”Success is something garnered from failure. Without failing once, you can’t succeed. Hence why I have very little fur left on my paws. I tend to fail a little more than once.”

Name: Flint of Rushhaven

Rank: Watcher. Not that he would want to climb higher- chemistry is much harder to do when one is also taking on a leadership role.

Appearance: Flint is a very average-looking brown mouse, although his choice of fashion is very much not average.

He wears moleish digging goggles designed to keep dirt out of a mole’s face and eyes whilst they are burrowing into the ground. Whilst modified somewhat to fit his face, they are invaluable when he is creating a mixture, or when he is using the mixture in the heat of battle. Apart from this, he wears a simple pair of thick, farmer’s trousers, a white (or, as white as he can get it,) overcoat, and two shirts.

His paws have very little fur left on them thanks to his experiments, although one is unlikely to see this anymore thanks to his tendency of wearing gloves nowadays, and his whiskers are kept shorter than most mice have them, in order to not interfere with his work.

His mount- a bombardier beetle with a slightly shiny black shell, has a saddle near the head of it. This saddle also includes two large bags that hang down between the creature’s legs. The bags themselves are stuffed with down from various birds and have thin partitions between them, in order to carry reactants.