Squirrel Oc Novels & Stories

The morning air felt heavy against her lungs, frost hung from each leaf and stem of grass as the first signs of winter began to show. She was once again at her lookout spot, high in the hills with the perfect view of each part of the territory. She could see everything. One of the advantages of being a daughter of an Alpha brought particular gifts to her genome. She could read thermal signatures with her eyes by summoning her beast forward. Through rust coloured eyes she could see her pack mates in and around the pack clearing, the wolves on patrol, she could even see lesser animals, prey, as they wandered through the woods.

loriana:- can you tell me about that squirrel, it looks so adorable, he is so fury, his eye look like a diamond, you might take good care of his, he is so fast, the way he looks is so adorable. it is a blue soul who transforms into a squirrel that why she can see it, ariel explains how he finds it, which is a false tale Ariel:- this I my pet squirrel, one I was sitting at a park bench, then this little guy shows up, I feed him some seed, after that he always follow my, how amusingly, isn't it. loriana:- can I pet this squirrel it looks so cute. ariel:- sorry but he doesn't like to touch someone else, he stops eating food when someone does that. complicated animal.

loriana:- can you tell me about that squirrel, it looks so adorable, he is so fury, his eye look like a diamond, you might take good care of his, he is so fast, the way he looks is so adorable. it is a blue soul who transforms into a squirrel that why she can see it, ariel explains how he finds it, which is a false tale Ariel:- this I my pet squirrel, one I was sitting at a park bench, then this little guy shows up, I feed him some seed, after that he always follow my, how amusingly, isn't it. loriana:- can I pet this squirrel it looks so cute. ariel:- sorry but he doesn't like to touch someone else, he stops eating food when someone does that. complicated animal.

The little squirrel looked up at me and shook its head, saying, “No, I’m not okay,” The squirrel was lying down and holding onto its knees like it was in a fetal position. I didn’t know if he was sick or what, but he looked miserable, and I felt bad. “What can I do to help?” I asked. “Do you want some of my sandwich?” “I don’t need that,” “What do you need?” “I need you to stay with me,” the squirrel replied. “Will you do that?” “Of course, I will,” “And you won’t ever leave me?”

I screamed in fear. Even more surprisingly, one of them started to speak. Genuinely speaking in human language. "Oh, come on, don't call us squirrels! That name is so tacky. That's just a human term for rodents who like to eat nuts. But we are different!" "Then what creatures are you guys?" "Yeah, call us neighbors? Because we live not far from here." The squirrel actually smiled broadly. "My name is Roka!" "I'm Moka!" "And I'm Koka!"