Officer Clawhauser Zootopia Novels & Stories

We were finished; apologies were just tethers I didn't want. Still, the seed of doubt about Noah remained. It wasn't until a few days later at Pacific Heights Medical Center that the next piece of the puzzle was shoved into my hand. “Dr. Mercer? Thank you for stitching me up. Consider this a gesture of my appreciation.” The woman standing before me was named Chloe Hurst. She had been brought in earlier after a ‘hunting accident’ that looked suspiciously like a suicide attempt—a jagged silver blade wound to the wrist. “Ms. Hurst, I was just doing my job. There’s no need for gifts.”

He chuckled as he held her, the whole theater around to burst with glee. Principal Hoban came over and took the mouthpiece from Talon’s hand. He talked to the swarm and started chuckling and hollering through the applause. “So, fair to clarify!” Hoban howled cheerfully. “That’s a yes, right?” The swarm went off as Cassie and Claw held each other, misplaced in the superb chaos of the minute. She gestured quickly, pulling Claw to her cheek and squeezing it near with giggling that felt like sparkling moving through her chest.

Claura chirped, "Didn't you ask me? Why did you make such a decision for myself?" "Well, there's no need to scramble." Tom laughed. "We've got everything ready." Tom stood in front of him, and behind him were Cewi, Hockla, and Zona. In Cewi's hand was a thorn cage with enough of a person to sit, in Hockla's hand was a vast black mesh, and in Zona's hand was a long wire. Cewi proceeds to grab Henry and locks him in the cage, Hockla smiles badly and holds Claura, and Zona wants to capture Hana but is avoided by her.

Zahra's POV A yelp cuts through the noise. My head snaps up just in time to see Zion go down, his massive grey form tumbling hard. He hits the dirt, rolling, jaws locked around another wolf’s muzzle. There’s a sickening crack as the rogue’s jaw breaks, but not before it sinks its teeth into Zion’s hind leg. He howls, twisting, ripping the creature’s throat out before collapsing on his side.

The lady immediately looked away from the locks and faced Katniss sheepishly as a form of rendering an apology. Katniss chuckled on seeing the lady’s reaction. “Now will you help me?” She added in a demanding question with a smirk on her face as she leaned her weight to her sides and folded her arms. -:- “So you’re an investigative officer who was assigned to look into a suspected murder case with the crime scene being one of the houses across the road.” “Yup.” “So now I’m to grant you access to our security footage clips to aid your investigation?” The lady, who’s name Katniss found out to be Clara, summarized everything Katniss had previously told her when they entered into the supermarket

They interviewed both Kat and Gavin, took photos of the poor headless squirrel, and then poured over all the comments and emails Kat had received as well. Officer Haldon, who Gavin knew was involved with Jaime’s case, took everything in in his usual, serious way, although he treated Kat gently, for which Gavin was grateful. She wasn’t made of glass, but he didn’t want things to be made worse for her, either, by overly probing questions or judgmental asides. Officer Haldon took notes and photos, asking pertinent questions before taking his leave, saying that if he found out anything or discovered any possible suspects, he’d be in touch shortly.

He saw the legacy his father built—stone by stone, blood by blood—tremble beneath him. A lifetime of dominance suddenly felt paper-thin. He needed information. He needed to talk to someone. He needed to escape this room, this moment, this collapse pressing down on him. He opened his mouth to speak—to demand answers, to gather himself, to regain any fragment of control— but the lead investigator stepped closer. And dropped the blow. “Daniel Zurich,” he said quietly, almost gently, “we have Hawk.” The world stopped. Marion gasped behind him, covering her mouth. The officers paused briefly, sensing the tension snap.

The officers backed away as nurses hurried to calm Zoe, who was shaking violently, clutching her head. “Lucia… Lucia… she told me to protect Chloe…” she sobbed. “S, she promised she’d come… she said… she said… Lucia… where Lucia? Lucia!!!” She broke down completely. The doctor ordered everyone out. I stepped backward slowly, painfully, feeling like someone had just ripped open another wound inside me. The moment the doors closed, the officer leaned toward me. “Sir… the man we caught earlier, the one we thought was behind everything, we interrogated him again. He talked.”

"Hi, I'm Officer Mason Harrison with the Laurel Springs Police Department, and I'm also known as Menace with the Moonshine Task Force." Fuck me, this guy is a cop. No wonder his body is to die for and he made me open up so easily on our date. I wish I could tell you that I paid attention to everything he said in the next forty-five minutes, but the truth is I don't. I just listen to his voice, watch his amazing ass, and try to figure out how to tell him I want to see him again. Every excuse I've given myself is now out the window. Now that I've had a chance to see him, touch him, and look into those amazing eyes of his again. I'm done running, done hiding. I want it all.

She asks Corvu, nodding in my direction. “She’s just not from around here.” He smiles. “We’ll take two plates of whatever you are cooking. It smells good.” She nods and walks off, where I only just notice her feet were more like tiger paws. What was this world? “She’s a Clawhop. Don’t ever make one angry and don’t try to outrun them.” “I feel like I should be writing these things down.” He nods and leans to the side, pulling something out of the large hidden pocket he had down his leg.