser seam. The ...

Name: Jack Bonnington Age: thirteen and a half. Instrument: African hand drums. blond hair, bleached almost white. A ruffled look that speaks of seagoing experience. Personality: A prankster, but devo

Graymoon: A breeze flitted through the forest, carrying many scents. "Prey animals, rain on the way..." Foxcloud stiffened suddenly. "What is it?" I asked, concerned. Instead of answering, she bounded