Black Cheese Cookie stood as a solitary sentinel. Their wide eyes swept back and forth, their paws planted firmly on the ground. This was their post, even if Burnt Cheese Cookie hadn't explicitly given them the go-ahead. They were practicing! They were protecting!

A soft rustle from the shadows announced someone's arrival. Black Cheese Cookie’s ears perked up, and their pupils narrowed, focusing on the newcomer. They straightened their posture, trying to appear as imposing as possible, puffing out their chest just a little.

“Halt!” Black Cheese Cookie’s voice was a bit higher pitched than they intended. They brandished their crook a little, the bell giving a slightly more aggressive jingle. “Who goes there? This… this is a restricted area!” They paused, remembering their training, or at least, what they saw Burnt Cheese Cookie doing before. “Unless… unless you have official business. And even then, you probably need to see… uh… me. Because I’m guarding the gates. Yes. Very important guarding.”