A Whisker Away Novels & Stories

"Furzewhisker, do you have a moment?" She flinched at the sound of Harewhisker's voice. The normally friendly gray tabby warrior had become one of Icestar's closest followers over the last couple of moons. Furzewhisker had done her best to avoid those who fully supported Icestar's reign. She knew nothing good would come out of following them after seeing what the WindClan leader was capable of.

Her brother stepped back and spread his arms as he said, "Yeah sure, go ahead!" Everyone cheered for Whitney. Whitney raised her hand and the crowd got quiet. Crouching on the floor, Whitney pulled Skyla's hair and jerked her face towards her. With the most disgusting look and a venomous tone, Whitney said, "You have high dreams, right, Skyla?! Dream of competing with me, ME!" She emphasized.

And he seized my lips to repeat it, extending our kiss until our tongues met and started caressing each other wildly. I was pulling him close, tugging the jumper, grabbing his arm, hugging my elbows behind his neck, as he was doing the same, flattening his palms behind my back and pushing against it. But it wasn’t good enough. It didn’t feel close enough. He tore his lips away and rested his forehead against mine to catch a breather. And then I saw it: the whiskers were gone. Why? Why is this so? “They’re gone,” I panted, my fingers brushing across his cheek where the whiskers protruded. “Did you do it?”

The mouse replied. “Whiskers? That is such a cute name!“ Jamie cooed. “Jamie, do you mind filling me in?“ Dion asked. “Oh, I am sorry! Whiskers was too scared to talk, so I promised that no one would hurt him and now we are friends.” Jamie said happily. Dion smiled and was about to ask a question when Bella walked in. “I am really sorry Luna, but could you come to the front garden straight away..there is an issue,” Bella said in a worried tone.

Loud laughs and hoots of encouragement rose from the crowd watching, as they found my humiliation very entertaining. She lowered her head close to mine and whispered. “I wish you would cease to exist.”

The room was abuzz with anticipation, each person eagerly examining their own set of ingredients. Argatha paused, her eyes scanning the room before locking onto mine. "If we're on the same page, whistle twice," she instructed, her lips pursing as she demonstrated with a soft, melodious whistle. Without hesitation, I lifted my fingers to my lips and let out two clear whistles, the sound mingling with the collective symphony of others who followed suit. The room filled with a chorus of whistles, creating a magical atmosphere that seemed to infuse the very air we breathed.

She had to be ready. Just as her nerves threatened to break, the door creaked open, and Ethan slipped back inside. His face was drawn tight, his expression grim, but he was unharmed. Sophia exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. "Who was it?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. Ethan shook his head, his brow furrowed. "They’re gone. Whoever it was, they were just scouting, not making any real move. I couldn’t get close enough to see much before they vanished into the trees."

*Vicki* I stomped away from the disgustingly happy couple, jealousy and anger rising within me, burning a hole in my chest. Because it was obvious to me, as I was sure that it was obvious to everyone else, that they were interested in each other. I had higher hopes when I had heard of Bryson, but it appeared he was just as weak as every other man. "What a joke," I whispered to myself as I continued to walk away. Yet I couldn't help but make sure that my butt was swaying just perfect with every step I took. My beauty was another weapon of mine, and I was just as skilled at using it as I was hand-to-hand combat.

“I’ll have to call them on the way-” Hollis used two fingers from her free hand to whistle loudly, which startled Whitney into silence. Once she had her attention, she jangled her trapped wrist animatedly with a sarcastic grin. “Slow your roll, sweetheart. I don’t want to meet your parents dragging this hunk of furniture behind me. Now if you don’t mind?” ******************** | Hollis |

she whispers and parts her lips again. I twist her hand around and drag her away from there as she keeps calling me out. I don't hear anything. I don't wanna hear. Now, she'll be the one to hear me out.