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Above ground, Cloud listened intently in what Dancer was saying But as hard as he tried dancer was talking too fast “She-sad-we-gotta-go-real-fast-‘coz-the-rains-gonna…” (Paused for a breath at this point cloud interrupted) “Hold up, hold up!” yelled Cloud getting some attention from the other grazing rabbits. “Firstly calm your neck, and then tell me” Dancer took in a deep breath and felt like a youngling again as he did so. “Lilly said…” he started “LILLY? What-what?” Cloud roared “Please sir I know you don’t like her…” Cloud mumbled as Dancer cont

Every body was silenced. Toreth`s news last night had shuck the warren to the core. Many of the residents here had met other rabbit groups from time – to – time, sometimes it was just to tell or be told about things, sometimes they were fleeing and needed a friendly face, and sometimes… it meant they had to fight. All of the residents hated fighting, yet many young bucks would be rather exited about such a thing. But the warren had decided they wouldn’t make fights … But they wouldn’t turn away if challenged Another thing was causing the warren to worry, a magpie named “ limmy “ (a good friend of cl

The group were again upground grazing, yet strangely uneased. Dancer was upon a rock at the farthest end acting as a lookout. “Cloud, there is a white outsider approaching” he called “Oh yes? How fast?” Cloud called back Dancer strained his neck and back upon his hind legs to get a better look; “Looks to be running sir, possibly fleeing. I see no predator following him” The white rabbit fled up the hills, concentrating on behind him, and into the bramble; scratching himself and also getting his foot trapped in a over hanging stem, the thorns dug deep into his skin and he yelped with pain and fright. “S

As well as the warren being perfectly hidden, cloud had built in on a slope, making any draft sleek down the burrow, this was great in the summer as it cooled the rabbits down; but in the winter the draft was terrible. It was early autumn and humans where crowding the paddock behind, camping and hiking and such. The rabbits were upground nibbling the last remaining shoots, “Good morning dancer” greeted a grey rabbit “Why, good morning cloud” replied dancer in utmost respect for the leader. Cloud shifted from foot to foot. To break the silence, dancer tried to start with a question “Were will we be grazing today,

The rabbits of dawn The warren The soft wind was gently stroking the trees, and making the brook lazily lap the fringes of its path. Its swirling body held many fish, making the place wonderful for wildlife. A heron stood on his leg, his other tucked under him as he stared at his prize; a fat salmon unaware he was being watched.  A Wagtail landed and did its funny dance as it took three sips and lept to the sky once more. The ground was littered with red, yellow, brown and faint green leaves, making the warren very hard to spot, cloud had thought of that, making the warren hard to spot. It had proved them well as not yet had they been disc

We wasted no time, silently we came off the hill and down towards the camp, we were only intending to steal their food, but they had none outside. I looked across to Rayne. “What now?” I whispered silently “We improvise” Rayne hissed “With what?” I whispered, keeping my voice low. Scrie came up to us silently; he had gone for a quick scout around the area. “Dogs,” scrie said breathlessly yet quietly “they have dogs and a horse” Rayne looked as if he was thinking, which was not so uncommon. “The dogs might have food, they have these shiny little things, and one is a shiny puddle in

Three wolves. Three sets of paws. Three hungry mouths. One deer. One set of hooves. One panic-stricken prey. Me, Scrie and Rayne bounded across the grassy slope, we paused at the top to survey, Rayne pressed his snout to the floor, catching the sent of the doe we were hunting, we were starving, and it had been 2 weeks since our last meal. Our chase lead us down off the hill and into the thick forest, on a dirt-path commonly used by deer, my mind started to wander as scrie smelled the pathway, and then he told us that the deer had slowed down, and had changed direction, it was panicking and was looking for a place to drink too. I asked h

Prologue: I lay with my head resting on Scries rear, his head resting on my chest and Rayne’s front pressed to my back with a leg over me, this is how we usually slept, last night we were lucky enough to find a cave, to rest our troubled heads in. I guess you’re wondering who or what we are, I can tell you that, we are wolves, my first pack-member here is Scrie: a reckless young male, with a attitude and a cocky appearance, he stands up for almost anyone and he’s quite big-headed sometimes, he’s white in colour with a light brown tippy-tail and light brown paws and ears, he also has these weird bands wrapped around his l