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Blushing, Rosewood tried to explain. "I didn't mean... I mean... it was no disrespect to those of you with such things. I know they don't unless extremely damaged." Boy she was a bumbler sometimes. How careless to make a remark like that! Her and her sharp tongue. It's a miracle really that it hasn't been bitten off yet.

At Brackens change of subject she nodded her head. "I've heard whisper of a few does wanting to put him in his place this spring. He might want to be more wary of them than elil!" She laughed to herself. Females and their gossip! Sitting back a bit, Rose took her hind leg and scratched at a small bite she'd gotten in the morning. It had annoyed her all afternoon. Settled, she sighed a bit.

" I hope i'm not boring you. Or ruining what you might want as quiet time to yourself. " The thought had come to her that perhaps he'd not want attention all the time. And she knew herself to be odd company at best sometimes, if at least amusing to some.

Laughing, she could only imagine one of the bossy doe's putting cocklebur in his place. It would take a tough one to keep that one busy. She never has quite understood him. Being fierce all the time is one thing, but he was just... oh, not for her. Her heads may be up in the clouds all day, but she needed a steady rock to keep her grounded, or she'd float away. At least, that was the theory.

"Well it's good to hear. I'm told i'm odd sometimes, so i like to make sure." She said laughingly to Bracken. "If i'm not pestering them for their stories, i'm making a fool of myself with my quick tongue. Either way, Frithrah know what to do with me!" Continuing to laugh, she blushed a little looking around. Was it appropriate to be this open with their chief? Ahh, she didn't care. She liked him.

"Hm... well, I may not be offended, but I do believe you upset old Buckthorn over there. He is your warren mate after all." Bracken would rather see everyone get along than have to try and calm down any quarrels.

"And as much as the thought amuses me, there's not a doe in this warren that can put dear Cocklebur into place. He is your captain, and deserves respect, from everyone." The chief raised his voice a bit to make sure his comment about Cocklebur was heard by more than just Rosewood. After all, if there was no respect for the higher ups, than the warren social structure would quickly fall apart. No matter how intimidating or sometimes an a**, Cocklebur could be. He was the most fitting rabbit for the job.

"Hraka." Buckthorn grunted. "If a male showing off his virility is offensive to you, doe, then you will never lay a nest to breed any kittens. And then you will be useless to this warren."

He was amused as the female turned her back to him. He made another loud aggressive thump on the dry soil before casually moving off. He had better things to do than trade harsh words with another rabbit.

Bracken decided not to comment on Rosewood's words until she spoke of kittens. "A good year would be nice, especially considering the last. Frith willingly, our luck might turn."

However, Bracken frowned and then sighed as Buckthorn and Rosewood went at it yet again. Practically a lover's quarrel, he thought with some bemusement. The rabbit shook his head. Almost as bad as an eager buck looking to join Owsla, was a young doe thinking she knew everything.

Bracken looked back to the doe and tilted his head slightly to the side, brows lifting at her words. "Forgive me for saying so, but who made you Captain? If he is truely out of line, the Owsla will put him in place. You'd be best to remember that."

A little away from everyone, Thyme sat by himself, chewing on some clover and trying his best not to eavesdrop on the conversations that were going on around him. He was sure he wasn’t familiar with many of the rabbits that he could see, apart from the chief of course, and maybe there were a few recognizable faces, but no one he knew well enough to call a ‘close friend’ anyway.

The conversation that the chief was having with a doe and a rather grumpy buck, had perked up his interest in particular, and he tried not to laugh at several things that were said, “Not my business, I shouldn’t listen in,” he told himself quietly, shuffling away slightly so that they didn’t think he was snooping.

Thyme didn’t mind being on his own, he found it peaceful and it gave him time to think. He watched as a butterfly fluttered past him, and sighed happily "It truly is spring” he sniffed at a nearby wildflower, and smiled for a moment before sneezing. Feeling slightly embarrassed, he licked his paws and cleaned his face “Hmm…might avoid those in the future…” He resumed chewing on clumps of clover, and looking around him for something interesting to do.

Bracken let out a long suffering sigh as Rosewood completely missed what he was trying to say. Although his attention was momentarily diverted by Thyme's presence and comment, causing him to nod absently, "That it is."

He looked back to Rosewood, for it seemed he would have to lay it out plainly. "You act as if he is the only one to blame. You did laugh at him first." Bracken's voice at a lower level to keep from Buckthorn overhearing, "There's little more painful to a buck than a bruised ego, my dear" Bracken said with a tiny smirk. "A little more tolerance isn't too much to ask."