The Sunspire Lost girl

"My name mean.. Uhhh!" What did it mean? Oh, it fluttered away. Growing lost in the head, the stranger would have to wait a moment. Nutu was trying very hard. "UHH!" The singular star in the girls head turned back on! "Big- Big lynx!" Nutu wasn't very big yet. Or a lynx, for that matter.

Tearstained, they needed to suck up now to give Muskrat all the attention they deserved. It was very important to listen. Never again would she turn her ears away. It was also very rude to make someone feel bad about their name, so not a word was peeped at 'Muskrat'. Muskrat's parents might not have loved her to don that name, and that was very, very sad. Maybe that was why they were so angry.

Zharille was no longer so welcoming after the birth of her children, and though there was Moss and the lady's man, she had never felt more alone. A home, and her voice shattered with a plea. "A h-hoome? Really?"