Click to look through the different characters’ designs. Next: eventually Basil left the camp where her group stayed. She padded into the forest and headed towards a nearby hunting ground, when she started to hear a faint wailing. Basil came over to a road. Lying beside it was a small pup. At first Basil had thought it was a kit- it was small, about the size of a two-moon-old kit, and had a short snout, long whiskers by dog standards, and a small nose. But if you looked fairly closely, its ears were a little too floppy, and its tail was short. Its noises were kitlike, too, not barks, but wails and cries and mewling sounds. “I feel bad for the little thing,” Basil thought. She dropped her mouse in front of the pup and it quickly snarfed it up. The pup made one of its mewling noises at Basil, its eyes sparkling, and rolled around on the ground happily. “I can’t just leave you here,” Basil muttered. Her mind was made up. She opened her jaws, and, by the scruff, gently picked the tiny dog up. Basil set the pup down in the kitden. “Basil! Who is that?” a queen named Rainstorm marveled. “I found this little guy by the road. I think humans abandoned the poor kit,” Basil said. That part was true. Humans had probably just dropped the pup by the side of the road. They did that sometimes, Basil knew. “Oh no,” a different queen by the name of Alder mewed. “You’re taking him in?” “Yes,” Basil said. “I think he’s two moons old.” “Ooh, Mama!” Alder’s kit Ginger said excitedly. “Is that a new friend? What’s his name?” “Yes, Basil, what’ll you call him?” Alder asked. Basil smiled. “His name is Barley.”
This is my first-ever text-series on Scratch! It’s called “Belonging” and will surround Barley going forwards. I have too many of these things, so I’m considering making an account for all my series ideas, (it would probably be called 99comics,) but for now, I will stack these up on this account for some reason.
