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She looked back at him, blinking a few times before smiling. "Hey, I'm okay!" They then pulled themselves out of the water, proceeding to shake themselves dry. Their fur ended up all poofed up, and he just kind of blinked blankly a few times.

"Hmm... Well time for testing!" He got a running start and leaped into the water, going under for a moment before forcing himself up. Don't worry too much, she's in the shallows.

"I was like that until the pack found me! The pack's been nice to me. Well, except for the toothy one, but he's a grumpy bug!" She gave a smile then looked at the water. "But hey, do you think I could stay afloat?" (Dumb bearyena cub with dumb short focus being an idiot baby.)

Jerry smiled when he saw Thettlethorne caught up, then turned back and continued running. She kept going until she reached the salty smell, stopping in front of the shore. They looked around, spotting some ports in the distance and hopping ip and down a bit. They then looked back at Thettlethorne, pointing a paw towards the ports. "There, there! There's the exit!"

Jerry stopped after a bit and looked back, checking to see if Thettlethorn was following. They shifted their weight awkwardly between their front paws, though they liked the abnormal feeling of the mud beneath their pawpads.

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HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI THIS IS ANOTHER PLAYTHROUGH WITH KAT KAT POG YES SHE HAS THE JUICIEST BRAIN EVER POG No, I cannot take myself seriously.

As a group of adventurous nichelings began to wake up, the chitter of bunnils and the splashes of waves against the bank could be heard. The nichelings began to speak among themselves, the shyest of the few already beginning to creep away from the others. Welcome to the lands of Heyoni.

“Zen… Why do you run? Come back to mother!” Zen kept running, eventually collapsing in exhaustion. She looked back, fear running through her body. She tried to silence her breathing so Melan wouldn’t find her, even though she had ran in a straight line.

Who do you want to come to the next island? Go ahead and comment with your choice!^^ -Jill -Zenaya

“Hey Venus… Do you think we should go back to mom?” Quack looked down at his sleeping sister, frowning before pouncing at a rabbil. “I’ve been thinking.” He started collecting pieces of meat from the dead rabbil. “What if we’re better off? I mean, the world is our oyster. These plants listen to us mighty well too. What if we were meant for this power?” … “What if I was meant for power?”

After escaping the plant, Genevieve had managed to get herself stuck with a cub. She sat on the cold ports, staring down a rabbil as she got lost in her thoughts. Her own father… Or, at least the nicheling she thought was her father. Why?

The three kept running, not caring much for their surroundings as they entered the area of huge trees. Jill lead the group, Cork and Zenaya following close behind. Zenaya screamed when a plant opened and pulled Jill in out of nowhere, and Cork quickly pounced at it. “Let her go!” He yelled, getting no pleasure in the sight of the plant chewing his sister.

Mary began to lead her remaining children away, not wanting them anywhere near Melan. She wouldn’t wait to see where the others went, as she wasn’t sure if they’d even come back. She was more worried about getting those she had left away, though growling ahead didn’t bode well for her.

Luu had pulled Genevieve aside in the morning, hurrying her towards the outskirts of the island. Genevieve was confused, but went along with her anyways. Genevieve eventually started running ahead, though was caught off-guard when something reached out and pulled her in. Luu quickly ran to help her out, clawing desperately at the outside of the plant though getting nowhere. She started calling out for help, trying her best to free the young female.

Mary kept her cubs close, trying to avoid letting Spot get any closer to Melan. The young cub whined in frustration after the eighteenth attempt to go towards the female upon the stump. The next time Mary blocked him, he bit her paw and jumped over, running up to the stump and staring up eagerly at Melan. “Hi! Do you know my mom?” Spot gave a big, excited smile as Melan stared down at him with soft eyes. “Of course I do. She’s the talk of the tribe, you know. Say, has she told you about your siblings?” Melan gave a curious look, laying down on her stomach so that her and the cub were face-to-face. “Yeah! She said they’ll be back soon. I can’t wait to meet them all! Ruben’s too small to play with, and they sound fun!” Spot wagged his tail, crawling up onto the stump and sitting down beside Melan. “Do you have any kids?” He tilted his head, flicking one of his ears. “Why of course. I have a young lady by the name of Zayana.” She ruffled the young male’s mane before sitting up. “You should go back to your mother though. Just keep in mind that I’ll always be around.” “Okay! See ya later ma’am!” Spot quickly hopped off the stump and ran back over to Mary, who quickly pulled him in and gave him a stern talking to.

“So? What are their names?” Melan questioned, laying on her stomach and leaning her head against a paw. Mary shuffled a bit before putting a paw each on the twin’s heads. She gestured to the female first, saying “Jill Ruby,” before turning to the other cub and saying “Cork Ruby,” Finally, she brought her paws back and looked down at the newborn between her paws. “And Spot Opalite.” Melan nodded, acting amused before sitting up. “Well that’s awfully nice.” She then looked down at the twins, along with her own daughter. “How about you three go play? Give mom some space.” Zenaya quickly nodded her head and ran off, followed by Jill and a hesitant Cork. Mary had a bad feeling, but didn’t have time to stop the twins before they were too far. Mary turned to Melan, who kept a smirk and gaze on the newborn. Mary curled her tail around the cub, turning away from the bat-headed female.

“Dad..?” Genevieve stared up at Control, who’d been sleeping atop a stump. “Dad, I have a bad feeling..” “Dad, please wake up..” “Dad..” She prodded at his shoulder, even beginning to poke at his eyes. “Dad, where’s mom?” She stared up at the sleeping male, not expecting a response, but almost expecting worse. She sat in silence for the next few moments, before turning and beginning to head off. She halted when a booming voice came from behind her. “Stop right there. Where do you think you’re going?” Genevieve turned back, laying back next to the stump. “Apologies, father..”

Mary curled around yet another set of twins, sighing in response to constant questions from the Coal twins. “Please, silence you two. I’m trying to take care of them.” “You need help?” Mary looked up at Melan, who was in the nest with a sleeping cub. “Please?” Mary gave a nervous look before pulling one of her wandering cubs back into the nest. “Quack, Venus, come here please.” Melan lifted her head a bit, watching as the two ran up to the stump. She then lowered her tone to a whisper, quiet enough so only the children could hear. “You two should explore the island, I heard there’s friendly plants in the jungle that stick their tongue out at nichelings like us. Y’know, a sense of humour.” “Do they give hugs?” Venus questioned, following with the whispered tone. Quack’s head perked up in curiosity. “Why of course, I’m sure if you ask nicely they’ll let you give them a hug. They may be a bit on the silent side though.” Melan smirked, watching as the twins looked at each other in excitement. The twins then looked back up at her before running off. Melan then looked back at Mary, who seemed to be a bit worried. “They’re off to find us some food. I just made it a bit more fun for them.” Mary relaxed hearing that, letting herself rest her head. “At least they’re being productive then.”

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