[Neon sparks]

Berry ridge is an open, safe place for rabbits. some are adopted and join a hutch, and some live wild in a warren. it's your job to decide what happens with your rabbits. create relationships, start feuds or alliances. the possibilities are endless.

this is a seasonal based adopt. it will run from April 1st - May 31st annually.

Ends on 4/19/2018

to win this one tell me what their favorite food is, no word limit

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[TheSongOfTheStars]

Username: TheSongOfTheStars
Name: Fli
Gender: doe
Prompt:

Dawn had just touched the tops of the great Red Willow when Fli's nose came poking out of the burrow.
It quivered at the scent of sparkling dew and damp grass, then the rest of the rabbit hopped out, her eyes twinkling with excitement as her nose caught another scent, one she'd been waiting to smell all spring.
She twisted her head all around to pinpoint the exact direction that the heavenly scent wafted from, then took off, toes just barley touching the ground.
The aroma grew stronger and stronger, then faded....
She stopped short and turned around.
There it was.
Sunshine in a bundle, happy feels on a stem, dandelions, finally!
With no dignity whatsoever she threw herself headfirst into the patch of flowers, chomping indiscriminately at petal, leaf, and stem.

[adheline]

Username: e s t e l l e
Name: Quin
Gender: male
Prompt: During the dull, quiet season of winter, Quin has a recurring taste for the stark flavor of the cool, crisp conifer needle. From the very first snowfall, watching from his burrow as the flakes fall softly, he aches for the memory of his favored delicacy. He remembers so distinctly how it tastes that, even with his eyes closed, pines nowhere in sight, the ghost of an icy citrus wets his tongue. And, oh, when the sun shines down upon a whitened field, casting the world into a glittering haze, he can venture forth and dig through the snow, like a pioneer on a treasure hunt, to feast upon his beloved conifer needles.

[Neon sparks]

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[Neon sparks]

Username: e s t e l l e
Name: Quin
Gender: male
Prompt: During the dull, quiet season of winter, Quin has a recurring taste for the stark flavor of the cool, crisp conifer needle. From the very first snowfall, watching from his burrow as the flakes fall softly, he aches for the memory of his favored delicacy. He remembers so distinctly how it tastes that, even with his eyes closed, pines nowhere in sight, the ghost of an icy citrus wets his tongue. And, oh, when the sun shines down upon a whitened field, casting the world into a glittering haze, he can venture forth and dig through the snow, like a pioneer on a treasure hunt, to feast upon his beloved conifer needles.

winner!