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 Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 8:54 am
Dainty white paws padded over the warm soft earth, the long enough grass to tickle along the rabbit’s stomach if she crouched just slightly while she walked. Which was as good a reason as any to keep her body low, giggling as her fur was mussed slightly before sitting back on her haunches to nibble a few bites of the greenery. It was fun to be here today, wherever here was exactly. But that didn’t matter. It seemed like a new place, which was always enjoyable. Or she might have wound up someplace she’d been before, which was not likely to be a disappointment either.
Kisun was seldom disappointed. Life was now, and now was just grand. The late afternoon sun was still warm against the earth, a scattering of clouds passed shadows over the ground and had been fun to chase for a little while. But now she was nibbling instead, content as always to be doing whatever it was she was currently doing. If she didn’t want to be doing it, after all, she wouldn’t be.
She’d move on when she was through playing in the tickly grass, or when something else caught her bright blue eyes. Life on a whim was life lived in fun as far as she was concerned.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 12:00 pm
 Still sleepy from his nap in the high grasses - pale blue eyes dazed and glazed with the sleepiness, but his body had told him it was time to wake. The small hare yawned cutely, eyes wode with childish enthusiasm towards the world.
Forcing his way though the taller grass, the small hare peered out of the sheet of grass and looked about, curiously. He peeked over his shoulder, checking of his mother or sisters were about. Wish a quick scramble, he pushed out of the high grass and nosed at anything he deemed curious.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 12:45 pm
Tickle tickle tickle… Yes this, was fun, she decided, pausing again to daintily nibble a leaf off of one of the flowers scattered through the grass. Tasted funny. Not bad exactly… maybe a different leaf would taste better. Then again, maybe not. The grass was fine for nibbling, she wasn’t feeling particularly hungry anyway.
Kisun was just debating whether or not to chase the brightly colored butterfly that took off from the flower she’d nibbled, which had been quite entertaining on occasion she thought, when something slightly larger than the vibrantly winged insect caught her eye. Instead of crouching low to hide, she rose up on her hind legs instead, dark eyes lifted curiously and white paws held against her chest. Stretching and craning her neck to see… a hare?
Ohhh, but it was so tiny!
Blue eyes shining with excitement, she watched as the brown speckled little one nosed around, before glancing about herself. Was there a mommy around? If there was, Kisun couldn’t see her. Was this little one lost then? Poor thing! It didn’t seem scared or lonely though, just curious. That was good then.
Without thinking too long on what a mother might think or do if she were around and did happen to see, Kisun bounded over to where the littler one was nosing about.
“Hello there,” she introduced herself cheerfully from nearly directly behind him. It just happened to be the direction she’d come from, and she’d been by no means sneaky about her approach. “What’re you doing?” There was no ‘Where’s your mother’ or ‘Are you lost’ or any such ‘practical’ sort of question. No need to upset the little guy if he was lost after all, not when he seemed content enough as it was.
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 7:36 pm
"Oh, hello, Missus~" Jana said happily. He stood on his back legs, wobbling a little before he found his balance. The brown-tipped paws ere spread out a bit for the sake of such thing.
His eyes, now lacking the evidence of his nap, stared curiously up at the adult. She was double his size! Though that wasn't saying much, since he was a small little thing. "Whatcha doin' out of the high-grass? Mum says it's dangerous, ya know?" He questioned, only to wince.
Of course, he was out of the high-grass without his mother. He was learning how to box though, and had a quick paw. Not that he liked boxing much. What was the point of that, besides showing those pesky lions they aren't the kings of the beasts, ya know?
Despite that, the young kitten grinned widely, eyes arched in crescents and teeth showing. "I'm just esplorin' - Ma won't mind, I'm sure."
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 12:04 pm
“It can be dangerous,” Kisun agreed when the little one said his mother said it was dangerous. And he was a little one. So tiny! But adorable and cheerful, with cute little brown spots and patches over the white of his fur. White didn’t usually blend in so well, but Kisun hadn’t had any trouble personally. Sometimes it was more fun to stick out! She noticed the wince, but didn’t say anything. Instead, she shared a conspiratorial wink with the little hare.
“Exploring huh? That’s fun to do. I like to travel myself, there’s all kinds of things to do and see,” she grinned, tipping her head to let her ears flop comically to the sides. She liked little ones. She liked to play with them and see them laugh. If he wasn’t worried about his mother, then she wasn’t going to worry him. Keep an eye on him maybe, for a little while. Maybe they could have some fun.
Fun was good. Little ones liked playing, right?
“So have you explored much?” Kisun asked, slightly wondering how far away his mom might be. But mostly just curious really.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 2:30 pm
"Oh, oh, What's travelin' like Missus?" He asked curiously. The little white nose twitched with the widening of his eyes. "Is it better then esplorin`? Cause, esploring is fun, it is!" He told her energetically.
"I esplore real well, Missus. I bet I'm the best 'splorer in my family, ya know. I could out esplore them any day," he told her with his small white chest puffed out proudly. His mother often bragged of her exploits. He picked up that habit.
He could brag about anything really. He could brag about how he slept the longs, yawned the widest, boxed the best - even if it wasn't always true.
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