𝟏𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 // v2 // watership down // o&a

[bigwig.]

───────── 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘
────𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, ─────────

───────── 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘
───────𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔... ─────────

𝑀any long seasons have come and gone since the first rabbits came to settle at Watership Down. The brave rabbits who led the fight against General Woundwort and Efrafa have all passed on, but their legend remains exalted among the warren, held in almost as high regard as the tales of El-Ahrairah himself. The warren has since met with prosperity; even with the constant threat of elil, the rabbits of Watership down grew happy and healthy, strong in numbers and empowered by the tales of their ancestors.

𝐻owever, this prosperity has now fallen under a dark shadow. The chief rabbit of Watership Down, once hailed with the same pride as any leader, would appear to have become corrupt in his position of power. His strongest owsla members have been sent on far-ranging missions to chase out any outsiders who may threaten to compete with his warren - not only hlessil, but small warrens as well have been uprooted and chased for miles. While the chief rabbit claims he is doing what is best for the rabbits of Watership Down and the peace they have enjoyed for so long, some rabbits have made their dissent quite clear. Claiming he was tarnishing the history of their warren, these rebels soon found themselves staring down the warren's most fearsome owsla officers, sent to silence any potential uprising by any means necessary.

𝒜fter several leaders of the dissent mysteriously disappeared, their names never spoken of by the high-ranking rabbits, many others became silenced by fear. Those few who wouldn't be suppressed largely ended up disappearing as well - but this time, the response was different. A round of fervent interrogations ensued, ultimately meaning one thing: the chief rabbit and his owsla did not know what had happened to this second batch of rebels. In reality, a small band of renegades fled to hide a ways south of Watership Down, where they still remain, planning to ultimately find a way to overthrow Watership Down's chief rabbit and free the warren's residents. However, they are small in numbers and are constantly under threat of being found by a patrol of Watership owsla.

𝒩ow that the chief rabbit back at the down has forbidden any rabbits from leaving his warren, fear has kept most of the rabbits in line, and even those who dissent keep quiet, fearing the consequences of defying their leader. Hushed whispers of a secret rebel warren hidden in the shelter of the woods still circulate among them, but some do not have faith in its existence, and for most, the risks of stealing away are too great. Without allies on the inside, the rebels have relied largely on trying to recruit hlessil before Watership's owsla drives them away, though growing in numbers causes them grow ever more conspicuous. The storm between the two continues to build with every passing dawn, and only time will tell when it will finally break - or who will come out on top.

( intro ) ✦ ( rules ) ✦ ( watership down ) ✦ ( the rebellion ) ✦ ( outsiders ) ✦ ( relations ) ✦ ( news and updates )

[bigwig.]

──────── 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎
────𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙, ─────────

──────── 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕
────𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 ─────────

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one. character forms go on the discussion thread only! two. this rp takes place several generations after the canon events, hence none of the original cast will be used. because of this, only a basic knowledge of the world is required, whether it be from the book, movie, or miniseries. many of the terms from the original canon will be defined on this thread as well for reference. three. there is currently no limit on characters per user, but try not to have all your characters be high-ranking roles. four. no romantic relationships between two of your own characters. five. try to keep each post at around three sentences at least, or at least avoid one-liners. six. please disable signatures on the main thread. seven. a few rabbits who can have visions/premonitions will be allowed, but not too many, so it's preferred if you ask beforehand if you want a character of yours to be a seer.

( intro ) ✦ ( rules ) ✦ ( watership down ) ✦ ( the rebellion ) ✦ ( outsiders ) ✦ ( relations ) ✦ ( news and updates )

[bigwig.]

───────── 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛
────𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, ─────────
┏─────────────────────────────┓
── 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍:
── 𝒯hough possessed of a proud and exalted history, things have changed for the prosp-
──erous warren at Watership Down under their current chief rabbit, who has come to ru-
──le with an iron paw. Some members have been lost to dissent, but the warren remains
──strong in numbers and its territory rich in resources. Most are simply fearful of or pas-
──sive towards their current leader, but some are zealously devoted to his cause and ha-
──ve convinced themselves his totalitarian attitude is truly for the better of the warren.
┗─────────────────────────────┛
──────── 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗
────𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 ─────────

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Chief Rabbit » 1/1
The leader of the warren
𝐢. Mycelium "Mycelirah" - buck - bigwig.

Owsla Captain » 0/1
The leader of the owsla; the highest rank beneath the chief rabbit
𝐢. name - gender - user

Owsla » 2/8
Rabbits appointed by the chief to protect and maintain order within the warren. This elevated status is typically awarded to those of particular strength, cunning, or other skill.
𝐢. Hawk - buck - Dracowolf
𝐢𝐢. Sequoia - doe - wildsight
𝐢𝐢𝐢. name - gender - user
𝐢𝐯. name - gender - user
𝐯. name - gender - user
𝐯𝐢. name - gender - user
𝐯𝐢𝐢. name - gender - user
𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. name - gender - user

Warren Rabbits » 5/unlimited
Most of those outside of the owsla; they may be storytellers, seers, outskirters or of any number of roles in day-to-day life.
𝐢. Shadow - doe - Dracowolf
𝐢𝐢. Trigger - buck - Dracowolf
𝐢𝐢𝐢. Maple - buck - wildsight
𝐢𝐯. Thicket - buck - ʀᴏᴄᴋᴇʀ ɢɪʀʟ
𝐯. Sprig - buck - honey & spice


Elders » 0/5
With many dangers around for rabbits, those who live to an old age are greatly respected, especially owsla veterans.
𝐢. name - gender - user
𝐢𝐢. name - gender - user
𝐢𝐢𝐢. name - gender - user
𝐢𝐯. name - gender - user
𝐯. name - gender - user

( intro ) ✦ ( rules ) ✦ ( watership down ) ✦ ( the rebellion ) ✦ ( outsiders ) ✦ ( relations ) ✦ ( news and updates )

[bigwig.]

───────── 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢
────𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 ─────────
┏─────────────────────────────┓
── 𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐑'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐓:
── 𝒯he remaining rabbits who opposed the will of Watership's chief fled south to a belt
──of woods known as Caesar's Belt, a ways from Watership Down and hopefully far enou-
──gh away to avoid the patrols and search parties of its owsla. Their warren is much mo-
──re crudely-dug and much smaller, without the luxuries of the down's open, defensible
──position. However, what they lack in raw advantage, they hope to make up for in met-
──tle - and are going to have to, if they ever hope to reclaim their home.
┗─────────────────────────────┛
──────── 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎
───𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 ─────────

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Chief Rabbit » 1/1
The leader of the warren
𝐢. Hollyhock "Holly-rah" - doe - honey & spice

Owsla Captain » 1/1
The leader of the owsla; the highest rank beneath the chief rabbit
𝐢. Hickory - buck - wildsight

Owsla » 3/5
Rabbits appointed by the chief to protect and maintain order within the warren. This elevated status is typically awarded to those of particular strength, cunning, or other skill.
𝐢. Larkspur - doe - bigwig.
𝐢𝐢. Silver - buck - Dracowolf
𝐢𝐢𝐢. Bramble - doe - ʀᴏᴄᴋᴇʀ ɢɪʀʟ
𝐢𝐯. name - gender - user
𝐯. name - gender - user

Warren Rabbits » 1/tbd
Most of those outside of the owsla; they may be storytellers, seers, or of any number of roles in day-to-day life.
𝐢. Pansy - doe - wildsight

Elders » 1/2
With many dangers around for rabbits, those who live to an old age are greatly respected, especially owsla veterans.
𝐢. Wildhardt - buck - Dracowolf
𝐢𝐢. name - gender - user

( intro ) ✦ ( rules ) ✦ ( watership down ) ✦ ( the rebellion ) ✦ ( outsiders ) ✦ ( relations ) ✦ ( news and updates )

[bigwig.]

───────── 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗
─────𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎, ─────────
┏─────────────────────────────┓
── 𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐋:
── 𝒜 hlessi (plural hlessil) refers to a rabbit without a warren - a loner or wanderer. M-
──ost of them are young adult rabbits who have left their birth warren to look for a new
──place to live, but any number of other reasons can lead a rabbit to be left without a
──warren for some time. The chief rabbit of Watership Down has ordered his owsla to d-
──rive out hlessil from their territory on sight, but the rebellion in Caesar's Belt is eager
──to recruit them, despite hlessil having no investment in their conflict.
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──────── 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗
───𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎... ─────────

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Hlessil » 2/5
Rabbits not tied to either the down or belt warrens; with varying degrees of distance from the conflict at hand, they could be considered something of 'wildcards' in the mix.
𝐢. Corva - buck - coral.
𝐢𝐢. name - gender - res
𝐢𝐢𝐢. name - gender - user
𝐢𝐯. name - gender - user
𝐯. name - gender - user




( intro ) ✦ ( rules ) ✦ ( watership down ) ✦ ( the rebellion ) ✦ ( outsiders ) ✦ ( relations) ✦ ( news and updates )

[bigwig.]

───────── 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎
────𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖 ─────────

──────── 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏
───𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 ─────────

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Relationships:
crush → crush
mutual crush ↔ mutual crush
mate ♥ mate (» kits)
sibling ⊶ sibling
friends ★ friends
enemies ✘ enemies

( tba ! )








( intro ) ✦ ( rules ) ✦ ( watership down ) ✦ ( the rebellion ) ✦ ( outsiders ) ✦ ( relations ) ✦ ( news and updates )

[bigwig.]

───────── 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐
───────𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 ──────────
┏─────────────────────────────┓
── 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐬:
── elil - predators; the 'thousand enemies' of rabbits • hlessi (pl. hlessil) - lone rabbits •
──hrududu - a car or other motor vehicle • hrair - any number greater than four; 'many'
──or 'a thousand'. • -rah - 'prince' or 'lord', used as a suffix • flay - food, such as grass;
──also used in other words such as flayrah - lit. 'food of princes', referring to distinctly
──good food, such as lettuce or carrots, and silflay - going above ground to feed • Frith
──- the sun, seen as a god by rabbits • Inlé - the moon; can also mean 'darkness' or 'death'
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───────── 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚜
───────𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 ──────────

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Weather:
𝐢. season: late summer; approx. mid-August
𝐢𝐢. time: early morning; approx. 7:30 a.m.
𝐢𝐢𝐢. temperature: fair; approx. 65 F / 18 C
𝐢𝐢𝐢. conditions: clear, sunny, and calm. a mild, cool breeze and only white, fluffy clouds, promising no sign of rain.


News & Updates:
Aug. 25th - roleplay officially opened. forms will be accepted via the discussion thread.
Sep. 4th - roleplay has officially begun.

( intro ) ✦ ( rules ) ✦ ( watership down ) ✦ ( the rebellion ) ✦ ( outsiders ) ✦ ( relations ) ✦ ( news and updates )

[bigwig.]

𝐌𝐘𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐔𝐌 ── 𝐢
❝ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 ❞ watership down • chief rabbit • buck • tags: --

The chief rabbit was weary as he emerged from his burrow, long ears twitching and angling as he listened to the soft morning calls of songbirds as they fluttered over the rolling downs. He had been fretting, fretting, fretting - sleeping some during the day and some at night, never consistent, never for long enough. Concerned owsa soldiers would have told him to get some more rest, but how could he, with everything going on? There was still a band of rebels out there somewhere, likely recouping and waiting for a convenient time to strike. Who knew how many rabbits they could end up killing if they attempted something like that? Not that Mycelium didn't trust his owsla to win that battle, but he didn't want any of their lives at stake. What if elil or humans or a band of hlessil struck while they were vulnerable after an attack from the deserters? Mycelium thought a lot about such things. Perhaps he was growing paranoid - after all, wasn't there more of a chance that the defectors had just run off with no intention of coming back? That was possible, but the chief rabbit had a sinking feeling it was not to be so. The would-be rebels were too thrilled on the stories of their ancestors fending off Efrafa that they thought they had the same miraculous chance up against a force much greater than them. They didn't see how much damage they would cause to the very source of that pride, the warren of heroes they had abandoned in favor of their own means.

Mycelium picked his way into the Honeycomb, the central chamber of the burrows interwoven with strong roots that held up its ceiling. Rabbits had mixed reactions to seeing him when he emerged from his den, which was more often nowadays than it had been in the past. He wanted to keep an eye on things for himself every now and then, even though he still trusted his officers with his life. Some rabbits hushed and cowed when he drew near, but he did not encourage such, personally. He scanned the few individuals who were huddled in the Honeycomb before moving through the tunnel that led to the surface, lifting his head proudly into the morning sun as he stared down the slope of the rolling downs. It was quiet outside, most elil less active during the day, and a few rabbits outside nibbling at the tender summer grass.

𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒𝐏𝐔𝐑 ── 𝐢
❝ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 ❞ the rebellion • owsla member • doe • tags: --

It seemed a quiet, harmonious morning. Birds sang and twittered in the boughs along the edges of the long, narrow belt of woods that speared its way through the uplands, cutting across miles of rolling green fields, with the steep slopes of Watership Down sitting prominently in the distance. The footpaths and bridle tracks were quite quiet this early into the day, when Frith was just beginning to peer over the edges of the horizon. Larkspur sat in the shade of a straggling tree at the very edge of the thin strip of woodland, staring at the rise at the edge of her vision which she knew had once been her home. The owsla fighter was restless, as she always was, gazing at the system of crude scrapes and shallow burrows which had formed this ramshackle warren. It wasn't anywhere near as comfortable or defensible as the one on the down, and was crude at best. It wasn't meant to be a permanent home, even if some of the rabbits here had started to act as though it was. Some may have considered Larkspur to be almost obsessed with taking back the warren on the down, but she didn't see that as a negative. That was the point, wasn't it? Staying out here made her restless; this place wasn't home, and always felt vulnerable after having lived high on the down where one could spot elil from a great distance away. The owsla doe kept herself busy by pawing around the holes and scrapes looking for anything out of the ordinary.

It was a better use of her time than sparring with dandelions, at the very least. Dandelions didn't really have much mettle to them, bending and shredding easily after a few cuffs of the forepaws. Maybe she could find some early mushrooms somewhere and shred her claws through some thin, cobweb-like mycelium to take out her anger at the rabbit of the same name. A thrush landed a few feet in front of her on the open grass, picking through the blades for something to eat. It showed her no fear, knowing a rabbit had no business with it, but took of quickly when Larkspur feigned a pounce at it. She felt a little pang of triumph, quickly negated by reminding herself that there was not much skill required in scaring a bird. It'd be better to keep her eyes peeled instead of playing idle games chasing off thrushes.

𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐕𝐀 ── 𝐢
❝ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚁 ❞ watership down • chief rabbit • buck • tags: --

The loner stirred fitfully in his scrape, peering out cautiously at his surroundings. Daytime was dangerous, particularly in the open, and particularly for a rabbit whose dark fur stood out against the grass in the pale morning sun. He'd been on the move for quite a while, but had found himself staying in the same spot for a few days now. The days were too hot to travel and the nights had been peppered by the distant calls of owls and the lingering fear of foxes and weasels. Corva knew there were other rabbits around, but he hadn't been bold enough to approach any. He was cautious of warrens, some of which weren't necessarily friendly to hlessil, and others of which were eager to coax him into staying there. He was a formidable looking rabbit, perhaps owsla material to some, but he was not much of a fighter in spirit. Generally, he avoided conflict where possible, which meant avoiding established warrens. To most, it was a strange way of life for a rabbit, but Corva was too apprehensive to stay in one place for too long. Adjusting to the life of a wild rabbit was no easy task for anyone who had been born in a hutch, and Corva was quite convinced by now that he may never take to their lifestyle. Maybe it was easier to avoid elil that way, but he didn't have the spirit, being more of a meandering type who was quite taken aback by the frantic behaviors of wild rabbits who were used to constant threats.

Corva hopped out of his scrape lazily, nose twitching to catch the scents of the morning breeze, staying as cautious of danger as he could manage to be. He caught the faint scent of other rabbits blowing in from the west. It seemed that no matter where he went, there were always rabbits to be found. This seemed like a nice place to live, all things considered, but Corva wasn't about to quarrel with anyone over his presence here. He'd have to skirt them as well as he could, hopefully able to head south without having to loop back east where he'd already been at all.

[.bluejay.]

hollyhock || the rebellion || chief rabbit || with: -

out beyond the collection of haphazardly dug burrows and shallow scrapes that had become her home, hollyhock surveyed the land. at first, she had been on high alert for danger, be it aggressive hlessil, owsla out from the down, or anything more heinous than an angered rabbit. though, once she was satisfied that all was safe enough for now, she turned her attention back to the poorly little warren she and the others had put together. more than anything, hollyhock wished she could have given them more than this. while it was only meant to be temporary, the construction here was laughable in comparison to the magnificent honeycomb they had all grown up in. it was hardly in a defensible position, and there wasn’t much in the way of perks when it came to location. even if they were free here, which meant a lot in its own right, it certainly wasn’t comfortable, and hollyhock wished she could have shown these rabbits a life of luxury. of course, that wasn’t in the cards. not yet, anyway.

turning away, she shook off the lingering feelings of doubt, steeling herself. so things were rough for now. hazel-rah had faced adversity before forming the warren, and he had triumphed. she would be no different. and, as she turned her gaze back towards the down, she felt more certain than ever that this was the right choice. it may not have been easy, but it was right, and it was freeing. she could only hope that the others felt the same, and that someday soon, they would have the means to take watership down back.


sprig || watership down || warren rabbit || with: -

up with the sun, or often before it, sprig had the chance to be out on the down before many others were out to silflay. for the last while, though, a few had been filing out of the tunnels to get their fill of grass and sunshine for the morning. of course, now that it was properly daylit outside, even if the light was still pale, sprig’s morning of quiet on the down was wrapping up. though, it wasn’t the peace that he enjoyed before everyone else came above ground. no, it was the potential. there was something so exhilarating about gazing out over the open down in the first blush of twilight, waiting, wondering what might be out there. the possibilities were endless, and that is what enchanted sprig. a band of hlessil could come wondering unknowingly by. elil could swoop down from the skies, or bolt from a thicket toward the warren. adventure was practically at his paws. and, of course, adventure made fantastic stories.

just his luck, though, there had been no adventure to be had that morning. of all the wild possibilities that could have been, not a single thing happened. sprig couldn’t even spot a mouse or vole off in the grass anywhere. disappointing, to say the least, but not surprising. he was used to quiet at the down, ever since the whispers of rebellion were crushed in the owlsa’s steely grip. adventure was scarce anymore, which was a shame, but the chief always preached safety above all else. not exactly sprig’s style, but he could comply. in any case, he browsed through the grasses, pausing in his nibling occasionally to take a quick glance at who else was around.

[Dracowolf]

-Watership Down -

Hawk - Owsla

Location: Outside the Warren
Doing: Keeping watch
Tags: Open

Hawk had relieved one of the guards before the sun rose. He had never been one for sleeping long hours, he always had trouble sleeping. His gut never trusted anyone else to ever watch the warren, someone had to keep everyone else safe from threats and he wasn’t convinced that some of the Owsla wouldn’t run from a real fight, even if that had been proven time and time again. Of course in his mind they always had numbers on their side. When facing down a elil to protect a kit, would they stand their ground or run? Hawk believed fully that he would stand his ground.

He stood tall outside the warren, watching over the rabbits who had appeared with frith’s light to eat. He watched the distance, looking for anything of danger and testing each scent that was carried on the breeze. Movement out of the corner of his eye alerted him to another arrival up top, a speedy was all it took to recognize the Chief. A rough thump of his leg caused other sentries to briefly look, now all aware of the Chief up top. After the rebels ran off and the hushed whispers around the warren, it had become important to be aware when the Chief was in the open. Hawk was cautious, the last thing that would happen would be a warren rabbit deciding to try to be a martyr for the rebels by trying to attack the Chief. Hawk held his position, not saying a word to the Chief, he wouldn’t let his guard down.


Shadow and Trigger - Warren Rabbits

Location: The Honeycomb
Doing: Nothing of Importance
Tags: Open

Shadow would have preferred to sleep in, most days. The den space she and Trigger had claimed was warm mostly thanks to the mass that was Trigger. If it had been up to her they would have laid there the entire morning. Away from the whispers of those who found it odd that the two shared everything, when really it was just the two were close friends, they both knew and discussed that. Neither held romantic feelings for the other, it was just better to be together. This had become especially true at night as they slept, More than once Shadow had been awoken by the worried twitching and kicks from Trigger, caught in a nightmare. In fact that was what had woken up. Little sounds and twitches that grew into a full kick of one leg, luckily not pointed at her. She woke and watched for a few moments to see if it passed, but the shiver that ran through her friend suggested it would not. She kicked him, lightly of course, which woke him with a start.

“Happened again?” Shadow asked.

Trigger’s heart was racing, breathing fast, he couldn’t even fully remember why as he became aware he wasn’t sleeping. He rarely remembered the details of the nightmares that came to him so often. He took a moment to realize he was safe. His heart slowed, his breathing returning to normal, “Yeah, seems that way at least. Feels like I just spent the last few hours running from the Black Rabbit.”

“Well, you weren’t going very fast here,” Shadow teased, hoping to lighten the mood.

“Did I wake you?” Trigger always felt bad about waking his friend.

“Doesn’t matter, come on. Let’s go stretch our legs.” Shadow hopped out of the den and through the tunnels of the warren until she reached the honeycomb, Trigger not far behind her. Most rabbits stayed out of her way, mostly because if any tried to say anything about Trigger in her ear shot she’d likely rip their ear off and she enjoyed that others knew that.

Trigger settled beside her, as out of the way as he could, which wasn’t easy given his bulk. If he had the stomach to fight, he would have been one impressive bruiser. “What should we do with the day?”

“I was thinking eat, run around a bit, and of course consider getting into trouble until you talk me out of it because you’re afraid of what will happen if we get caught.” Shadow was sarcastic and teasing, it was normal for her.

-The Rebellion -

Silver - Owsla

Location: Exploring near the burrow
Doing: Nothing of Important
Tags: Open

Silver had taken to rising with Frith since moving to the belt. He felt free to explore for once in his life. Every day brought something new, something else to do. Silver in general was a happy rabbit, always wanting to look on the bright side of things. Exploring near the burrow and seeing what could be there was part of the adventure in his mind. Sure, there was the far more serious matter at hand, the fight that would one day come to reunite with their friends and fix what was broken. That fight wasn’t today though, today was survival, planning. War would come for them eventually, but for now the wind was clear of threats.

He hopped around, showing off the speed that allowed him to move around his opponents, despite the freeing nature of moving around he never strayed far from the burrow incase of trouble, or in case someone needed him. He was having fun, not ignoring his duties or the others after all.


Wildhardt - Elder

Location: Outside the burrow
Doing: Nothing of Important
Tags: Open

Wildhardt yawned when he awoke. The crude den was of little comfort for his size and age but he had never complained. He had thanked the others for the help and for even letting him go along on their crazy quest. Not that he was calling it a crazy quest to insult it, very much the opposite, he made it clear that he liked crazy quests. Of course talking about such things would always lead to a rambling story about fighting some off leash dog or other elil, the other half of the time it was about losing half his sight to a hawk but winning that fight. He loved to share his stories and he liked to share them loudly.

The old rabbit moved through the burrow and outside to find something to eat. Still large and muscular, he held himself like a rabbit that was far younger, even if he didn’t feel like one. He took in a deep breath of the scents outside the warren. “Frith seems happy today.” He didn’t say it to anyone in particular, just a general statement before hopping a few feet to settle on some grass.