Recent content by Amatis Moontail

Consciousness poked at the edge of Dr Moontail's mind, still fuzzy but definitely there. He opened his eyes slightly, the world blurring at the edges. His mind was still puzzling out where he was and what he was doing. He was... Floating? No, that wasn't it. Flying? Certainly not Falling...

Dr Moontail trudged through the countryside, pulling his winter coat close over his sweater. Despite the cold, he breathed more freely than he did in Bouillabaisse Harbor or on the Golden Hide. Here he was alone with nothing but his thoughts as he breathed in air as clean an crisp as the snow...

Despite the chaos and movement around the ship, Dr Amatis Moontail remained asleep in his hammock. He'd been finding it hard to fall asleep over the past few day and by this point he could have slept through the end of the world without so much as rolling over. It wasn't the hammock, though...

Dr Moontail felt useless. He hated feeling useless, but he had nowhere to go and nothing to do. He wasn't even sure if he should leave the room in case they needed him or expected something of him, or something like that. But at the same time he didn't want to interrupt all of... this...

Amatis lifted the stretcher and was staggering forward under the weight of it when he jumped slightly as he heard his name. He turned his ears towards this new speaker, but kept his focus on carrying and not being sick or fainting. Oh Gates, was he that bad at this that someone would not only...

Amatis had barely had time to register what was going on outside his window before it hit him. Reacting impulsively to the wet, cold ball with the consistency of mush that smashed into his face, he flung his handpaws up to protect himself and to wipe away whatever was blinding him. In this...

Dr Moontail was sitting among a neatly-organised jungle of plants, books, and faded floral wallpaper, blissfully ignorant of whatever was going on outside. The fireplace crackled cheerfully as he turned the page of A journey to the Moon: With Some Account of the Manners and Customs, Science and...

Dr Amatis Moontail stood on the deck of the ship. Since he stepped out of the door of his tennament that morning he had been lost, and his talk with the captain had done little to assist with that. After all, there weren't exactly many plants aboard a blooming boat. He wished he had brought...

Dr Moontail awkwardly took the glass. He wasn't one to drink. As far as he was concerned alcohol should be in a jar with some odd octopus or eel keeping them well preserved, not in a glass being foisted on you on a ship where you could barely keep the contents of your stomach still, let alone...

Looking up as the captain entered, the wildcat flipped through the paperwork he held. Blue blazes, I've already forgotten their name... Ah. there it was. he placed a claw just below it to mark the spot. "Ahem, yes, Captain..." He checked the paperwork, making sure he had the right name...

Amatis had expected that, so although he was disappointed he was not surprised. He was lucky that his fur hid the signs of his discomfort from the talk about honorifics. He never usually used first names. It implied a certain level of familiarity or friendship, at least to him. He usually...

While Amatis' expression didn't change much from the stern look that he naturally wore (even when happy), his ears perked up at the engineer's words. His tail rose slightly from its low and still position, quivering slightly. Intellectual discussion... Now that was something he could do! Let...

At the sound of the voice Amatis' attention rose from the page of wildflower sketches and towards the fox. The first thing he noticed was that they didn't look like a sailor. Their clothes seemed far too fine compared to the rest of the crew, although now he looked he could see that they were...

Amatis looked at the kitfox, moving away slightly as if worried that he still had fleas. The very mention of the little buggers always had his fur feeling like it was crawling with them. He really should acknowledge the kit, though, so after a thought he nodded to them before turning to this...

Oh no... A kit... Amatis righted himself, still wobbling, before frowning down at this young bundle of energy, the tip of his tail flicking as he tried to think of the best thing to say. "Well, yes... Yes I am. Here from the museum. As a natural scientist. Amatis Moontail." He paused "Dr...