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Word Count: 1164

Brooney (and by extension Brother and Looney) belong to danny-anny and hy-de

Welcome to "Ambrose gets Eeby Deebied"

Acorns: 15/532

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Ambrose peered out of one of the medicine tents, eyes glued to the now giant visitor. Its crazed multicolored eyes sent shivers down his spine. How on earth were any of them supposed to fight that?! The cat-like folk flattened his ears against his head, this tent wouldn’t protect him if that thing decided to stomp its way over here. But…what else could he do at this point? “Hey! What’re you just standing around for?!” A harsh voice startled Ambrose out of his spiraling panic. He whipped around to see Needle Razorback with her hands on her hips and a glare on her face. Ambrose swallowed nervously, “I..I…” “Y’know what, forget it. Just get out there, we need all hands on deck for this!” Needle shouted as she leaned in closer, making Ambrose feel even more anxious. Before Ambrose could reply, a toolbox and several large planks were shoved into his arms. “There,” Needle nodded with a snort, “now get out there and help build up some barricades!” Ambrose stood stunned as Needle marched past him with her head held high. His legs trembled, and his tail drooped between his legs. If he wanted to build those barricades, he’d have to get very close to the visitor. But then again, if he didn’t even try, he’d be letting down the whole Grove. He hated this, the fear that paralyzed him so, a fear that he doesn’t remember feeling quite so intensely before arriving in this world. Eventually, Ambrose took a deep breath, and sighed. He might as well get this over with, before Needle comes back to chew him out again.

As he got closer to where the visitor was rampaging, Ambrose began to see crude wooden walls where there was previously flat ground. With a shaky breath and slowly crumbling resolve, he shuffled his way into the build site. Several other folk were hard at work on their own barricades, and were too busy to notice Ambrose’s arrival. The cat-like folk was somewhat grateful for that, as this meant that no one was able to point out his obvious nerves. “Alright…” Ambrose said softly, “there’s a good spot.” He then took his place, far enough away from the visitor to hopefully not catch its ire, while also being close enough for the wall to be effective. For a brief moment, his eyes flicked up to the massive visitor, luckily its attention seemed to be elsewhere for the time being. Ambrose swallowed, he’d better hurry before the creature noticed him. As quickly as he could, Ambrose began setting up the planks, jamming them into the dirt as best he could. While he worked, the cat-like folk couldn’t help but feel like they were being watched. He checked on the giant visitor multiple times, but not once did it lay its eyes on him. He also turned his eyes to the other folk working around him, but they were all too busy to pay him any mind. So, if it wasn’t the visitor, and it wasn’t any other folk, then what was it? The gaze didn’t feel hostile at all…at least, Ambrose didn’t think it did. With that bit of comfort, he went back to work, still feeling someone’s eyes boring into the back of his skull. Each time Ambrose shoved a board into the earth, the presence only seemed to get closer. But each time he turned around, Ambrose didn’t see a thing. Finally, he finished with the vertical boards, and moved to hammer in some horizontal planks for support, when he felt that same presence right behind him. As quickly as he could, Ambrose whipped around, only to see someone very familiar. “K…Kestrel?”

Indeed, Ambrose’s visitor stood before him, her tiny eyes gazing up at him with interest. Immediately, Ambrose crouched down to her level, “Where have you been? You just…up and disappeared one day…” The Kestrel gave a short squawk in response and shook her tail feathers. “R-Right,” Ambrose scratched the back of his neck, “that’s not important right now.” The Kestrel simply nodded, then looked up at the other, much larger visitor. When she looked back at Ambrose, she made a series of strange half screech, half squawking sounds. It was a question, one that made Ambrose’s ears droop. “W-Well I mean, some of us need to be on barricade duty, not everyone can fight at once, y’know.” His answer didn’t seem to satisfy the bird-like visitor, because she asked the same question once more, “Why aren’t you at there fighting that monster with everyone else?” Ambrose swallowed nervously, then looked around to make sure that no other folk could hear or see what was happening. “I…” he spoke in a hushed whisper, “I…I can’t. I’m not…I’m too…I’m afraid, Kestrel. I’m absolutely terrified! If I go out there and fight, I’m going to die!” Tears prickled at his eyes, and it took everything he could not to burst into tears outright. At this new answer, The Kestrel went dead silent. She stared into Ambrose’s eyes with a strange intensity, and cawed out something in a low, warbling tone. “You…can make me brave?” Ambrose asked nervously, voice barely above a whisper. The Kestrel nodded, and repeated what she said, “I can make you brave.” It was a tempting offer to be sure, Ambrose wanted to be brave for everyone, he didn’t want to be so scared that he could barely move. “How?” He asked with a hint of desperation in his voice. The Kestrel said nothing, she simply spread her wings, and fluttered onto Ambrose’s branch-like horn like she had done so many times before. And then…nothing.

Ambrose’s ears twitched when he came to, “Hey, you ok there?” A loud voice said with concern. With a soft groan, Ambrose opened his eyes, and a red folk came into focus in front of him. Needle if he remembered correctly. “I…” his voice was a bit strained, as if it was not his own, “I’m fine, I guess…I just worked myself a bit too hard.” Needle nodded sympathetically and held out her hand. Ambrose hesitantly took it, and allowed himself, to be pulled to his feet. “I get that this is an important operation and all,” Needle said as she looked him over, “but you gotta take care of yourself! You’re supposed to be protecting the Grove, not getting yourself killed! You’re lucky that thing’s occupied!” “Yes…” Ambrose muttered softly, “very lucky.” Needle gave him a pat on the shoulder, “Go get yourself a drink or something at one of the medicine tents, I’ll finish up your barricade. Good job with that, by the way!” She grinned at him, which Ambrose returned shakily, almost like he wasn’t used to moving his mouth in such a way. “Thank…thank you.” He said, voice scratchy from underuse. Needle then flashed him a thumbs up and sent him on his way. “Now…” The Kestrel muttered under her breath, “which tent is it…which tent did h…I leave my sword?”

Description
Word Count: 1164

Brooney (and by extension Brother and Looney) belong to danny-anny and hy-de

Welcome to "Ambrose gets Eeby Deebied"

Acorns: 15/532

==============================================

Ambrose peered out of one of the medicine tents, eyes glued to the now giant visitor. Its crazed multicolored eyes sent shivers down his spine. How on earth were any of them supposed to fight that?! The cat-like folk flattened his ears against his head, this tent wouldn’t protect him if that thing decided to stomp its way over here. But…what else could he do at this point? “Hey! What’re you just standing around for?!” A harsh voice startled Ambrose out of his spiraling panic. He whipped around to see Needle Razorback with her hands on her hips and a glare on her face. Ambrose swallowed nervously, “I..I…” “Y’know what, forget it. Just get out there, we need all hands on deck for this!” Needle shouted as she leaned in closer, making Ambrose feel even more anxious. Before Ambrose could reply, a toolbox and several large planks were shoved into his arms. “There,” Needle nodded with a snort, “now get out there and help build up some barricades!” Ambrose stood stunned as Needle marched past him with her head held high. His legs trembled, and his tail drooped between his legs. If he wanted to build those barricades, he’d have to get very close to the visitor. But then again, if he didn’t even try, he’d be letting down the whole Grove. He hated this, the fear that paralyzed him so, a fear that he doesn’t remember feeling quite so intensely before arriving in this world. Eventually, Ambrose took a deep breath, and sighed. He might as well get this over with, before Needle comes back to chew him out again.

As he got closer to where the visitor was rampaging, Ambrose began to see crude wooden walls where there was previously flat ground. With a shaky breath and slowly crumbling resolve, he shuffled his way into the build site. Several other folk were hard at work on their own barricades, and were too busy to notice Ambrose’s arrival. The cat-like folk was somewhat grateful for that, as this meant that no one was able to point out his obvious nerves. “Alright…” Ambrose said softly, “there’s a good spot.” He then took his place, far enough away from the visitor to hopefully not catch its ire, while also being close enough for the wall to be effective. For a brief moment, his eyes flicked up to the massive visitor, luckily its attention seemed to be elsewhere for the time being. Ambrose swallowed, he’d better hurry before the creature noticed him. As quickly as he could, Ambrose began setting up the planks, jamming them into the dirt as best he could. While he worked, the cat-like folk couldn’t help but feel like they were being watched. He checked on the giant visitor multiple times, but not once did it lay its eyes on him. He also turned his eyes to the other folk working around him, but they were all too busy to pay him any mind. So, if it wasn’t the visitor, and it wasn’t any other folk, then what was it? The gaze didn’t feel hostile at all…at least, Ambrose didn’t think it did. With that bit of comfort, he went back to work, still feeling someone’s eyes boring into the back of his skull. Each time Ambrose shoved a board into the earth, the presence only seemed to get closer. But each time he turned around, Ambrose didn’t see a thing. Finally, he finished with the vertical boards, and moved to hammer in some horizontal planks for support, when he felt that same presence right behind him. As quickly as he could, Ambrose whipped around, only to see someone very familiar. “K…Kestrel?”

Indeed, Ambrose’s visitor stood before him, her tiny eyes gazing up at him with interest. Immediately, Ambrose crouched down to her level, “Where have you been? You just…up and disappeared one day…” The Kestrel gave a short squawk in response and shook her tail feathers. “R-Right,” Ambrose scratched the back of his neck, “that’s not important right now.” The Kestrel simply nodded, then looked up at the other, much larger visitor. When she looked back at Ambrose, she made a series of strange half screech, half squawking sounds. It was a question, one that made Ambrose’s ears droop. “W-Well I mean, some of us need to be on barricade duty, not everyone can fight at once, y’know.” His answer didn’t seem to satisfy the bird-like visitor, because she asked the same question once more, “Why aren’t you at there fighting that monster with everyone else?” Ambrose swallowed nervously, then looked around to make sure that no other folk could hear or see what was happening. “I…” he spoke in a hushed whisper, “I…I can’t. I’m not…I’m too…I’m afraid, Kestrel. I’m absolutely terrified! If I go out there and fight, I’m going to die!” Tears prickled at his eyes, and it took everything he could not to burst into tears outright. At this new answer, The Kestrel went dead silent. She stared into Ambrose’s eyes with a strange intensity, and cawed out something in a low, warbling tone. “You…can make me brave?” Ambrose asked nervously, voice barely above a whisper. The Kestrel nodded, and repeated what she said, “I can make you brave.” It was a tempting offer to be sure, Ambrose wanted to be brave for everyone, he didn’t want to be so scared that he could barely move. “How?” He asked with a hint of desperation in his voice. The Kestrel said nothing, she simply spread her wings, and fluttered onto Ambrose’s branch-like horn like she had done so many times before. And then…nothing.

Ambrose’s ears twitched when he came to, “Hey, you ok there?” A loud voice said with concern. With a soft groan, Ambrose opened his eyes, and a red folk came into focus in front of him. Needle if he remembered correctly. “I…” his voice was a bit strained, as if it was not his own, “I’m fine, I guess…I just worked myself a bit too hard.” Needle nodded sympathetically and held out her hand. Ambrose hesitantly took it, and allowed himself, to be pulled to his feet. “I get that this is an important operation and all,” Needle said as she looked him over, “but you gotta take care of yourself! You’re supposed to be protecting the Grove, not getting yourself killed! You’re lucky that thing’s occupied!” “Yes…” Ambrose muttered softly, “very lucky.” Needle gave him a pat on the shoulder, “Go get yourself a drink or something at one of the medicine tents, I’ll finish up your barricade. Good job with that, by the way!” She grinned at him, which Ambrose returned shakily, almost like he wasn’t used to moving his mouth in such a way. “Thank…thank you.” He said, voice scratchy from underuse. Needle then flashed him a thumbs up and sent him on his way. “Now…” The Kestrel muttered under her breath, “which tent is it…which tent did h…I leave my sword?”