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Rating: PG

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Notes: A rodent bite occurs and some general roughing up of a rodent.

Disclaimer: I didn't come up with this stuff. Well, maybe the Gawan. Don't sue me. I'm on unemployment!

I just sat there in my cage, waiting for the right moment to escape. Both of my Jedi were in the room with me, though neither one was paying any attention to me. I performed a few back flips and looked up at them. Nothing. I grumbled and started to gnaw on a piece of plastic that I had bitten off the night before.

"Padawan, the Gawan does not like his name."

"Well, I like it. Besides, he likes to ride in pockets, so why not?"

//Cause it's stupid,// came my response.

My Master Jedi glanced my way and nodded. "You see? He does not like the name."

My Padawan Jedi frowned. "Then you name him." He all but stormed from the room causing my Master Jedi to follow behind.

Ahh, now was my chance. I crept over to the small hole in the cage and began to work furiously to get free. Once the hole was large enough for my head, I worked to smooth the edges down.

Carefully, I extricated myself from my cage and jumped from the table my cage was on. *Plop.* I hit the floor and scurried out of the room.

I went largely unnoticed in the temple corridors until a group of younglings passed by.

"Ohh, isn't he cute?" came the squeals of delight.

Great, I thought, next thing I know I'll have tiny little ribbons in my fur.

I reared up on my hind legs and chattered at them in order to attempt to frighten them off.

They giggled. I sighed.

"He looks like he's trying to be a big bear."

"He's adorable!"

Their teacher corralled them up and led them down the corridor. I let out a squeak of relief and continued on my trek. I soon came to the temple gardens and I was lost in digging ecstasy.

I began to uproot several plants, not even listening to the shouts of dismay from the garden keepers. I continued on my path of destruction through the gardens.

Not watching where I was going, I was surprised to run headlong into a booted foot. I looked up and nearly shrieked. As I turned to run, a hand caught me and held tight. I pushed upwards with my front paws to try and free myself, but the grip got tighter.

"If it isn't the little gawan. I did say I would find you."

I looked into those cold eyes and chattered loudly. //Let me go you sith spawned bastard!//

"I don't think so."

I narrowed my beady little eyes at him and sunk my teeth into the nearest finger I could get. I heard the grunt that accompanied it, but the grip got even tighter as he shook me to get his finger free.

I became so nauseated that I promptly presented him with my nutribar lunch all over his fingers. That did the trick.

His grip loosened enough that I could get free, and get free I did. I leapt at him, and with my tiny claws bared, I scrabbled up his shirt to leave my mark on the left side of his face. I stopped briefly on top of his head to relieve myself, then jumped off and landed squarely on the ground.

I dashed off, running for my life with that rat on my stubby tail.

I heard someone call him off and was relieved when his footsteps changed direction. I ran behind some shrubbery to catch my breath.

"Little gawan?"

I looked up and there was my Master Jedi and Padawan Jedi standing in front of me.

//There you two are! I have been looking everywhere for you!// I tried to act and sound scolding, but my relief got the better of me as I toppled over and began to cry little tears.

I felt myself being picked up. "You are safe now." I was placed in a pocket of my Master Jedi's robe. "We'll get you home."

I gave a weak nod, even though it couldn't be seen. I was in a dark, warm, and very safe place.

Later that evening, after I was bathed and carefully dried. My cage was the only place I wanted to be. I ran on my wodent wheel and nibbled on a nutribar.

//So, any ideas for a name yet?// I glanced at my Master Jedi.

"How about Bearclaw?"

//Sounds like a pastry.// My little rodent nose wrinkled. //Speaking of which, got any pastries?//

The Padawan Jedi got up and dropped a bit of a pastry in my cage for me. "What about Kieran?"

I looked at the Padawan Jedi. //Not bad. It's not a cutesy name. Very normal sounding. I like it.//

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