So, um, I got permission from Firefly Writings to do this if you're wondering!
((Oh, man, why am I so nervous??))
The rules are the same as the other Build Your Own Stories, as in:
we will all take turns writing paragraphs that expand the story
you cannot quote other paragraphs
try to keep characters' personalities consistent
magic is allowed, but normal humans don't regularly use it
the rules in this story will come naturally
have fun(I guess)
Okay, so the last one really isn't a rule, but you get the point, right??
Also, I haven't done anything like this before, so please, be patient with me.
Also also, the first paragraph is based on the 200s movie(or, at least, what I remember about it, since I can't seem to find it), and we can build off from there.
Alright? Let's begin.
Also, credit to both Solstice Writings and Firefly Writings for their threads on this idea.
It was the early 1800s, and also late winter in Russia. Two mice are watching a seeming toymaker open a package and pull out a nutcracker from there. He(the toymaker) seemed to be muttering about how long he had waited for this day to arrive.
The mouse on the left twitched her whiskers, and her gaze left the man. She ran her eyes over her surroundings, and flicked her tail against her companion's side, pointing to a large, furry animal with her nose. The other mouse stiffened, and the same word flashed through the two rodents' brains. Cat.
The female mouse's companion, who happened to be named Chalcid, squeaked with fright, and dived into a nearby crack, disappearing from sight. The female however, could find no escape route, and pressed against the wall, tiny body quivering with fright as the cat advanced, sleek pelt shining in the light of the candle flickering on a windowsill.
The cat eyes shone with malice as it stalked forward. The mouse shut her eyes, turning away from the menacing fright. She was to scared to watch. Her small body quivered with terror while she awaited her demise. But it never came.
The cat suddenly darted away, eyes wide with panic. Must. Get. Away. The mouse trembled, then darted into the hole her companion had just entered through. Whiskers twitching, she shivered, heart beating at an irregular pace.
Her companion wrapped his arms around her, attempting comfort her after recent events. She was shaking with terror, heart still hammering in her chest. She glanced back at the hole, questions circling through her mind like a toy train. What happened? she wondered, though thankful for whatever had come over the beast.