Twitch the Heracross

I felt a quiet warmth spread through my plush body, easing into my arms and feet. Realizing I could move, I carefully shifted forward on the cool floor tiles. Right above me hung the soft edge of a quilted blanket. I gently lifted one claw and nudged the heavy stitched fabric, feeling its firm, cozy texture sway slightly against my horn. It feels wonderfully peaceful here, and I am glad to greet this quiet little corner.