Recent content by Liza Fairpaw

Liza let out a sigh as the young cat looked up at her with tears in her eyes. "For 'Gates sake, you're going to start blubbering on me now? You were the one who pulled the knife on me, cat." Two more Unsmudgables ascended to the rooftop to assist the mouse with her charge. Tying the cat's paws...

Andraz, the lizard Bladedancer, watched Marble, nictitating membranes sliding over his orange eyes and then back again in a way that somehow conveyed a nonplussed expression. Though he did not fully relax from a ready stance, he did not step any closer as he regarded the fox for several long...

As the knife was drawn on Liza, the mouse had a split second's hesitation at the thought of harming a kitten, but in a place like Bully, kits could be just as dangerous--or more so--than an adult. There was nothing for it but to take the threat seriously. She dropped her bow, and in the same...

Liza saw the weasel breaking through the Smudgie line. She sighted him down, though did not release her arrow, waiting for her colleagues on the ground--they could potentially close on him, and she did not want to risk hitting them. So focused was she on the conflict in the street below that she...

Liza gave an understanding nod, lifting her mug to her lips. She blew on the surface before taking a sip. The hot liquid settled pleasantly in her belly, and she wrapped her paws around the mug to warm them. She reflected on Amnesty's admission, searching for ways to be supportive of the vixen...

Rory placed a paw on Daniil's shoulder, nodding. "Alright, then that means--" He was interrupted by a loud meow directly outside the window. A shadow passed over the open slats, and suddenly the big otter was staring into the eyes of a young wildcat. It was time for the Unsmudgables to move...

On the rooftop, Liza and Rory had gone quiet. The Rangeblade had an arrow nocked, and she crouched in the shadow of the chimney, ears forward and twitching slightly to catch what bits of the conversation below that she could. Whatever was happening, it was not what the Smudgies had expected, and...

Liza had settled as comfortably as she could into the couch. Despite the suddenness of the company, the mouse did not mind. She twitched an ear towards Amnesty at the vixen's question. "Oh, well enough. I'm still a month out from regular duty, an' I'm gettin' mighty antsy because o' it...

Grateful for the respite, Liza nodded her thanks to Berchar. "Thank you, 'tis very kind o' you." She flicked an ear towards Amnesty as the fox chuckled. "You're welcome, it's the least I could do, really. An' it gives me somethin' t'do. Been cooped up for a spell now wi' this injury, so a bit o'...

Liza lifted her nose, sniffing the still, night air. Above the usual stench of the harbor, she smelled the telltale scent of fried noodles and questionable meat. Scooting away from the peak of the pitched roof upon which she perched, the mouse Rangeblade slid down to the gutter and peered to the...

Hearing Arthur's request for a blanket, Liza shifted her attention momentarily from fetching tea to lifting a folded blanket from the arm of the couch and pawing it off to Amnesty. "Here you go. An' it's okay, I can at least manage a tea pot. Thank you, though. No pullin' a bowstring for a few...

Liza watched Amnesty work with an appreciation for the vixen's skill. She winced in sympathy for the marten, though with the amount of alcohol in his system she doubted he felt as much as a sober beast might. "What are th' odds that three medically-inclined beasts meet each other for th' first...

Liza craned her neck around to see the wound on the marten's back, wincing empathetically. She did not envy him what came next in that process to treat the re-opened laceration. She waved off the offers from the earnest medically-oriented beasts to check her own injury. "Jus' had me mate Rory...

Having already donated her couch to the cause, it was not difficult for the mouse to also offer a blanket in which to carry the marten into her apartment. Then she was asked for clean rags. And of course she had those, given that she was still in the mid stages of recovery from her own grievous...

Liza sighed. She had hoped for a quiet evening, but it seemed such was her lot that rest would have to wait. Looking with some concern at where the marten was reaching around to scratch, she saw a small bit of blood on his shirt, the patch very slowly increasing in size. "Mate, you're...