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What TMA characters do you think would be as an animal? Here's a few of mine! Only just started S4 BTW so opinions may change. Also some of these I based of what the animal represents or their tendencies.

Jon - Moth vibes, dragon fly, fox, panther

Martin - maybe a fox due to appearances. Possibly Cow. Golden retriever personality S1, ooh or an Ainu maybe an artic wolf? Maybe a bear?

Tim - ferret, racoon, lizard, cool animals

Sasha - Mimic Octopus and blue jay for reasons... But yea maybe something mousey or like an owl especially for s1?

Melanie - Pygmy Goat, ram idk she just kinda guves that vibe. Like look at them and then look at her. Same thing.

Basira - crow/raven aka a corvid bcs she's smart

Daisy - wolf, Black-footed cat, other types of hunters

Elias - snake (obvi), jackal, eagle, owl, agree with the horned owl

Peter Lukas - polar bear agree with that, squid/octopus, Kelpie (not real but oh well)

Mike - birds. Idk which just birds. Preferably blue or white. Maybe the Impundulu or Alpine Chough. A goat/ram bcs thunder. Marten. Snow lepord

Michael - Adax, box jellyfish, sea slug, lilac breasted roller

Helen - butterfly, Livingstone's Cichlids, Orchid mantis

Georgie - fluffy cat! Bat, raven, Moth, black swan

Gerry - axolotl, bearded dragon, bat, again cool animals

Trevor - bear, wolf, hawk

Julia - hare, black ram, wolf

Nikola - coyote, cuttlefish, Angler Fish, vampire squid and yknow what screaching owl

Breekon & Hope - margay, rams, bulls, parrot, gorrila, tiger

Danny (Stoker) - honey badger

Any other ideas? Even if it's just one or two give it a whirl ❤️

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St Ives - Chapter 2

Chapter One (HERE)

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Storybrooke’s only vet, Helen Alderson, was used to receiving calls from panicked animal owners at all hours, but the call that came on the dot of eight o’clock that morning was unusual in more ways than one. Firstly, the voice on the other end of the line was calm and precise, and secondly it belonged to Mr Gold; who didn’t own a pet of any kind.

When the soft Scottish accent had greeted her, Helen had had a crazy moment of panic and blurted out; “But I paid the rent! In full!”

She’d just caught the small huff before Mr Gold had explained that it was her professional services he required. She couldn’t help wondering how he had come by four cats. There were outlandish stories of him taking all manner of valuable things from people who made deals with him, but they were just rumours; weren’t they?

Under normal circumstances she only did house calls for farm animals and the horses at the local stable. Mr Gold, however, wasn’t the sort of person you said no to, and she was curious about his house. As far as she knew the only people who regularly went inside the pink Victorian were Mr Gold’s housekeeper, Mrs Potts, and his righthand man, the giant Dove. Both were tight-lipped and kept their employer’s secrecy as closely as the man himself did.

Helen tended to the animals under her care as she gathered up the things she would need to check on a cat and kittens. It meant unpacking her Gladstone bag entirely and repacking it again. Cats needed very different items to cows or sheep. The whole process was hindered by Crispy the parrot who was in a nuisance mood this morning and keep dipping into her bag and pulling things out.

“Crispy! Put that back! I don’t want to keep Mr Gold waiting.”

The parrot dropped the flea treatment and squawked; “Arm and a leg!”

Helen sighed. Crispy had been bequeathed to her when Mr Teach passed away. The old man had trained the parrot to call Mr Gold all manner of names. ‘Arm and a leg’[ was one of his politer phrases. There were still rumours that the reason behind the verbal assault from the bird was because of some deal gone bad. She didn’t give much credit to that idea these days.

Helen had been mortified the first time Mr Gold came to collect the rent after Crispy moved in with her. The wayward parrot had greeted Mr Gold with a string of foul names. She’d been convinced that she was about to be evicted, or at least get a few snide comments from the landlord, but he’d laughed. Crispy flew across the room to perch on Mr Gold’s shoulder and take the seedless grapes that were offered. Apparently Mr Gold carried parrot friendly snacks in the pockets of his immaculate suit.

“Good morning Crispy. You’re going to have to watch that beak of yours now you’re living with a lady.”

Crispy had snorted and given Mr Gold’s finger an affectionate nip before flying off to get into trouble elsewhere. Mr Gold hadn’t been inclined to explain his surprising relationship with the parrot and Helen had been too shaken to ask. That day had changed Helen’s view on the feared landlord, early morning panics aside.

Her Gladstone finally packed correctly she double checked the practice and nodded to herself.

“Right Crispy I won’t be long. Don’t answer the phone and don’t tease Smaug!”

Crispy gave an evil chuckle. Helen sighed. The town was used to Crispy taking their calls these days, and Mrs Took’s iguana could give as good as she got.

“You wouldn’t have become a vet if you wanted a quiet life.”

 Gold rubbed the back of his neck and rolled his shoulders. He’d slept on the floor of his closet for about an hour last night and that was far too long according to his aching bones. Mama and the kittens hadn’t been disturbed when he staggered to his bed, although Mama’s ears had perked up at some of his more dramatic moans and groans.

Dr Alderson arrived just before nine and was all business. Gold did notice her glancing around as he led her upstairs, but she kept her curiosity to a minimum, so he didn’t comment. He imagined she was feeling a touch uncomfortable, he certainly was. Aside from Dove and Mrs Potts he didn’t like people in his house, but he didn’t have the means to move Mama to the vets, so he was going to have to cope.

“Okay, let’s see who we have here.”

Dr Alderson snapped on some gloves and knelt down next to Mama’s drawer. Gold tried to stay out of her light but couldn’t stop himself from hovering around to keep an eye on things.

“When did you find her?”

“Last night. I think she made use of the old cat flap in the back door.”

The vet hummed in response as she checked Mama’s ears and eyes; “She’d well cared for, not a stray, but I don’t recognize her. The good news is she doesn’t have fleas.”

Gold blinked he’d not even considered that. He casted an eye over all of his suits and shirts, if Mama had been harbouring little passengers then he would have had to fumigate his whole closet.

“That’s a relief. And the kittens?”

“No fleas either, and they are looking good,” – Dr Alderson petted Mama, - “You’ve done very well there, Mama.”

Gold smiled as Mama purred at the compliment; “I fed her some chicken, but I’ll need a list of necessaries for her and the kittens, if you would be so kind.”

She hummed and the device in her hand beeped; “Oh good. I don’t think you’ll be needing much, Mr Gold. She has an owner.”

Gold’s stomach lurched. He’d figured that Mama was a stray and that she and the kittens would be staying with him. A surge of anger at the irresponsible owner washed through him. What sort of person let a pregnant cat roam the streets?

Dr Alderson whistled through her teeth; “She’s a long way from home.”

She turned the chip scanner towards Gold. Apparently, Mama’s real name was Minty, which struck him as bizarre for a cat. He frowned as he read the address.

“But that’s forty miles away.”

“You might be needing those supplies, Mr Gold, this looks like a deliberate dump job. I’ll try and contact the owner just in case, but I’d say there’s a good chance you’re a cat daddy now.”

His nose wrinkled at her silly term, but he couldn’t quite keep the smile from his face. Whoever this B. French was they were a fool to have thrown Mama away.

 Half an hour ago Belle French wouldn’t have believed she could feel so angry. She’d returned from a week-long library conference, happy because she’d managed to catch an earlier flight, only to hurry into her flat to find her fiancé shagging another woman on the living room rug.

There had been screaming, shouting, a hasty half-dressed exit by the other woman, more shouting and finally her engagement ring flying across the room and bouncing sadly off Gaston’s overly muscled pecs.

All that anger had been hot, fiery and instant, it was nothing compared to the cold fury that ran through her when she tried to call Minty.

“Gaston. Where is my cat?”

Her now very ex-fiance shuffled his feet; “I went hunting with the guys, this little place called Storybrooke, has fantastic deer in the woods,” – Belle glared at him, - “Ah yeah well, the damn cat snuck into the truck and jumped out when we got there. She just bolted I couldn’t catch her.”

Belle advanced slowly across the room. Gaston gulped and backed up until his back hit the wall. Belle barely reached his shoulder, but he cringed away from her when she said; “You couldn’t catch a heavily pregnant cat? You lying bastard.”

She turned on her heel and grabbed the bag she thrown the essentials into as they had argued.

“I’ll send someone for the rest of my stuff.”

Gaston pulled a smile onto his face and held his hands out to her; “Come on babe, you’re not leaving me over a tiny little slip up.”

Belle slammed the door on her way out. Gaston sagged; “Guess she is. Oh well.”

 Belle sat in her car and slapped the steering wheel. She driven away from that rat bastard and parked up a few streets away. She needed to calm down before she made the drive to Storybrooke to see if she could find Minty. She refused to cry over his cheating arse. If she was honest with herself she’d had some suspicions about his faithfulness for a while now, but she’d put it down to her own pre-wedding jitters.

She threw her head back and groaned at the thought of explaining to family and friends that the wedding was cancelled. That was going to be fun. At least Dad would be on her side, especially after what Gaston had done to Minty.

Her phone started ringing, but she ignored it. She wasn’t going to listen to whatever pathetic excuses Gaston had managed to come up with. Without looking she switched the phone off and took a deep breath.

“I’m going to find you Minty.”