Rivertail

“Let’s stop worrying about StarClan and start sharing with them,” Jayfeather snapped. “I’m cold.”
― Erin Hunter, Darkest Night

“lived in the house. There were aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, and friends. A grill was set up on the patio, and delicious smells wafted from platters of burgers on picnic tables in the yard. It was the perfect sort of day for Munchy to get her fill of people blood. Who would have thought that giving a person one tiny bite could result in such a delightful snack? Munchy was aware that most people thought she was a pest. They tried to swat her whenever she got near, but Munchy was fast and an expert at dodging humans’ flailing fingers. I don’t want to hurt anyone, Munchy thought. But a mosquito bite just takes a second, and then I fly off to find the next person. Satisfied at last, Munchy buzzed back to the garden where she lived with her best friends Wiggly Worm, Rattles Snake, and Snarky Snail. “I’m full!” she announced. “I don’t think I’ll eat for a week!” “There’s some kind of celebration going on over there,” remarked Wiggly, who was playing in the dirt. “I know!” smiled Munchy. “The family has so many guests over—so many guests with delicious blood.” Snarky made a face. “I think it’s the Fourth of July or something—but, Munchy, do you really have to do that to people? Mosquito bites make them awfully uncomfortable.” “Only for a second,” Munchy replied. “It’s just an itty-bitty sting.” “No, it isn’t,” protested Snarky, who ventured into the backyard more than any of his friends. “Mosquito bites are itchy and uncomfortable for a long time—sometimes several days. I’ve seen those two little kids scratching and complaining about bites you’ve given them.” “I think that’s true,” agreed Rattles, who also went into the yard more often, now that the humans knew he was a friendly rattlesnake. “Oh, no,” murmured Munchy. Mosquito bites hadn’t seemed like a big deal before—but they did now. She didn’t want to be responsible for making people feel itchy all the time! With a sigh, Munchy said, “I guess I’ve got to quit. From now on, I’ll stick to sugar-water shakes at the Garden Town soda fountain—but it isn’t going to be easy!” With some help from her friends, Munchy was able to stop biting people once and for all. And, when the other mosquitoes that lived in the garden heard about her new lifestyle, they decided to give it a shot, as well. In no time, the backyard was practically a mosquito-safe zone! The kids and their friends could now play in the yard for hours with no worries about being bitten. They had no more itchy skin and no more discomfort. Munchy felt like she had done a wonderful thing. And no one ever tried to swat her away again! Just for Fun Activity Make itty-bitty bugs using circles of Fun Foam for bodies, tissue paper cut-outs for wings, googly eyes (you can find them at craft stores), and shortened pipe cleaners for long, skinny noses and legs. Have fun!”
― Arnie Lightning, Wiggly the Worm

“Willy started to swim closer to the boat so he could have a better look at them. But his mother quickly guided him away from the boats and back to the pod. She did not want Willy to get hurt. “Why can’t I go closer,” Willy asked. “I just want to see the humans up close.” “No, dear,” said Willy’s mother. “If you get too close, you might get hurt, or you might upset their boat. That would be terrible because humans cannot stay in the water for long like we can.” “If it’s dangerous for them on the water,” Willy began, “then why do they come on the water in their boats?” “They want to know what it is like to live in water. They want to understand more about us, too.” Willy’s mother changed direction again to stay away from the two boats. Willy also changed direction to stay with his mother. The pod kept swimming in a straight line for a long time. Then, they changed direction again. When Willy came up for a breath of air, he looked around to see why they had changed. “Whoa!” said Willy as he saw a very large boat coming toward his pod.”
― Uncle Amon, Willy the Whale: Short Stories, Games, and Jokes!

“That’s okay,” Twigpaw mewed brightly. “There’s plenty to do in camp. I think I saw a fish in the stream yesterday. It was just a small one, but it would be fun to catch.” Leafpool wrinkled her nose. “You sound like a RiverClan cat.” “We’re not going to eat it,” Twigpaw purred. “We’ll throw it back,” Finpaw agreed. Leafpool shook her head. “You’ll have to catch it first.”
― Erin Hunter, Darkest Night