The Shaman – The leader of the band of mice. A cheery fellow, with special powers to help his followers gather cheese
Fiona “Uno” Gales – Your average mouse. Prefers a taking her time rather than racing for cheese. Has a hate for water and fire.
The Narrator - A loud, pushy mouse. Not much is known about him.

(More cast members coming soon!)

Cast application:
Name:
Species (Mouse or Cat) (No half mouse/cat!) :
Personality:
Other info:
Ref:

Prologue:
“Goodbye! See you soon! Hope you come back with more cheese!!”
Those where the last words I remember hearing from my friends. You see, as mice, we have to collect cheese. Lots of cheese. Plenty of cheese. Cheese for all. We were about to head on our next expedition – to unknown lands outside of mousehole! For cheese! As well as.... Umm... I got nothing. Still! We were on the verge of the greatest adventure ever! Maybe we’d find a island full of cheese! Or perhaps we’d find a scary ghost ship with lots of cheese inside! Perhaps we’d even team up with a gang of mouse pirates! Working together to find a island of cheese!! Anyhow, here we were on our epic adventure for cheese! Our expedition was lead by the one. The... CHEESEN one. Heh... Get it? No... Okay. Anyway, it was lead by a mouse we call the Shaman. He was the one we’d rely on. Chosen by the Shaman goddess herself. He had unique powers to use for the good of mice everywhere. He was like, prince friend of friendship kingdom! Good friend one and for all! As well as the walking definition of genius!
This journey was like every other journey. Mice laughed and danced as we sailed across the gentle ocean. As long as we were together, there was cheer floating through the air as our sprits were shockingly high!
...Or so we thought...
Surprise!
I could hear the ocean roaring against our ship. Boom! Lightning! Boom! More lighting!
“Sham! What’s wrong!” I called out
“We’re in the middle of the storm alright,” The Shaman mumbled “Uno! Go to the bottom deck!”
“Right!”
I quickly clambered down into the interior. Loud squeaking had came from within
“Uno! There you are!” One mouse called “What’s going on!?”
“We’re in a storm!!” I howled
“And the Shaman?” A second mouse questioned
“He’s still out there!” I loudly answered
“What!? How is he-“
Silence. That’s all I heard... We slowly wandered outside
“Sham...?” I questioned. He turned to face us
“Is everyone alright?” He asked me “I wouldn’t of known what to do if I had lost even one of you!”
“How come that storm calmed down?” I asked him
“Why did the sham goddess give me the powers in the first place?” He continued “She wanted me to help the mice. Stopping the storm was the ans-“
It was a lie. Like that cake we were promised.
It came back! Bigger! Larger! Harder! That’s what s- Sorry! It was as if the wind gods had just asked the sea to calm down, but they instantly refused! The gods would be pi- Err, Mad!! Yes...
Rain poured like a shower of bullets...
The floor slowly creaked and broke. It was as if our dreams had been smashed. Literally!!
“I do say, we are in a spot of bother.” One mouse piped up
“Really? What are you? A tipped off genius!?” Another mouse called
“Guys! Be nice! This could be the last time we see each other!” The sham called
The waves pushed our boat fro and to. Each mouse either being tipped out, jumping out or just attempting to surive. There was a golden shark that made it really scary, and a shark too. I think... Yep! Totally a shark! Oh my!!
“UNO!” I heard a voice howl as it all faded to black...
Was this the end?
I don’t know...
Was this fate?
I... don’t... know...

...Where am I? I don't reconize this island... It seemed like a sandy beach? Am I home? I hope so! Wait... This isn't home... Why on earth would we end up one if we were shipwrecked? Anyway, I took a look around. I saw some interesting things...

First off, some wrecked wood. I assumed this to be the leftovers of our ship. Rest in peace, S.S. Friendship...
Second, some mice. Alot of them were unconsious... I couldn't reconize any of them. Nor did it seem that Shammy was there. One mouse apeared to be looking at... me?
"You! You saw that storm! Didn't you!?" The mouse called "Hey... Aren't you...? Uno?"
"Yes, yes and yes." I mumbled
"I'm telling you! That storm was like Whazyuuuu! Whazyuuu - Boy that was quick!" He called, he proceeded in this manor for awhile untill I mumbled
"I guess so..."
"They call me the narrator by the way." He smiled
"Nice to meet you..." I grumbled.
"Anyway, You wanna check that creepy old building over there for sham?" He questioned
I turned around slowly. There, I saw a theatre. A old, run down, spooky theatre. I was hoping he wasn't there.
"You can... go on ahead..." I stuttered "I'll stay here..."
"Oh your not chickening out of this!!" He howled "Come on!"
He began to tug me towards the theatre
"Ow! It hurts! Stop it!" I squealed
"Well then, walk on your own paws and follow me!" He laughed "Maybe they'll have some mice hot coco..."
"I see what you did there, and it was cheesy..." I grinned

The theatre appeared to only be worse on the inside. It was a dump. I swore there was no floor, only mud. The wallpaper was slightly red. But worse, I felt someone or something watching us. We continued forward, unaware on the danger ahead
"This is horrible..." I mumbled
We proceeded to jump up to the second floor. Thats were everything changed.
For the worse.
Two cats and shammy. One cat held shammy's arms, making it impossible for him to move, no matter how much he tried. The other, held some sort of glowy red thing...
"Hey! Look! Shammy's made some new friends!" Narrator chirped "They seemed to give him some sort of present!"
"Shush!" I growled "Do you want them to notice us!" We quickly rushed behind a large rock. They proceeded to put the hat on shammy
"Wait, that isn't a present! Those aint friends at all!" He shouted
"Shush! They spotted us!!" I consoled
"Then hold on to your tails, because this aint good!!" He howled. Shammy appeared to of something... It seemed like a cannonball. Only it was red and glowly. It headed straight towards us! We both screamed. If we had screamed any louder, we most likely would of brought this place down. I could of sworn that shammy was crying as the cats dragged us away.
That... wasn't good.