Mouse Database

This highly esteemed author is well-known by mice all across the land and his name has become synonymous with murine folklore and fairy tales. There is scarcely a mouse anywhere that couldn't name at least a few of his most famous works including: "The Princess and the Olive", "The Ice Regent", "Pinkielina", and "The Ugly Mouseling". It is no surprise therefore that he was the first one recruited by the Mythweaver to assist in his dastardly plot to rewrite Gnawnian history.

Hunt in this location: King's Gauntlet
Bait: Gouda Cheese, Brie Cheese

Slow and stiff in the joints, these inherited puppets spend most of their days doing menial chores for their Master. Hapless Marionettes live painful lives, avoiding the company of other puppets due to their rough construction and the random carvings of passing hunters. If one comes near, beware its broom-- that’s the one thing it knows how to wield accurately.

Hunt in this location: Pinnacle Chamber
Bait: Brie Cheese

These old mice refuse to side with the Furoma forces and reject the twisted agenda of the Dojo Masters. Often pushed around and the target of jokes, these oppressed mice are forced to do the bidding of their masters. Often far too weak to pose any challenge to an experienced hunter, these mice offer very little reward.

Hunt in this location: Bristle Woods Rift > Acolyte Chamber,Frozen Alcove,Hidden Treasury,Ingress Chamber,Lucky Tower,Pursuer Mousoleum,Runic Laboratory
Bait: Runic String Cheese

Feared are the harbingers for they approach without warning, say nothing, and leave silently as your world fades to black. The first sight of a harbinger will most likely be your last!

Note: This mouse can only be attracted and found during Spring Egg Hunt event.
Note: This mouse can only be attracted and caught during the Spring_egg_hunt event.

Rain.

It never seemed to be sunny-side up in Gnawnia.  At least, not whenever I was working a case.  This one was a doozie but I knew I was close to cracking it.

Like everything else in this crazy world, it all came down to a doe.  Easy enough on the eyes, I suppose, but when you're talking about eyes, you have to be careful.  This doe had crazy eyes, and a crazy plan hatching behind them.

Situations like this never go over-easy. See, she'd gotten ahold of the last free Golden Egg in Gnawnia, and wired up this crazy contraption to it.

"A scrambler, get it?" she asked, eyes rolling.  And then she laughed.  That laugh.  Like loose nails rattling around in a jar.  Or on reflection, loose screws.

Her plan as I figured it, was to scramble up all the Eggscavators in the land and throw mice and hunters alike into wild confusion.  Her motivation, however, was about as clear as runny yolk.

I had tracked her through Gnawnia's back alleys, from Cheese Bars to Mad Scientist Surplus Shoppes, and finally cornered her here.  Still, she didn't seem upset.  More pleased, actually.  Perhaps at the opportunity to show off.

"I'm going to Scramble everything, do you understand?  Everything! Ah ha ha ha ha!"  That laugh again.

"Look, sister," I said, stepping carefully closer.  "I know you think you have a job to do, but I do too.  I'm here to bring you in, and you can come peacefully with me, or well, I know there's a few hunters around looking for you too, and you're gonna get poached if you're not careful."

At the mention of hunters, she flinched visibly. Her shell was crumbling, but breaking her so close to the frying pan was risky.  I decided to take it easier on her.  "If you hand over the device and come along quietly, we can put you in the Hunter Protection Program.  You'll get a new name, a new house, a new job..."

"No!" she cried.  "No new job!  Science, mad science forever!"  Then she pulled another strange-looking device from inside her tinfoil jacket, thumbed a button on top, and threw it at me.  I ducked, there was a bright flash, and when I looked again, she was gone.

As my vision recovered, I noticed a trail of oil, nuts, and bolts leading away. My keen detective sense told me she'd gone that way, so I decided to follow.

She couldn't escape me for long.

Hunt in this location: Fort Rox > Day
Bait: Gouda Cheese

Looking to make the most of the Fort Rox fortune, he leaves no stone unturned. Busting his rump, this overburdened mouse packs his bags chock-full of meteorite before hauling them out.

"Just... one... more!"

Note: This mouse can only be attracted and found during Spring Egg Hunt event.
Note: This mouse can only be attracted and caught during the Spring_egg_hunt event.

While he's known as Hare Razer to his minions, he likes to refer to himself as Mr. Fluffy. This is likely to be one of the most insane mice you'll ever meet (most figure it's due to his diet consisting almost entirely of chemically treated candies), however during his rare bouts of lucidity, he manages to run a very effective cartel, smuggling prized hunter items out in tiny and delicious chocolate eggs.

Hunt in this location: Lagoon
Bait: Wicked Gnarly Cheese, Gnarled Cheese

Hunter's lore describes these mice as a curse, bringing bad luck and fruitless hunts. Hunters lament at the eerie caw of a Harpy mouse descending from the clouds, knowing that escape is impossible. Harpy mice exist to torture MouseHunters by constantly stealing their cheese and raiding their supplies. Their swift wings bring a dark plague of frustration to any hunter unfortunate enough to encounter them.

Hunt in this location: Seasonal Garden > Fall season
Bait: Gouda Cheese

Despite its colorful cloak of autumn leaves, and charming hat made of a mini-pumpkin top, this mouse is a master of evasion. The Harvest Harrier's job is to remain invisible, in order to spring as many traps and rob as many traps as possible, and it takes this duty seriously. Catch a glimpse of it in the pumpkin patch, and it turns into just another gourd, quick as a blink. Spot it in a leaf pile, and, well, good luck finding it again.

Hunt in this location: Seasonal Garden > Fall season
Bait: Gouda Cheese
Note: Catching this mouse using Sandcastle Shard Trap fills the Tower Amplifier to max.

The Harvester Mouse expresses the dominant traits of fall: plant death and hibernation. Although its primary concern is the changing of the seasons, it uses its powers of hibernation against hunters and traps without hesitation, putting them both into a deep sleep which lasts until spring.

Beware the Harvester Mouse's sleep spell! With a single, mismeasured blast, hunters have fallen asleep in their youth and awakened with wrinkled faces.