For Every Door the Closes -- Nine
_Let's keep this part short and sweet so you can get to the creamy filling faster. The characters, locations, and events in this story are fictional creations of Reserved Rodent. Any resemblances found within this work to other works are...
For Every Door that Closes -- Eight
_Disclaimers first, in snazzy italics! The characters, locations, and events in this story are fictional creations of Reserved Rodent. Certainly, there are names of locations and entities from the real world referenced in this work. ...
For Every Door that Closes -- Seven
_The characters, locations, and events in this story are fictional creations of Reserved Rodent. Any resemblances found within this chapter to other works are accidental as well as coincidental, so try not to get all mental about them. In...
For Every Door that Closes -- Six
_As expected (by me, at least), small print. First, the characters, locations, and events in this story are fictional creations of Reserved Rodent. Names of locations and entities from the real world might be referenced in this work. ...
FR06: Where are you sleeping tonight?
_ **Forging Rust** _ by Reserved Rodent co-authored with AJH **Chapter Six** _Where are you sleeping tonight?_ When he reached the Squire's tent, as usual, several furs of various species were scattered around outside, playing dice or card games....
FR05: Where do you think you're going, sewer rat?
_ **Forging Rust** _ by Reserved Rodent co-authored with AJH **Chapter Five** _Where do you think you're going, sewer rat?_ Lord Chase stepped out of his tent, his paw on the pommel of his sword. Sid and Rust had both been standing outside,...
FR04: You're just mad you can't find your own nuts
**_Forging Rust_** by Reserved Rodent co-authored with AJH **Chapter Four** _You're just mad you can't find your own nuts_ When Rust walked out of the dimly lit tent into the weak light of the morning, he paused to let his eyes adjust. Sid...
FR03: On the Table, Squire
_ **Forging Rust** _ by Reserved Rodent co-authored with AJH **Chapter Three** _On the Table, Squire_ Early the next morning, wearing simple leggings and a sleeveless jerkin, Rust left the Squires' barracks and headed towards the smell of cooking...