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Cricket did not know the term existential crisis. If a beast had uttered the phrase to her face, she would have presumed them either speaking in tongues or of some bygone diplomatic calamity of the Imperium no longer of any concern due to the passage of time (that being anything more than her...

From somewhere above the action there came a faint, warbling chirp of excitement. Said noise might have proven comparable to a pigeon with a particularly rough throat, if the pigeon then happened to realise its footing was precarious and slid out of sight immediately after making such an...

The pat-down was not detested, though the small puffs of fur certainly were. Cricket spluttered and gagged, caught between trying to clean her eyes of the fibres and her long tongue picking up more of the dratted things. Perhaps making a wintertime nest out of fluff would have been a bad idea...

Somewhere above the walls of the courtyard two large, silvery eyes stared unblinking down at the spectacle of combat practice. Cricket could not afford to let herself be seen – she had witnessed on the streets before how rigidly the Guard stuck to their laws, and this was high trespass indeed to...

Shrieks of excitement quickly turned into muffled gasps as they plunged headlong into the furball. In hindsight Cricket supposed she should have seen that coming, but she hadn’t expected their rescuer to go leaping right in! At once she snapped her jaws shut before more of the cloying fur could...

Having ensured that she hadn’t knocked Finn back too badly with her enthusiastic arrival, the gecko studied the elder tood for a moment with a flicker of genuine surprise on her face. She hadn’t expected him to remain…so nice. Older beasts by and large behaved with anything from indifference to...

That was the second time she’d heard his voice crack; this time she did laugh, teary-eyed though she remained, managing to part one handpaw from the parcel in order to wave more emphatically. At least this time the dock wasn’t so lonely; this time the beast departing seemed intent on his return...

The potential for a freebie was not merely exciting for the gecko, but most of the lower-income beasts in the city. Cricket had watched Finnian prepare to throw the parcel with both excitement and a tinge of panic, elbowing and scrambling to ensure that she both caught and kept the gift which...

Relief surged through Cricket to have managed to make it on time and catch sight of her friend, tempered though it was with the realisation that she had left it so late. Smoke was already beginning to billow from that bizarre stack on the impressive craft. Shame, really: if she’d thought about...

She almost didn’t come. Upon hearing news of Finnian’s posting on another voyage the young gecko had, with some much-reviled introspection, realised that she was angry with him. Furious, even. She’d not made mention of such to his face, of course, not truly understanding the depth of her...

Admitting defeat was not in Cricket’s nature, not even as the road began to slope and the cobbles grow colder underfoot. She was determined, and determined independence had kept her alive up until now: she’d not fall prey to presuming some adult knew better. But there was the furball, there –...

As she drew closer, prepared to seize upon this wonderful bounty of fur and fluff with which she could line her winter retreat, Cricket became aware of its halted progress. It was checked not by a wall or edge as she had expected but rather…paws? arms? a little face? Oh. Oh no. “Finn?!” It was...

The changing seasons were greeted with a multitude of responses from beasts across the harbour, but few could be more resentful or anxious of the oncoming weather than the unhoused reptiles of the city. Few in number though they were (and fewer still come the springtime) winter and even late...

Cricket was about to respond, fire back a challenge to the younger todd about how girls were just as capable of being fearless thieving scumbags thank-you-very-much when he…merely dived in himself. The gecko blinked, too confused for a moment to respond, and then had to clap a paw over her snout...

Had Cricket herself been armed with anything about her person to throw, she might have considered so at the interloper eating their ill-gotten gains. He’d have deserved it, after all, and she liked to think herself strong in the arm (she was not) and accurate with her aim (she, also, was not)...