At the Northern Fort

It's a perfect mill all year round for the deputy chief, but it's hot or riding people's knees less often when they stick around in the summer, and they don't come particularly close to me or the Kicks because they're overworked everyday.

But since it's getting cold, I'm glad you got on my lap, too.

Usually, it's hard not to be able to spread your legs like when you're sitting in a chair, and it's hard not to be able to move if you want to go to the bathroom or your legs are numb, but if you can look at this round back of your head, I can put up with as much.

When I was with the deputy chief, the mill moved under my feet. I wondered how much you put on your fur, it's like a stuck bug in a plant.

He hasn't noticed in person, and he's looking at us laughing strangely.

He was patrolling the foothills with Snowlea before he got here and he went into the grass, so I guess that's when he stuck around.

Thin, soft hairs on the mill sometimes dust off like a mop in a fort, so don't stick bugs on it either.

That's when I was walking down the hallway upstairs in the fort. The time was just at the end of the lunch break, and I went through there to get back to work, but if I looked out the window, Mill and Kugarg were taking a nap under a clear sky.

It's chilly in the fort, but I'm sure it's comfortable in the sun. We're both so sloppy.

I'm jealous. I'm sleeping with you. I don't want to work.

When Woodbaum was there, Woodbaum was as big as taking occasional walks, and the rest was grown up like figurines.

Mill often put together fragrance boxes to see if Woodbaum would imitate the way he sat naturally when he was beside him. Looking at me in the same outfit and the same way, you're laughing at something.

I was cleaning the fallen leaves and the mill was stuck in the mountain we collected. He nodded and couldn't stop his leg.

I put together the fallen leaves again, cautiously not to scatter them, but they poked me through the gap and stormed me again. Sounds like fun playing with a lot of fallen leaves.

But this won't get us out of work forever, so we need the Kicks to catch us for a while.

Kicks brought a smaller backpack and mumbled the fallen leaf scattering mill as punishment.

But Mill seemed to like it a lot. He seemed surprisingly cozy, making out on his back while we were cleaning.

The mill seemed to like playing with the fallen leaves quite a bit, and some of the fallen leaves I cleaned and collected were to be left for a while for the mill. They're all sweet on the mill.

But when I see this fun looking face, I can't get rid of the leaves, either.

By the way, Kugarg seems to like to play with fallen leaves too, but he prefers dongles.

When I give it a rollable shape, I move it like I'm cleverly living a dongle on my forefoot, and I don't get tired of playing alone.

Lecka's been coming to the north fort for a while, but she's got a longer knight history than me, she's older, she's solid, and she feels pretty dependable.

But Mill seems to think he's a better senior, showing Lecka the caretaker side.

You think you're gonna get lost, you sneak up from behind worrying about Lecka walking alone down the hallway of the fort, or you're sleeping properly at night, what a mother you care.

It's kinda funny how a child fox is letting the senior wind blow.

If you think the Branch Leader came out of the unpopular talking room while holding his nose down, try to avoid us and just go somewhere.

What? I walked into the talking room thinking, Mill sleeping in a clever outfit on the corner of the couch. Looks like this funny way of sleeping was the cutest thing for the Branch Leader.

I know, but I don't think it's enough to give you a nosebleed.

Apparently, recently, a wildcat has been using it as a passage out the window in the bickering room. I see it every once in a while when I'm outside too, but I've never touched someone who doesn't feed me.

Whether Mill likes or is interested in cats, if there is any sign when he is in the bickering room, he is trying to stick to the window and look at the cat.

But he's not tall enough, and he can't peek into the window as much as he did with a small chair.

I could bring a bigger couch to the window and do it, but I can't even throw that desperate toe stand away, so let's just keep it that way for a while.

Mill I was encountering outside with a wildcat today. Let's play. He was posing and inviting wildcats to play, but it was beautifully ignored.

Mir seems interested in cats, but cats don't seem interested in mills.

Don't be depressed because I'll play you.

When it gets cold, I think the little birds are cute because they swell their feathers and turn round.

Mill, who was ignored by wildcats yesterday, was appealing today to be harmless in a belly-up pose in an attempt to get along with the little bird, but he was still ignored.

Animals don't seem to convey Mill's or Mundane charm. I have a lot of things over there and before me.