WAR | Activities and Prompts

[Andromeda]

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[Andromeda]

Snow-Rah's ears raised in alarm as the thudding of his patrols' large hind feet echoed loudly. He raced from his resting place at the entrance of the warren and appeared only as a brownish blur streaking through the tall green grass. As he approached though, his friends didn't seem panicked, in fact their hearts beat fast with eagerness, not fear.

"W-..what's this?" Snow spoke, his tone authoritative yet hinted with confusion. Mouse turned to greet his chief and Snow saw excitement glittering in his eyes. "The Emissary!" squeaked the palomino buck, "He's here! He's in Silver Shores!"

Snow's eyes widened and he rushed forward to join Blackberry, who was chattering his whiskers off to the...chipmunk? A million animals flashed through Snow's mind as to who the emissary could be and a chipmunk certainly wasn't among them. The buck cleared his throat and looked down to the small striped creature, smiling warmly in greeting despite his suspicions. "Welcome to Silver Shores, Emissary!" he announced, glancing to Blackberry who could hardly contain his pride. The chipmunk grinned defiantly, somehow sensing Snow's unease.

His whiskers twitched anxiously as he beckoned for the chipmunk to follow him back to the warren. The small creature playfully darted under the rabbits as they ran back, his tiny legs skittering quicker than the eye could see. Blackberry and Mouse hung behind, whispering enthusiastically and Snow felt foolish for being the only one to question this newcomer. Once they'd returned to the warren, there was no stopping the hoard of rabbits gathering around the chipmunk, only elevating his ego more. He repeatedly introduced himself as the Emissary of Frith and Snow simply rolled his eyes and hopped over to his seer, a cream colored doe with toasted brown paws and ear-tips.

"Maple...you didn't tell me the Emissary would be visiting us." The doe looked to him in bewilderment, her jaw slightly ajar, "Well excuse me! I didn't see this event occurring, you know I wouldn't told you.." Her mouth closed again and she looked to the crowd gathered around the chipmunk, irritation hooding her silvery eyes. The rah suddenly felt a pang of guilt and he pushed his nose against her ear, "Sorry...I know you would've said something if you'd seen it."

He still couldn't help but feel unease, even later when he invited the chipmunk to stay in their warren. Of course, his decision was highly pressured by the rest of the colony as well as his own knowledge of the lore. Those warrens whom allow the Emissary of Frith to stay with them shall receive great luck. It was a tale everyone knew, and Snow was aware more than anyone that denying shelter to even a possible Emissary would look bad. Down in the main chamber of the maze of tunnels that made up the Silver Shores Warren, Snow could hear nearly every rabbit chittering and laughing and story-telling while the high pitched chirps of the chipmunk echoed in his ears.

Maple would soon enter his chamber and settle beside him. "It could be worse," she shrugged, "At least he's just a little chipmunk, not like he could do much harm and he certainly doesn't eat much."

"I know.." admitted the rah, glancing sideways to his seer, "It just seems so unreal, I mean a chipmunk of all creatures, hanging the sun??" Disbelief heavily lined his tone, though Maple was right there to reassure him. "Well, couldn't hurt to at least harbor him, just in case," she winked, to which Snow-Rah slowly nodded in reluctant agreement.

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[Andromeda]

It was a gorgeous morning, fresh dew blanketed the long grasses of Silver Shores and the rising sun colored the sky all sorts of pastel blues, purples, and pinks. Snow-Rah emerged from the burrow, nose twitching in the warming spring air, already sensing for any wandering Elil nearby. He relaxed however, scenting and hearing no danger, and tipped his long black ears forward before exiting the den and pushing down the hill towards the river. He was followed by Mouse and Larch, their similar palomino pelts gleaming in the morning sunlight.

They quietly raced down the hill, over another, and down that one before reaching the stream bed. Spring rains and melting snow had forced the water level up the banks, though luckily the wild clover and sow thistle had adapted to it and had spread their seeds and leaves further up the hill. The rabbits first stopped at the edge of the slow moving water and took a long drink before turning and rooting through the thick foliage.

"Got a bit of thistle here," came the gruff voice of Larch as he began snipping the leaves off at their base and carrying them gingerly between his teeth. "I- eadin' 'ack to da warren," he announced, his speech muffled by the plants in his jaws. Snow-Rah nodded and the buck ran off.

"Mouse," Snow stated, looking to the smaller rabbit, "Mouse what have ya got there?" The tannish buck had been snipping, clipping, and digging for awhile now.

"Fennel, Snow-Rah!" Excitement flooded his tone as he continued digging and pulling at the stringy stems protruding from the ground. "Fennel?" the rah questioned, hopping forward to join his friend, eyes widening in pride at the great find the smaller rabbit had made. He helped him dig up the large white root, the scent of dirt and cut greens making his mouth water. "We should get this back the warren as soon as possible!" he chirped, filling his mouth with clover so Mouse could claim his prize and show it off once they returned home.

And so the rabbits began the trek back up the hill, their mouths full with flora to feed the warren. The sun was rising higher in the sky now, warming their backs as they moved. There was no sign of Larch ahead, though he was the warren's quickest rabbit, it wouldn't surprise Snow-Rah for one second if he'd simply run as fast as he could and beaten them back by quite a distance.

They finally reached the warren, greeted by Bullfrog and Maple who looked just as excited to see the fennel as Mouse had been when finding it. "Let me help ya with that!" chirped Maple, taking some of the clover from Snow's jaws while Bullfrog helped bring the fennel root down into the burrows.

"Quite the successful trip, yea?" smiled Maple, her honey colored fur ruffled slightly in a warm breeze as she set the clover down near the entrance to the burrow. "Indeed!" agreed the rah, adding his clump of leaves to hers, looking favorably into her amber eyes.

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