#rabbitofthesight

❝ fiver? fiver, are you here? ❞

hazel hopped about the warren, searching for his brother. inlé was fast approaching and he didn't want to be the only rabbit left outside when it arrived, he had to find fiver and soon. ❝ fiver? where is he? it's getting dark. fiver! ❞

as he hopped, he recalled a conversation he'd had with a doe called thistle. she had asked him how he could stand to have a rusati, a brother, like fiver. hazel hadn't been prepared for the question and had answered simply, ❝ he's all i have left, ❞ before loping away.

Brutus sat next to a particularly large rabbit with spots, a fearsome beast to be sure. they had never gotten into it but Brutus managed to convince this ' BigWig' fellow that he was a friend of Fiver.

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Mr. Ages had made a series of bad decisions. least among them was listening to Johnathan and going out to pick herbs when he knew there was a possibility of a blizzard. he thought he could get out early and beat the storm but it came suddenly upon him. now he was hobbled up in some godforsaken thorn bush.

the old mouse let out a startled squeak when he heard rustling in the bush and saw a large object. all he had to defend himself was a walking stick and his front teeth. he tried to steel himself before he called out " Who goes there? ", stepping into the dim light. he saw it was that peculiar rabbit he met last spring. " Oh... uhn... Mr. Fiver. "

          𝐀𝐂𝐄 had grown comfortable with the smaller creature. Friend still seemed like the wrong word. How could a dog be friends with a rabbit any way? Blasphemous. Still the shepherd had done wrong today before their meeting. Broken into the garden and pulled out a very plump radish for his . . . acquaintance. He hoped the humans would not notice one gone. There were cabbages ready to be harvested as well, but that would get him in big trouble if they went missing.

      【 ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ sᴍᴀʟʟ】

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The glow of summer was at its peak. Frith shone down brightly, casing away the clouds that had swamped the down in rain as of late. The smell of fresh blooms perfumed the air promising a heaping bounty at silflay, and the breeze offered a nice respite from the unyielding rays of the midday sun.

It was at times like this Bluebell enjoyed sitting over at the edge of the hill, overlooking the vast landscape beyond. He had a tendency to mutter to himself as he did, thinking of new ways to describe the scenes before him for his stories. The environment always provided the most wonderful inspiration. Lately though, it had inspired a new interest for him. One that required him to leave the down for a while and head down the hill towards the thickets and the river. And while normally he went with Blackberry, the other buck was preoccupied today and that meant Bluebell would have to go alone.

“Man has the power to shape the world. Here, I have that power.”

A very cold side-eye, before he adds,