Recent content by FinnianBrightfur

Finn was still a little grumpy about the situation with Babinshaw. In his mind, he'd been thrust on a stage and a spotlight shone on him. The humiliation, the embarrassment! (Granted, both Cricket and Ruffano had already completely forgotten about the situation, but that's besides the point.)...

"But alas, my dear old hag..." Finn nearly burst out laughing from the mere shock and audacity Ruffano had to challenge the widow. It was high time someone took her down a notch! Or, at least that's what Finn's inside voice thought. His outside voice nearly started to climb Ruffano, paws waving...

Finn was greatly disappointed to find out that he wouldn't be receving all his pay at once. Two thousand gilders easily would have made him the richest kit in the Slups -- and perhaps even, the Imperium. Barrett and Alwyn, however, weren't about to let that happen. They had met together late the...

Finn was running on pure adrenaline at this point. Barrett had done a good job steeling the young kit to tolerate the sight of grisly injuries, and desensitizing him to cries of pain. In one way, you simply "othered" the beast in your care -- they weren't you. Alone, that would be cruel...

Finn's ears perked, and he looked up at Ruffano with an ungarded and fragile hope. The streets were a hard place to be, and there were certain comforts he missed -- praise being one of them. The kit's tail swayed uncertainly behind him, before it picked up a vigorous swish. His muzzle broke into...

"They put the last stich through the nose? Eughh... ...why do they do that?" "Battles are chaos, Finn. You think someone's dead, and leave them... only to find they're still breathing an hour later." "But still! Can't you just... shake them? Why d'you gotta... hurt'm like that?" "You gotta be...

While Cricket's facial expressions were limited, Finn's were not. The foxkit's eyes widened, his ears swiveled back, and his head tilted to follow the coin as it flashed across Ruffano's knuckles as if he were watching a tennis match. Though Finn had a healthy dose of skepticism for a todd his...

Finn's ears flitted backward at the praise, and his optimism faltered. A last chance? Finn didn't like the sound of that. As the stoat reached out with his paw, the fox's eyes welled up, and he coughed dryly as a lump formed in his throat. "What're you goin' on about, Mr. Tultow? Was just luck...

Finn needed to be in several places at once, but unfortunately (for him, and fortunately for the others), he could only manage to be in one place at a time. Wrapping Kaii in a blanket, he laid the fox down gently against the hull of the boat, and shifted over to greet Tultow. The poor beast was...

Finn's heart skipped a beat. It was a weighty thing they were discussing, and laughter was not appropriate. Cricket was giving him the most serious glare, and... ...it wasn't helping. The fox's ears flicked back against his head in embarrassment as he tried to stop laughing -- which of course...

Finn let out a surprised laugh, and turned to look at the gecko in disbelief. "Wait, you hatched from an egg? Like a bird?" he asked incredulously. The idea of beasts crawling out of an egg was an amusing mental image, and the foxkit couldn't help but laugh harder. With a well enough attuned...

Finn had started to drool around his scone. It was torture not being able to eat it right away -- and every moment his stomach growled louder and louder. The second Cricket took the tart off his forehead, he shifted the package into one arm, tipped his head back, and bit down voraciously into...

Finn was late to the party. Mortholemew, as it so happened, was not dead. After Finn had finished organizing, bathing, and feeding Mr. Barrett's leech collection... the prized fishing lure was found to be missing. Of course, Barrett wouldn't let Finn go for dinner that night until he had found...

Mr. Larsen's frown lightened a little bit at Cricket's curtsey. Perhaps he was judging the situation too harshly. They were just kits, and... dash it all, it was just a bag of buns. If he had to, he'd rebake them. (Though, he might not let Finny be his delivery boy again.) Studying the young...

It was just starting to cross his mind that perhaps he sould have worded his offer a little more carefully... when Cricket suddenly seized his paw and shook it vigorously. The foxkit's arm was rather limp in the pawshake. Cricket could probably see the gears turning in his mind as realization...