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Post by Majority on Apr 11, 2019 18:22:19 GMT -5
Biscuit, the albino, red-eyed mouse, was enjoying a day in the woods. He was walking at a nice pace, enjoying the scenes around him, listening to the sounds of the birds and leaves he stepped on. It was an ordinary day for ol' Biscuit, and he was enjoying it, taking the time to listen. He would often try to draw; he kept leaves nearby the Oak he would use sticks to etch in. He tried to draw trees and nature, but it is very hard to draw on a leaf with a stick, especially if you're a rat. But his "special stick" was by the Oak; it was the best stick to etch with - he refused to etch without it. Along Biscuit's path was an acorn. Biscuit stopped to examine it. This would make a good etching subject, he thought, considering taking it back to the Oak with him.
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Post by Pygmy on Apr 15, 2019 21:43:49 GMT -5
A small blob of reddish brown fur scurried through the forest floor, scrambling around clusters of grass that towered over him and leaping over rocks in his path. The green stalk of a dandelion was held in his mouth, though the flower was nearly as large as he was. The yellow head bobbed with every movement, bumping and dragging against the dirt. He angled his head to one side to lift the flower higher off the ground, but to no avail. He had been helping his grandfather out with his research, but they ran out of the pigment used for their notes. So, naturally, little Valerian was tasked with finding more. Dandelions were their flower of choice, with all the pollen easily accessible to grind into a fine paste along with the rest of the petals. Valerian, however, had chosen the first one he saw, which was also too big to carry. The head of the flower flopped to one side, its petals covering a portion of his vision. The mouse could just barely make out a smudge of white ahead, and he let out a squeak of warning, hoping whatever it was would move out of the way before he could run into them. " L-look out!" TAGS: Majority
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Post by Majority on Apr 16, 2019 16:39:45 GMT -5
Biscuit heard a small rustling and paused, still holding the acorn. It sounded like a small rodent, which was most likely a mouse than a rat, judging by the sound of the footsteps, and the fact that they were on mice territory. Sure enough, it was a small, little rusty-colored mouse, carrying a rather giant dandelion for his size. It seemed like it was going to trip the poor mouse, but he seemed to be managing quite well.
Hearing the squeak to move out of the way, Biscuit did not obey but stood his ground. He could use a little fun! After all, being tackled was (surprisingly) fun for Biscuit, who enjoyed a good wrestle now and then. Tossing his acorn to the side, he let himself be barreled in to, laughing with pleasure. "Have you ever considered slowing down?" he chuckled.
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