Lilehmouse, Savennia, Slipssy, Leahcoollol, and Rosegoose were in the main room of the tribe house.

“I wonder why they were all going up to Apple’s office,” Rose said, trying to stay steady as she sat on the couch that was currently being jumped on by Lileh and Savie. She was of course, referring to the five mice that had walked through the main room only moments ago, the Tribe Shamans heading off to see the Spiritual Chief (or the Oatmeal, as Apple had named the rank). Leah and Slipssy who had taken up the space on the other couch, and had been listening to the music coming from the radio up until that moment, looked at Rose, and shrugged.

“Maybe someone’s in trouble,” Savie suggested. She glanced at her jumping partner and grinned. “It’s probably Lileh.”

“What, no! I’m innocent, innocent I tell you!” Lileh cried, giving Savie a hurt look, while trying to keep a smile off of her face. Slips rolled her eyes.

“You’re never innocent,” she said. “I’m serious; I’ve seen that totally suspicious cloud car of yours!” Lileh gasped, and held her hands up, still jumping.

“My cloud car is not suspicious, in fact it is the exact opposite of that,” she said.

“Unsuspicious things are the new suspicious things Lileh,” Savie said.

“Well I don’t know about Lileh for sure, but I do know that it can’t be me,” Leah said.

“Why not?” Rose asked. Leah laughed, and patted Rose’s shoulder.

“Because obviously, I’m too awesome for that,” Leah explained.

“We need a detective! We should get FNB,” Lileh said, using her nickname for Flutter. Rose shook her head.

“Flutty is one of the people who already knows why they were going up there, Lileh,” she said.

“Ahaha...oh yeah,” Lileh said. Seconds later, they heard steps coming down the stairs. Lileh and Savie scrambled to stop their bouncing. When Chedda, Flutty, and Bea stepped into the room, the five mice already there were still, and stared at them.

“What...?” Flutty asked. Lileh was the first to rush forward in the questioning process.

“Why were you going into the Oatmeal’s office? Is something up with Apple? Is someone in trouble? Is it me?! I SWEAR I’M INNOCENT!” Lileh cried, rapidly shooting the questions out. She stopped only to take a breath, then opened her mouth to say more (most likely more questions, or more claims of innocence). Bea stepped over and jumped on Lileh, and Savie.

“Banana is the answer to all your questions,” she said.

“Ohhh, I see,” Savie said. Chedda nodded.

“Hnn, I know. Doesn’t that just explain everything so perfectly?” she said.

“Okay then....” Flutty said. “But I’m just going to give alternate answers....in reverse because the first questions are a little more complicated. No, nobody is in trouble, although I doubt you’re innocent Doctor. Yes there’s something up with Apple, she’s become even crazier. As for the other question....we were called in for a special mission.”

“Special mission? Is Apple out of cider again?” Rose asked.

“Nope that’s not it, keep guessing,” Bea said.

“Did she lose her hat?” Savie guessed.

“No,” Chedda said. “We’re going to find the Celestial Shamans and take down the Admins!”

“Take them down? I don’t think that’s what Apple said...” Flutty said.

“Oh it wasn’t?” Chedda asked, looking at Bea, who just shrugged.

“Well whatever, that doesn’t matter...I mean not right now at least,” Flutter said. “What does matter is that we’re taking you guys with us.” The mice that had just been referred to as “guys” stared at her. “What? You guys coming or what? Yes, no, maybe so?” I think you know, that it was impossible for them to say no.


The three mice that had been thrown out on a journey by their tribe’s Spiritual Chief, along with the mice they’d decided to make come along on that journey, came closer to the forums, getting their cards out. When they reached the admittance gate placed at the front of the large fence that surrounded the many buildings that housed the different sub-sections of the forums, they handed the Sentinels currently manning the gate their cards. The Sentinels slid the cards one by one into the three available log-in posts, and soon enough all the mice’s names had been shown next to the words “has logged in.” With a couple nods towards the Sentinels as their cards were handed back to them, they all walked past the gate and into the place that was the home of the EN forums. Dark bluish gray paths were paved along the lighter gray that colored the ground, which led to the gray buildings marked by the white words and small insignias that told which section each one held.

“So wait...why are we coming to the forums?” Rose asked.

“Well we’re gonna be gone for a while right? Might as well let peoples know,” Bea said. They had already passed the Off-topic building, a place to discuss all the things that didn’t quite fit into the other sections of the forums, along with the BouBoum Discussions building, Bouboum was an ally of Transformice, a friendly country of hamsters that welcomed many other creatures to live there, and the Admins had decided it would be best for the Transformice citizens to have a place to learn about them. Finally they reached the Fanarts building, where mice could share pieces that represented the activities of their server, using whatever artistic talent they might possess. Bea and Chedda stopped in front of the building, and walked up the steps to the door.

“Alright then who wants to come with us?” Bea asked. “The other option is going with Flutty to the Archives to research stuff that Chedda and I are too lazy to. Flutty’s doing it ‘cause she’s crazy or something.” Flutty laughed, and nodded.

“Well she’s not wrong, I am probably a little demented,” she said, then turned and skipped away from the building (although she soon stopped skipping and just walked, due to the realization of her lack of skill in skipping). “Come all who wish to be my followers!” Lileh and Slipssy shrugged and followed her, while the rest went into the Fanarts building. After about five minutes of random speed-walking, running, skipping, and twirling mixes, they were at the Archives building. Flutty turned back to her companions and clasped her paws together. “We have reached the Archives, good job, bravo, woo-hoo, yaayyyy! And it only took like what—a couple minutes? That’s pretty good, ‘cause it means we’re like faster than half of the people who come here...probably.”

“What happened to being serious about the mission?” Slips asked.

“Oh Clumsy, I can be mature as hell, but sometimes it’s more fun not to be,” Flutter explained. “And by sometimes I mean almost always.”

“But...you were acting like it was super important or something earlier weren’t you?” Slips insisted.

“I suppose you’re right. After all we’re going after legends and are probably putting our lives at risk so...yeah it’s serious. Alright then, serious time,” Flutter said, taking a deep breath, and pushing the door to the Archives open. “The building was as dark and dull as I expected, nobody comes here....nobody cares enough to look back at the past. As the saying goes, don’t look forward or back, look at the present and live it, but really if you don’t look forward, what is there to hope for? And if you don’t look back...there really is nothing to hope for, ‘cause people will just keeping making the same bloody mistakes instead of learning from their pasts. I can’t be thinking about these things now of course, whether or not I already had begun doing so. It’s time to focus on the mission I had been assigned to do, despite the craziness of the task. Stepping forward in the building was like raising a new dust storm every time you walked, along with unsettling possibly hundreds of spiders. I can’t believe I have to go to a dump like this for research -insert scoff here- well I’ve been in worse...places where not just the dust would try to choke ya’.” Flutter stopped, and looked back at Lileh and Slips, feeling their gaze on her.

“What are you doing?” Slips asked.

“Being serious,” Flutty explained, then thinking of the matter as settled, glanced back at the shelves full of the books recording threads that had been made and locked away in this place, forgotten. She skimmed her paw along the backs of the books, looking for a specific title.

“That sounded more hard-boiled than serious,” Lileh said.

“Hard-boiled is serious,” Flutty said, laughing.

“Well if you wanna look it that way I guess it is...but...” Slips trailed off, making Flutty laugh again. Lileh stepped forward by her partner, and began looking along the rows of books like she was searching for something as well.

“The way the books were organized like tiles on the book shelves, made me think of the piece of wheat that always stuck out of the mouth of the dame who’d hired us,” she said. Slips stared at both her and Flutter.

“If you guys keep doing this it’s gonna make me end up doing it too,” she said. Flutter didn’t hear her though, nor Lileh’s insanely large amount of laughter at the comment, for her eyes had fastened on the record she had been looking for. The Celestial Shamans was the title. She scanned the pages, knowing she’d only have time to skim it. After what seemed like forever to her colleagues, she put the thread record back in its original place. She slowly strolled back towards the door, her two friends immediately got up, stating just how absolutely long she made them wait in the boringness of the building. Flutty cracked up over this almost forgetting about what she’d been thinking about earlier. She put her hand up to stop them, taking deep breaths. They were out of the Archives now.

“We should probably get the others and head out on our way,” Flutty said. “I know a short-cut through the Vanillas to the EN border, and after we pass that we’ll be able to easily make our way out of Transformice as a whole.” After enough nods of agreement, they headed back in the direction of the Fanarts building. Flutter was still wondering about the Celestial Shamans thread, and how it had just suddenly been locked...in the middle of the converses, no post had been given by a Sent, Mod, or Admin to tell of a reason why.

“Ayyy guys,” was the first thing Lilehmouse, Flutterbest, and Slipssy heard when they were reunited with their friends. Sirusthemice and Noobforevah sat lounging around the steps of the Fanarts building with the Sweet Apple Acres tribe members.

“Guess who we’re bringing!” Bea said.

“Please tell me you didn’t tell them about the mission,” Flutty said, sighing before she even heard the answer.

“If you’re talking about the whole Celestial Shaman shizz, than yes, yes she did,” Noob replied, shrugging in unison with Siiri.

“So we’re coming because why the hell not?” Siiri said.

“Siirinity, Duck, you’re not even in the tribe,” Flutter said.

“Well then...we’ll get a blessing for our tribes, no big deal man,” after saying this Siiri just grinned.

“Fine...but don’t go telling anybody else about how stupid App—I mean this mission is,” Flutty said, laughing.

“HEY KITKAT, WANNA COME WITH US TO GO FIND THE CELESTIAL SHAMANS?!” Bea suddenly shouted, apparently to Kattiej, the tan furred mouse who was walking towards the Fanarts building.

“Well she is in your tribe isn’t she?” Noob pointed out.


Chedda climbed over the last grassy pillar at the edge of the border of between the center of the EN server and the Vanillas, where her companions were waiting. The mice looked for several minutes, out at the four paths that led to the different quadrants of the Vanillas, until finally they made their way to the beginning of the first one that would lead them through the first two rooms where mice were busily earning their cheese every day, to Vanilla3, where Flutter had discovered her “shortcut.”

When they reached the room, dozens of brown furred mice were dashing about, curiously looking around, testing their wall jumps, and trying to get the cheese (along with the ones who were just goofing about). In their midst were the room regulars and the ones already used to if not this particular room, cheese earning, who were mostly not trying to hide their laughter at all.

“Now, now, be careful!” a sharp, exasperated voice shot through the air, repeating the same sentence and similar ones again and again. The SAA members and their pals snickered, knowing instantly who it was from the memories of their own schooling days. The head of the training academy, Fenton Remmor, a mouse with brown fur just like most of his students and tired yet intelligent eyes behind thick black-rimmed glasses. Fenton had been practically taking care of the entire EN citizen’s education for most of his life, despite the assistants that passed through every now and then, never staying long. The group stopped to look up at him sitting on top of one of the pillars for a bit, and the mice beside him, some of his old students who he had found particularly annoying (probably because they learned much faster than he liked, made him think of them as showy).

One of the mice waved, grinning down at them through a hole in the paper bag he’d put over his head. He poked a mouse with sun fur standing by him, who looked up from twiddling with her tail then looked back down at the group, giving them a small nod recognition.

“Sup guys!” a voice said from behind them, shortly after this a grey mouse broke through the crowd, carrying a lovely fresh piece of cheese. She climbed up the pillar with ease to stand with her friends. This mouse was Sylphlugia, the two described earlier, Smokebome and Taintedsoul. Three of the Vanilla3 regulars and renowned pros of the server (no matter how many times they tried to deny it), not to mention Smoke was known for being a notorious troll.

“Oh not much, just going on an errand for Apple,” Flutter explained.

“Ah, I see, I would come, but I’m kind of busy annoying Ol’ Teach here,” Smoke said, laughing. “Let’s say it’s revenge for one of his newbies pinging me.”

“Oh pshaw, don’t listen to him, Smokie’s just being butthurt,” Taint said. Instructor Remmor sighed.

“Please, I honestly don’t care anymore, just PLEASE try not to be such a distraction you three,” he said, including another sigh as an ending.

“Mhm, mhm, mhmmm, gotcha,” Syl said. “I have a lot cheese to get anyways.” After saying this she leapt off the pillar, landing exactly as she wanted to on the corner of a nearby ice block and speedily sliding off.

“Shouldn’t we get going guys?” Kat asked after the agile mouse had been lost in the sea of mice once more. The others nodded and they headed on their way, realizing the map would change any time now, since even the shamans with the power to extend it couldn’t hold maps much longer. Flutter led them to one of the palm trees that decorated the map, and moving some of the fallen leaves away, uncovered a small crawlspace and ushered as many that could fit into it, then covered it up once again, and hurried to find the other empty spot she knew of in this map. All the mice had barely settled in when the map began to switch. They felt the air getting thinner around them, and gasped for air out of instinct, even though it probably wasn’t the wisest thing to do. They could hear the ground deteriorating around them, and soon a large whole appeared in the wall of earth closest to them.

“Jump...” Flutter said, at the same time whispering the same thing to those in the other empty spot of the map, trying her hardest to make a strong connection. “It’s safe, it’s just like when you fall off or through a map.”
After all of them failed to move, staring out at where the pieces to form the next map were being lifted up by the workers known as the underground shamans, Siiri winked at them. She then leaped out, whistling triumphantly. They heard a response whistle from one of their friends, undoubtedly Bea. Soon all of the mice that had hidden in the blank spaces.

They all landed on the soft mat laid across the floor with a soft thud. When they’d been gathered together once again, Flutter put a finger up to her mouth to signal for quiet. She crept away towards the edge of the map, being followed by her colleagues closely, until she reached a path that had been worn away until it was almost unnoticeable. The mice went along this path for a long while, accompanied by only the darkness and the sound of their footsteps. Finally they reached the large lake that ran through Transformice (under it in some places and on top in some places) and many times ran close to the border.

“So...is this it? Is this where we part ways and whatnot?” Bea asked.

“Only temporarily...hopefully...I mean we’ll be fine...good luck guys,” Flutter said. Chedda threw her arms around as many people as she could at once.

“I’ll miss you guuuuyyyss!” she cried. “Be careful, good luck, and never forget to be nuts!” After all goodbyes were said, the group was split into three. Flutterbest, Lilehmouse, Savennia and Slipssy headed out across the river to get to the desert and find the Wind Master. Littlechedda, Leahcoollol, and Noobforevah went down the river, hoping it would get them to the jungles more quickly so they could find the Spiritual Guide. Beautyiscool, Sirusthemice, Rosegoose, and Kattiej stayed on land, planning to walk until they reached the mountains, where hopefully, they could find the Mechanician.

Littlechedda pulled the sides of her hat down, making her ears go down slightly as well as the fabric rubbed against her furry tan cheeks; looking miserably at the water surrounding them and the land it was caged by, trying to spot at least one tiny spec of cheese. She sighed.
“No cheese...no cheese...” she said, and slunk back against the side of the wooden raft that’d been set up a little farther along the river for travelers (they’d figured it would be better than being all wet).

“We haven’t even been in this river that long, ya’ know that right...?” Noob asked.

“Well yeah, but...Apple never gave me time to go back to the shop and get a doughnut...or chocolate,” Chedda “explained.” She stared up at her hat woefully. “I wish you were real cake sometimes, but then I realize I couldn’t eat you. We’re childhood friends you and I.” Leah laughed, and looked over the side of the boat. She looked at the fish that swam by in an almost cheerful, carefree sort of fashion. She snatched at one, holding it for a moment just long enough for her to make her comment.

“Don’t worry Chedda, we can just grab the fish and eat them, like cats!” the fish hurriedly forced its way out of Leah’s paws. Thunk, Noob promptly bonked her on the head with the hilt of her knife, giving her a look that was practically the same thing as her saying “really?”

“I don’t want to be like a cat,” Chedda said. “Their fluffiness is a lie, they are sharp.” Noob shrugged.

“Whatever...” she murmured, closing her eyes, hoping for some rest. That seemed to be a rather hard thing to do though, considering Leah’s laughter.


Flutter hauled herself up onto the ground, groaning at the weight added by the water soaked into her fur and hair. One she had succeeded in her task, she shook her head, sending drops of water flying everywhere and her hair sticking to random places on her face. Pulling the pink locks back behind her ears to reveal her flower clip that had barely managed to hang onto the strands of wet and now wild hair, Flutter took the accessory out and examined the soft blue satin, checking to see how wet it had gotten. Splashing noises suddenly came, and the mouse stopped with her inspection to look at the large river she’d just come out of herself.

“I’m alive! Aliiiiiveee!” Lileh shouted as she lifted her head up from under the rushing water.

“I don’t think I am,” Slips murmured, letting herself float a little ways of before tiredly grabbing one of the leafy plants sticking out of the bank and pulling herself up onto the muddy surface. Flutty sniggered and helped Lileh out of the water, then left her to attempt to dry herself and went over to Slipssy.

The white-furred mouse was still lying down in the dirt. She opened her eyes and lifted up her paw, coughing a little. “Flutty...is...is that you?” She waved her paw. “Good, help me up.”

“No way, you’re all muddy,” Flutter replied. Slips groaned and lifted herself up.

“Hmm...it seems you’re correct.” She walked over to the edge of the river and splashed herself, only moments later shaking off as much of that water as she could. The two mice walked back to their other companion who was putting her still damp hair back into a pony tail. Savie had joined her and was shaking furiously, mostly for fun now.

“C’mon, let’s get going,” Flutter said. The four mice set out now on foot, hoping to cover a decent amount of land before it got dark.


Beauty strolled leisurely along the river bank, letting the cool breeze swipe across her face and streak through her hair. She couldn’t help laughing each time she looked at the lake waters roaring fiercely in the space provided by the dirt walls that kept it enclosed.

“They must be getting so wet,” she said, turning her head to look at her colleagues.

“Yep,” Rose and Kat replied in unison. Sirii nodded and smacked her hat back down on her head as the wind desperately tried to confiscate it, for what felt like the fiftieth time that hour.

“Blasted wind,” she muttered, cursing it in her mind repeatedly. This set Bea off and she was soon cackling. “You sound like a witch.”

Bea twirled back to where Siiri was and took her hat, twirling the red fedora around her finger. “The wind is wonderful, it is greeeaattt. You’re the one to blame, for bringing a hat!” she sang gleefully.

“It keeps my hair out of my face.”

“You have short hair.”

“That doesn’t mean it doesn’t get in my face.”

“But it’ll be worse if you wear a hat, because you have black hair.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Um...I’m not sure.”

Siiri shook her head, a small smile tugging up the corners of her mouth. She took her hat back, tucking her long bangs back into it. A little while later, the hat flew off once again. “Ugh.”

Four mice trekked across the plains of grass that were beginning to lead into a nefarious looking wood. Savennia looked up at the dimming sky and licked her lips.

“Man, I should’ve gone with my wifey. They probably are still on the river, the river full of water and not deadly beasts,” she said (referring to Bea when saying wifey), jabbing Splipssy jokily in the arm.

“Oh there are beasts in that river! Giant beasts, bigger than any you could ever imagine.” Flutter threw her paws up in the air, waving her fingers around as if she was imitating a creepy crawly. She quickly added, “The beasts also make it impossible to drink the water.”

“Hmm so you’re that kind of weird right now Ex Ex Wife? Interesting...” Lilehmouse mused beside the pink haired mouse.

“What do you mean that kind of weird?”

“Well sometimes you’re this weird, which is funny. Then you’re a creepy weird.”

“Creepy?”

“Remember the clock thing?”

Flutter paused for a second then shook her head. “That was a weird night.” She shook her paw, as though waving the conversation away. “Let’s go.”

Thump. Thump. Thump. That was all the mice heard for a while, their feet thumping against the ground but not too long after they finally entered the woods, they started hearing other things; sticks cracking, growling from who knows what, whooshing that reminded them of the cannons flying past back in Transformice. It was already getting dark. Slipssy sighed.

“Maybe we should make camp,” she suggested. A hooting noise pierced through the air and sent a chill through her spine, making her fur---and Flutty’s for that matter, stand on end. Lileh cupper her paw to her mouth and turned her head upwards.

“HOOT, HOOT! HOOT, HOOT!” Savie batted her paws down but couldn’t help grinning. Flutter couldn’t hide a wry smile that cover her face and turned away, while Slips added a quieter “hoot, hoot” of her own.

“Alright, camp! I’ll just bring out the ol’-” Savie had been bringing out her profile card but stopped. “Card...you know, smash it against a tree until it works.” None of them had ever tried to make anything camp-like, especially not the most necessary, a fire, without the assistance from the system.

“It can’t be too hard.” Flutter regretted saying that immediately, Lileh regretted it more since Flutty almost instantly made her try after failing once.

“You’re such a wimp Ex Ex Wife,” she commented, her brown pony tail flopping over her face as she bent her head down to try again to make a fire.

“I’m aware of that,” Flut replied. Lileh groaned and stretched out on her stomach, all over the fire wood.

“I give uuupppp. Can’t we just sleep in the dark?”

“But what if there are...monsters,” Savie said. Flutter nodded hastily in agreement. “I was joking Squirt, aren’t you supposed to be the logical one?”

“I never said that, Squirt...except maybe a few times. Listen I’m not worried for me, I’m worried for Clumsy, bookworms aren’t meant for the dark. THEY NEED LIGHT TO...READ BY.” A pale yellow paw grabbed Slips and brought her closer.

“You’re a bookworm too,” she pointed out and then literally pointed at Flutty, who hid her furry face in her hair, groaning and falling onto her side.

“Okay, no fire.”


Lileh woke up to swaying. Swaying? Her eyes should’ve popped open but she was still reluctant to give up the realm of sleep so she just lazily raised her eye lids. She was staring at big leafy branches hanging directly above her head. She stretched, not. She couldn’t move farther than the size of the tip of baby mice’s tails. She was tied up?!

“What did you all do to me? I’M INNOCENT I SWEAR!” she cried looking around until she noticed Slipssy directly below her. Her eyes narrowed. Hmm, maybe Flutty was irritated? “This seems more like a Bea prank though...” she noted thoughtfully.

“Wha-huh?” Slipssy had woken up. Lileh made the best evil laugh she could muster. “Lileh what did you do?” Lileh frowned.

“Hey, that was a magnificent maniacal laugh; you shouldn’t have been able to tell!”

A masked face appeared before the two mice suddenly. It took a few steps back and revealed itself to actually just be a plain looking mouse, it’s only decoration the slightly disturbing mask. “Come.”

“Tied,” Slips replied, moments before she was lifted up by more masked mice and put on her feet, still attached to what she could now see appeared to be a hammock. “Tied,” she repeated. The masked mice, now six in number, pushed her and Lileh forward. As they were hopped along Lileh couldn’t help but mention.

“Are you all dudes? Because I don’t think we even have any guys in our tribe.” Silence. “Well maybe a couple.” Silence. “Maybe a few?” The trees gave way out of nowhere and opened up an entire (slightly archaic) village made in the trees, on the grassy floor, some of it even in a pond, all made up of materials found in the forest. In the middle of it all sat a cat.