- bramble
doe | rebellion owsla | feeling; wary | tags; larkspur
the scarred doe slowly stirred in the haphazardly dug burrow, and when she opened her eyes, an unfamiliar scent entered her nose. it was a scent that had entered her nose ever since breaking away from watership down, and bramble doubted she would ever get used to it. but it was a million times better than staying at watership down, where that tyrant ruled. just the thought of mycelium made bramble's entire body tense up in growing anger. it was because of him that watership down became unbearable to live in, a place bramble once called home with thicket.
even with her rage, bramble slowly let her body relax as she let out a sigh. letting her anger get the better of her wouldn't benefit anyone, let alone herself. pushing the thought to the back of her head, bramble slowly exited from the burrow. the sun appeared bright as were the fields, and the sky was mostly clear, save for some scattered clouds. no sign of elil, but bramble nonetheless as she stood on her hind legs, brown eyes scanning the field. being an owsla member meant always staying vigilant, and even more so now with the new setting and possible threats of watership down owsla. when bramble's gaze reached to her right, a figure quickly flew out from the grass, along with another brown spot still in the grass. it was a figure that bramble recognized, a fellow owsla member. even with her preference of being alone, keeping in close contact with the other rabbits was important in staying united as a warren, something bramble reminded herself as she approached the brown spot.
"good morning, larkspur. keeping your skills sharp with birds, are we?"
thicket
buck | watership down warren | feeling; uneasy | tags; open (mycelium mentioned)
thicket was already awake when mycelium walked past him and several other rabbits. the buck's gaze instantly averted to the ground, careful not to annoy his chief rabbit. the way mycelium scanned him and the other rabbits seemed more intense than usual, something thicket couldn't exactly describe. perhaps the stress of being chief rabbit was getting to him, especially with the looming rebels and the idea of war. it wasn't just him, however - thicket was confident that it was on everyone's mind, including his own. but his mind was wrapped around the idea of having to fight his sister most of all. thicket was in no way, shape, or form a fighter, a stark contrast to his fiery, battle-ready, owsla sister. and even if she was his sister, he was sure that mycelium wouldn't allow her to live should the rebellion be defeated. the idea of his sister dying for the sake of watership's down supposed "peace"...thicket couldn't bear it at all, even if she and him were on opposing sides.
desperate to distract himself from such dire thoughts, thicket found himself almost sprinting out from the honeycomb out into the vast field. several other rabbits had already started to eat the grass quite peacefully, as if without a care in the world. though thicket could still feel his heart racing in his chest, perhaps a quick silflay could help calm him down. after taking in a breath, thicket lowered his head and started to chew at several long blades of grass. but atop his head, his ears twitched wildly atop his head, signaling his barely-repressed anxiety.
