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Founders of the new warren; Join our band of rabbits, as we are starting a new home
Topic Started: Jul 12 2011, 10:35:57 AM (9,495 Views)
Hrair thlay
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Gray sighed as she finished examining it, listening to her talking for a bit before responding, "Thanks for the advice, I believe I should go get some rest now, I can rest just a little bit easier knowing there isn't anything wrong with my wound." he said before hopping over to the entrance to the warren and going inside, finding a nice place to sleep before drifting to sleep.

When he woke up he stood up and stretched his somewhat stiff limbs, he hadn't had a sleep that good in quite a while and he could feel it quite clearly too, he could hear sounds of digging, only one rabbit likely, he'd maybe help a little later if whoever it was wanted some help, they'd all have to dig eventually, or most of them anyway.

He walked outside the warren, starting to silflay when he heard a rabbit talking, curious he moved to the side of the tree they were at, stopping his silflaying for a moment to comment, noticing the rabbit standing guard duty, probably the only one he hadn't gotten introduced to yet, "I could take guard duty, you look like you could use some rest."
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(OKAY GUYS. I missed a ton so I'm gonna try and catch up.)
(The next wall of text is going to be her catching up with the times, if you guys don't wanna read my amazing execution of rhetoric, well FINE, YOUR LOSS xP I'll include a TL;DR [meaning "too long; didn't read"])


Cayenne.
Was going.
Bazonkers.

Having been one of the original "founders" of this little hole in the ground that was now teeming with rabbits looking for a place in the world and attempting to expand the burrow that she had really only just learned existed. Some were still wounded, some were asleep, some were standing guard, and she was at an absolute loss as to how to react to it all. After aiding in some healing of the quiet ones and attempting to make sure that everyone was settled, she let out an exhausted breath and went down to find a couple of new does that she was sure they hadn't run into at the farm. The burrow was a good deal larger than when she had previously seen it an hour ago, and she was ready to compliment them as well as offer to help. when it seemed that the largest doe and her buck friend got into an argument. She shrunk back.

Amidst the turmoil and confusion of the dank lightlessness beneath ground, she scanned her surroundings for a familiar face. Runt was seen off in the corner, more than likely chatting up some does, she thought with a smirk. Runt didn't look exactly pleased, but when was he ever? Sage and Fireweed were accounted for as well, Rowan... well she had seen him up on top. Her heart shimmered and sank a little as she thought of him standing lonely and wounded in the night, but the thought of going up to speak to him after her pathetic little attempt to compliment him earlier out on the field... Frith-rah, she was embarrassed. She couldn't go looking for him now.
One last look, and she sat up in alarm, about to call out "Has anyone seen Arvens?" momentarily forgetting that...
Oh yeah.
Arvens was dead.
That hawk had killed him.
And the image of seeing him being carried across the sky--probably still alive and looking down at the earth one final time before being ripped apart. Cayenne put a paw over her mouth to prevent any noise from escaping, and she sat back, dumbstruck--one completely still stronghold pinned to the earth as the rest of the world continued to race past her.
She'd only been here two days, and already she was changing in ways unimaginable.
Finding the ponderings of the earth almost a sickening thing to have to confront, she curled in on herself, trying not to be a bother to the doe called Indi beside her or Gooseberry off in her corner--and she allowed herself to fall asleep, only just no realizing how tired she was.

(TL;DR: "I'm Cayenne, I'm stressed because I'm gonna worry about all the other rabbits here, and oh yeah I'm sad because I watched Arvens die earlier on, and I'm embarrassed because I always look stupid in front of Rowan, I'm so worthless whaaahaaahaa")


Fireweed was absolutely unenthusiastic about being so close to these other rabbits. They all stank of hlessil and were loud, talking over one another, concerning the most inane topics. She had to keep herself from relieving the stress the way she was so used to--the way she had earlier to that runt of a doe that she wished could have just died and saved her all the trouble of adding her into her plan.
Ah, yes. Her plan.
As she sat their looking at all of these pathetic, lost, ugly mugs of new rabbits trying to claim land that was rightfully hers, it became clear to her that the original plan was no good anymore. Too many does, too many pheromones, hers would only get lost in the mix. Pity. She was about a hop and a wink away from getting past step one of the one.
Pulling back with a hint of disgust as the new buck--Zorn, he'd been called--brushed past her, she made a gruff attempt to laugh off the display of disgust and mutter something about how nice the burrow was looking before stealing back and into a corner.
First things first, there was certain evidence she'd have to get rid of, she thought, turning her mind back to the objective. Amnesia was convenient, but she knew it wouldn't last forever--especially not with the freak of a healer lurking about. That, and a couple of the other pain-in-the-ass does they had stumbled into would have to be the first thing she would deal with.
Fireweed knew that with the bat of her eyelashes, innocent cries for help, and quick-witted lies she thrived on, nothing was too far out of her reach.
Smiling inwardly, Fireweed, too, slipped into a deviously peaceful slumber, her face a smoldering picture of beauty to all her passed her by as she dreamed.

(TL;DR: Fireweed's a bitch.)

Sage was tired as she made her way back into the burrow. Full of rabbits now, she whispered little tiny hellos and introductions as she passed all of the new faces, trying to remember who was who and where they were going and what they looked like and all things involved in being social. However, she was keeping her eyes peeled for someone in particular. Finding the rather lonesome looking buck in the same spot he'd earlier left her in, she crept up beside him to where he was more than likely very deeply reflecting about something she didn't care about. For a moment, she gave him a hard look, demanding his attention. The two were about the same size--perhaps she was even a tad bit smaller than him, but her look was as fierce as an old chief protecting his family.

After a moment, she said to the buck whether he was listening or not, "You didn't have to run off on your own." Then she realized how harsh that sounded, and she attempted to lighten it up a bit on the seriousness. "I mean... you already enjoyed the experience of being carried off by a hawk once, didn't you? After seeing you today, I don't think you'd be eager to do that again."
Perhaps she wasn't getting her message across right, nothing seemed to express what she wanted to say to this buck.
"It's just..." her face fell to the ground, attempting to put this thought together carefully. "You act like no one here cares about you and what might happen to you... and that's just not the truth, okay?" Satisfied with that sentiment, Sage turned to leave and find her own spot to sleep off the day. After a few hops, she throw one more look over her shoulder. "And don't expect to use me as a headrest tonight, savvy?" She smiled just a tad and, picked a spot right by the run to feel the cold air on her face. Not too long after that, as the burrow began to hush and most seemed to begin to drift into dreams, she too fell asleep.

(TL;DR: Sage and Runt are bros.)

MORNING MORNING MORNING MORNING MORNING
(I'm assuming that it was the next morning that Gooseberry wanted to go for her patrol.)

The rays on sunlight began to stream through the burrow as she stirred, woken by the commotion from the other side of the burrow. That unfamiliar doe was working at the wall of the burrow once more, very willingly it seemed. Remembering how she had lost her nerve the night before, Cayenne shook herself awake and got to her feet, approaching the two other woken does and admiring the progress. "You've done really REALLY fantastically, I can't imagine how cramped this space would be if you all hadn't come along." She looked at them earnestly, sitting between the two. "I don't think we were able to meet last night with all the chaos, but I'm Cayenne. Rowan doesn't seem to have come down yet, but he and I were the first two to really start the idea of this warren." She smiled embarrassedly, realizing that she was talking about things that these two really probably didn't care about, but she felt as though an explanation for her presence was necessary. She sighed inwardly, thinking back to what she'd said and assessing it when suddenly...

It hit her. Rowan had been above ground ALL night? With a wound? He'd never heal if he didn't get any rest--and here she was just letting him go about harming himself as though she didn't even care. Her eyes widedned as she looked around her, hoping to find Rowan's sleeping form but seeing none. This only heightened her anxiety, but she attempted to keep cool and look to the other does for a reply in any case.
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"Thanks!" Hyzen replied jubilantly. "I do love digging, especially when I'm anxious."

Indi smiled and turned to Cayenne. "It's nice to know who we owe the place to stay to," she said. "I'm very pleased we could find it."
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Rowan welcomed a morning light with relieved heart. The night had passed without any attacks: a good start of a day. Then again, the night before yesterday was equally calm and eventless, but they still had lost Arvens and then they had been jumped by a fox. Were they going to experience new tragedies on this day too?

Almost simultaneously with raising sun, a doe came out of burrow. It took Rowan’s sleepy brain a longer moment to remember her name: Gooseberry. When she asked for his permission to go out, he stared at her with appraising air. She seemed like she could handle herself and it always paid to know more about ones surroundings…

“Alright, Gooseberry,” he said finally. “You may go, but take somebody with you. Nobody should be out there alone.”

Then another rabbit approached him. This time his mind wasn’t able to recall the name, though not because of lack of sleep throughout the last night. Rowan gave this buck the same look Gooseberry had received. The idea of rest sounded nice to Rowan’s tired body.

“I guess you’re right. I feel like a bit of sleep could do me some good,” he said with slight smile, before hopping towards entrance to the burrow. He stopped before it and turned to other buck. “Oh, by the way… My name is Rowan.”
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Gray seemed satisfied this buck agreed to let him take over guard duty, he had vaguely considered knocking him out if he didn't, a wound like that wouldn't heal without proper rest, "You certainly look like you could use the sleep, and my name is Inle-Thlay, but just use Gray, much easier to use." he said right after he jumped up onto where Rowan had been just a moment earlier, seeming to get up on the root effortlessly.

He then looked at Gooseberry "And...Gooseberry, was it? He is right, you should take someone else with you, and be wary of Fireweed or whatever that doe was called, she's....strange, I don't know how." he said, pondering for a moment before smiling, he'd probably chuckled too if the concept of that was not unknown to him, "But then again, I'm a little strange too, but stay careful out there, doesn't matter how much you see out there if you don't make it back here to speak of it."

(The reason he could have a strange feeling about Fireweed could maybe be because he visited her warren sometime before or after the argument between her and the chief, considering he's been hlessi his entire life I wouldn't find that strange, alternatively there could be rumors, with a chief rabbit dead a warren is bound to be a chaotic place for a while, some rabbits might have left and spread rumors, stories or whatever else.)
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Cayenne smiled as stiffly as she could, suddenly feeling anxious over the worry for Rowan. Babbling something unintelligible now, she quickly shook out her nerves and "We're really glad you came." Then she turned and began up the run, calling "I have to find someone," back over her shoulder. She didn't want to leave rudely, but such anxiety was something she couldn't handle now that her mind was trained on it.

Stumbling up the run, she was so scared that she may be faced with the sight of Rowan collapsed and dead from exhaustion that she had trouble stopping herself from tumbling up the run. With a faceful of someone's fur, she jumped, startled, and backed up, searching wildly still. She was met with a very tired looking Rowan, seeming to be just starting down the run. "Oh, ah... I came to find you... I mean, to figure out if you were... uh, I mean, because you're injured and you..." she sighed, calming herself. Rowan wasn't dead--although she had once more succeeded in making herself look like an idiot in front of him. She dropped her gaze in a deep moment of thought before looking back to him, cutting him off from whatever he was about to say with a concerned: "Are you okay?"

(Hrlay: That's a totally fantastic idea. :3 If you would want to figure out and establish that idea, would you want to discuss it over private messages? I think I have an idea as to how we could make such a backstory work. :D I've been in need of a character with a tip off-- lucky you came around. ^_^)
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Rowan nodded to Gray and was just starting down the run, when somebody jumped into him almost knocking him over. He felt a twinge of pain in his injured forepaw. It hadn’t had enough time to heal completely and this little accident hadn’t exactly helped to improve its state. Rowan looked up angrily at rabbit, who run into him and recognized it was Cayenne.

“Well… Hello there, Cayenne,” he said, his anger disappearing instantly. Despite circumstances, he was happy to see her. “I say you’ve just found me. I’m alright. I was just going down to get some sleep, since Gray took over guard d…” He paused, as his ears were detecting sounds of some activity further down the run. It was unmistakable: somebody was digging.

“Oh, I see you’ve already started the work on enlarging the warren,” he smiled. The sooner they get everybody to dig, the sooner they will have a proper and comfortable home. Maybe then they will be able to actually enjoy this place. “So where do I dig?” he asked Cayenne, eager to help, forgetting about what he had said merely a moment ago about getting some shut-eye.
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Hyzen continued digging, having built out into a good, decent run. "Now it's good for burrows," she insisted, turning. "Indi-rah, how 'bout you start for that?"

The brown pointed sable doe complied, beginning to make a good big burrow. "Hyzen, I do think you ought not call me 'rah' anymore. We are in a warren - no chief yet, though. Who do you suppose he'll be?" she added curiously.

"Well, I should hope it'd be someone fair and very considerate of the does' feelings," she replied, her eyes clouding. She was thinking about that past she refused to speak of. However, she pushed it off, going back to digging. "Right. So not Zornroo! Maybe that Grey fellow? He seemed nice enough. I don't know though! Wonder who it might be!"
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Gooseberry made sure to shout her thanks after Rowan's retreating back. "I'll certainly try," she stated to Gray. "I was the fastest doe in my old place, I'm pretty confident about being able to outrun a fox, though my injury might slow me down"
She raised her voice back to the warren. "Is there anyone who wants to check the lay of the land with me? Only a short run, we'll be back by midday." She chuckled disdainfully. "Oh, believe me, I'm always weary of that Fireweed."

Suddenly, she began to feel the way she had last night again. Light and shaky, like a fragile leaf in a strong breeze. She clutched her head and sighed. The sooner she went running the better.
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Gray took a few moments to get comfortable on the root he was on while Gooseberry talked, when she finished he glanced around, he couldn't see all that far from this position, but it was far enough and the root carried sounds with it, a pretty decent spot he thought, he looked to Goosebery and smiled, "Well I hope you wont have to outrun one of those embleer homba, and it is good to know I'm not the only one having my doubts, that Fireweed doe just seems oddly familiar to me, something about her scent..." he trailed off, trying to remember where he'd felt the scent before, though he couldn't quite recall where.
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At Rowan's question, Cayenne gave her warmest and most convincing smile she could and said, "Absolutely nowhere. You're going to sleep immediately, Rowan. This warren will fall to pieces if you have a stroke from exhaustion, so please do us all a favor and get some rest, all right?"
To further her point, she leaned forward and gently nudged him towards the run with the crown of her head, with a warm kind of care radiating off of her.

At the sound of Gooseberry's voice coming in waves down into the burrow, a small brown head popped into sight with a wide-eyed, determine look. "Lay of the land? How lovely, mind if I join? Might as well get some clue as to where in the world I am in order to start rebuilding whatever memory it is that I've lost." She shamelessly stepped out onto the ground and stood beside the other doe, obviously reacting to her forthrightness. "Ah, yes, sorry, don't believe we've met. I'm Sage--I think I'm troublesome, but I really don't know at this point. And you are?"
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"Oh," Gooseberry said, appeased. "Nice to meet you Sage. If you are troublesome, then I'd say we're two of a kind." She smiled in a friendly way."
She turned momentarily to Gray. "She sends shivers down my spine. I can't help but feel extremely uncomfortable around her. You seem intuitive. If you get any brainwaves, let me know, won't you?"

"Okay, Sage? Ready to go fast?" she gushed excitedly. It felt so lovely to have the wind around her ears and the fresh air hugging her frame, she almost began to feel normal again. "I've been around these parts, well, to the east, so perhaps we shall go west?"
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Rowan was irritated that Cayenne was treating him like a kitten. He had been an Owsla officer in his old warren and he hadn’t been given that position for nothing. He could surely do some physical work despite not sleeping during last night. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“I’m just a little sleepy, not half-dead with exhaustion!” Rowan said abruptly, his ears going up and his body tensing, as if he was preparing for a fight. As soon as those angry words left his mouth, he regretted them. Cayenne’s concern for him was well-meant and she absolutely didn’t deserve this kind of behavior from him.

“I’m sorry, Cayenne. I shouldn’t have yelled at you,” he said guiltily. Now his ears were lying against his back and he was looking at the ground, too ashamed by his own outburst to look her in the eyes. Standing like that he resembled a rude kitten, who was awaiting a just punishment for misbehaving.
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At the sound of Rowan's harsh words, Cayenne froze in her nudge, feeling his body go rigid against the top of her head. All at once, a realization hit her--this show of softness had been received with just as much willingness as Fireweed's earlier mooning over him had been. Her brilliant blue eyes widened as the thought hit her all at once; He doesn't like affection. She lifted her head to look back at him as he shrunk once more, offering apology, and for a moment, she considered melting as well in apology for her own informality, but something about this revelation gave her solace, and the strong voice that had filled her yesterday beside the farm surfaced once more.

"Why don't you start digging once the does who are working at it now take a break?" Her face was entirely reasonable and caring, as though she herself were adopting the role of a mother. "But sleep until then? We might find a happy medium in there." She sat back down and looked to where Gray sat, hoping not to receive another lash-out from the ever-unpredictable Rowan.

At the talk of the suspicious doe, Sage couldn't help but they were assume they were talking about Fireweed. She couldn't disagree that Fireweed wasn't the friendliest of characters, but she chose to reserve her judgment and keep any comments to herself. Smiling, Sage couldn't help but feel the day brightened as it fed off of Gooseberry's excitement. "The west sounds fantastic. Love the west, we may very well find a pack of hombil to fight off if we're ready. Should be a great start to the day." She stretched her paws out in front of her and said, "I'm ready when you are!"

[[Oh boy howdy, what's in the west? Is there a plan in the making? I do love a good plan :D]]
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"Sounds great. It would be an exciting venture for our little run to turn into," Gooseberry laughed. "Alright, off we go!" She started to run just faster than a jog..

(hm....the west...what could be in the west? What about a vicious bunch of hares and these two get kidnapped? :0 Oh wow, the morning really does strange things to my head....)
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