Don't.......

Die.......

The Riddler~

My eyes snap open. Why am I so tired? What's happened? I sit up groggily and look around, confused. There are a random assortment of people and animals strewn about the clearing, asleep. Wait, clearing? Huh? There's also a moose, talking to a racoon by a clear, reflective lake. Whatever. I'm probably dreaming. I close my eyes to go back to sleep. A minute later, I open my eyes. Everything is still there. Tiredly, I stand up and walk over to a group of people. Suddenly, a wave of anger passes through me. I scowl at the group of people as I walk up. They look over at me aprehensively. "What're you looking at?" I snap.

"Jeez, what are you so angry for?" one of them asks.

I glare at them and go to sit up against a rock, fuming. I vaguely remember being a much nicer person a few days ago, but I don't care. I look at my whisper stone. The deer of kindness. How ironic. I certainly didn't feel like a kind person anymore. And I definitely don't feel like being one now. 

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So yeah, sorry I didn't rewrite my charrie sheet. I changed personality to being really mean and angry all the time. 

Alrighty! Thanks for posting, Chinchilla and Riddler! Wonder where everyone else went...

~Claaws

"Chinchilla." The racoon states proudly.

"What?" I snicker. A racoon named Chinchilla?! "You can't be named Chinchilla. That's dum."

The racoon bristles, and she looks at her fur like it feals really weird. "Sure I can. What's your name?"

I pause for a moment, before desiding to answer with my real name, proudly. "Claaws." 

The racoons snorts. "Ya right. Someone can't be name Claws."

Hipocrit. I bristle, the spicky fur fealng weird on my shoulders. "It's pronounced Claaws."

"Fine." It pauses. "Having trouble standing up?" It pointes a racoony clawed finger to my half standing postion. 

"Yes. But no. I dont need any help."

"Okay." It sits down. "its kind of like crawling except your knees aren't bent-" 

"I dont need help." I repeat, my teeth slightly clenching.

"Alright." The racoon says, sitting down. 

I struggle to get up, the weird knees locking in weird angles and the frail legs shaking under my broad front. Finally I give up and sit down heavily. The racoon snikers. "Need help now?"

"NO!" I roar. Everyone, who had just been waking up, turned to stare. I shifted my weight on my knees.

The racoon though, didnt seem bothered by the sudden atenchion. "So, why are you all here?" It asks. The humans are unresponcive. "I was a human...but I got turned into a racoon. Same animal as my whisperstone. Ironic." 

I tilt my head. "Really? I was a human also. And...I got turned into my whisperstone."

Something flashed before my eyes. "Whisperstone!" I realized. "This has something to do with our WHisperstones!"  

Ugh sorry I haven't been posting, Kyngdom got really active really fast. Struggling to keep up. ;) anyway, no your fine Chinchilla, drama is always a good thing in stories like these. ;) 

~Claaws

The stag nods in approval. "I thought you could get it." It says, shaking its large head with glimmering horns. The raccoon comes up right then, with a panicked look on her face.

"I think I just figured it out. The spirits want us to Change our wrongs, and journey to Spirit Peak to change back. This happened before in my tribe. To a girl with the Saver toothed tiger of feriousity. I didn't think they would change people all together like this, then put them together." 

"What could it mean? Putting us all together?" The stag whispered. 

"Maybe it means we have to work together." I answer, my knees stating to shake.

"But the humans can't understand us!" The stag interrupts.

"He has a point." I turn to the raccoon.

"Excuse me, but I am a girl!" The stag clicks it's teeth at me angerly. 

"Well Excuse me but you're a stag, stags are guys." I responded. 

"Well, female moose don't have horns, do they?" We stared at one another for a long moment.

"Get the humans attention." I direct the raccoon without rating my gaze from the stag.

The raccoon scampers off. A moment later I hear leather rip and a protesting human. Chinchilla returned with the Deer of Kindness whisperstone, and an angry human behind her. The other humans were slowly getting up to investigate. "How do we communicate to them?" The raccoon asked. "I mean, how do we tell them when we're thinking?" 

I thought for a second. Then an idea hit. "With cave wall paintings!" I bellowed trumphetingly. "We show them through a story we paint on a cave wall!" 

Suddenly the raccoon lept onto my back. I was about to protest when I saw the human running angrily over. Pointing at her whisperstone. I took a step foward to a dress them and get them to follow us, but almost instantly my knee buckled and I fell heavily onto my side. I felt the raccoon jump off of me, and the stag whinned with no way to help me, and I started sliding down the mountain. 

The angry human had the unluckyness of standing behind me and reaching for her whisperstone. As she saw me fall, she had tried to jump out of the way, but the only way to jump was down. 

I twisted as I slid closer and closer to the cliff. My hooves raked the air, and my antlers carved deep gouged in the earth.

But soon I felt the ground leave me, and I was twisting in mid air, reaching for land long gone. I landed with a heavy splash in the crisp lake we had been looking into. It was shallower then I thought, up to my ankles, so the fall hurt like I had called onto pebbles. And on top of that I was wet. "Are you alright?!" The stag called. 

I saw the raccoon with the humans whisperstone still dangling in her paws. I groaned in response, and as I did the water moved to reveal a soaking wet human laying inches from me. She was cradling a shoulder, be used maybe even broken. Or dissociated. "What do you think you were doing moose! You filthy animal!"

Omigosh, I'm so sorry everybody!!!!! I was banned from Cricket (no explanation), and haven't been on for almost 2 weeks.

~Star

Snow... Cold... A big animal near me.... Wait, a big animal? I sit up straight. Oh my whisperstone, it's a big furry thing... and it's heading towards me.... My paralyzed mind takes a moment to register before.... I scream. Really loudly. But I don't care, at least it stopped that huge, terrible, monster from coming any closer- wait, is it coming back? It is, I realize with another wave of terror,  crawling forward with those hideous long legs. I scream again, frantically crawling back. The thing stops, looking almost... surprised. Then it starts forward again. I scramble to my feet, shrieking madly. It stops, finally, regards me with a puzzled look, as if something that monstrous could feel puzzlement, and retreats. I sink to my knees in relief. I can't believe this. I'm in a nightmare. Am I usually this scared of moose? Then another question hits me. Where am I? I push myself quickly to my feet again and almost faint. I'm standing on a cliff!? I teeter on the edge for a second before sheer instinct pulls me back. I stand there for a moment, completely frozen with fear and shock. The world feels like it's pressing in on me. Gathering what courage I have, which is not a lot (shouldn't I be braver?), I tiptoe to the edge of the cliff and peer down. A wild-looking girl stares back at me in surprise. I narrow my eyes. I feel like I've seen this person before. She definitely doesn't look like someone I'd talk to. Her hair is tangled and almost sticking out of her head, and her eyes look... shattered. Someone that I'd definitely stay away from. The girl hasn't moved the whole time, scrutinizing me with wide, scared, eyes. A cold wind suddenly sweeps past me, and I raise my hand to brush back the hair swept in my face. The girl mimics my actions, and when I look at her, she glares back. Surprised, I step back. She does too. Another breeze suddenly whips past. When I look back, the girl has dissolved in a rainbow of ripples. A reflection... I turn around, scanning for her. No one's there except the moose, a little striped creature and a group of shocked people huddled in a group behind them, none of which look like the person I saw. She would have to have been standing right next to me. I think, surprised. I turn back. The girl is still reflected there, now looking at me in confusion. After a moment, I slowly raise my hand. She does too, down to the nervous twitch of my pinky. I stand there, unable to take in what I'm seeing. That's not me!! I think, heart rate speeding up frantically. That's not what I look like!!! I whip around. Everyone else seems to be going through the same thing. The animals are clearly having trouble walking, something a real moose, deer or raccoon would have mastered a long time ago. Have we really all changed? My thoughts are suddenly interrupted by the moose tripping and sliding down the mountain side. A human, a very angry looking one, tries to jump out of the way but somehow end up rolling down too. They both splash into the lake at the bottom. The girl manages to stumble to her feet, dripping wet and furious. She's holding her shoulder, and beneath the fury, her face is taught. Arm's probably broken. But as soon as she gets her breath back, she's yelling.

"What do you think you are doing you filthy animal!!!! She hisses at the moose, still floundering helplessly in the water. "And where is my Whisperstone!!!" A striped flash suddenly barrels down the hill, landing in the water with a splash. The raccoon, grinning, jumps onto the girl's shoulders and dangles her Whisperstone, the Deer of Kindness, in front of her face. The girl twists around, wildly snatching at it. The raccoon just evades her reach, dancing backward. She chases after it. The moose watches in amusement as the raccoon retreats, still dangling the necklace, followed by the raging girl. After a minute of going in circles, it starts to lead her away from the lake, past the cliff. The moose, now on its feet, follows. The group of people starts to walk after them too. After a second, I start to slowly trail them, keeping a distance away. Who knows what kind of people they are. And what's happened to us all. 

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Claaws, no offence meant to your character. It's really just what the charrie would be thinking and acting like (scared of everything basically). I'm so sorry I couldn't post before!!