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"I would break my
body to pieces to call you once by your name!"
Doe's Name: Morning Mist ( common name )
Meaning: Buddleja is its scientific name of the flowering plant

I might get yelled at for posting this but it just seems to fit her so well *submits post anyway*

She reminds me of that thin layer of mist in a cold winter's morning where it plays tricks with your mind because you can't exactly tell if something is there or not hidden within the mist.

"Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart."
Doe's Name: Vaovarah
Meaning: “Good friend” in Lapine

"Rumpelstilstkin! Gotcha!"
Buck's Name: Mask
Meaning: Something that hides one’s true face.

"I would break my
body to pieces to call you once by your name!"
Doe's Name: Pikeflash
Meaning: The silvery flash of a leaping fish

Whee, entries. Maybe I will roll for a while after this...

I know what happened to that skunk Owsla!

What's his name? Quickstep

And what happened to him?

“My story?” the black-and-white rabbit said, scratching his chin with his long claws. “Why’d you want to know a thing like that? I was born outside of the warren, came here with my marli, and then joined the Owsla, where I’ve been ever since. All my adult life- been in the service longer than you’ve been alive, and trained up more strong officers than any of the others, even our Fearless Leader. ‘Course, I met him back when he was just Cocklebur, not Cap’n Cocklebur.” The stripe-backed rabbit chuckled, almost avuncular. He was one of the oldest rabbits in the Owsla, but age hadn’t weakened him. Experience and wisdom had tempered this officer, and it was well-known that once you got him talking, it was tough to get him to stop. “More than- my ears? I say, that’s impertinence, young ma- oh, you’re asking about why we left my home warren. Well. That’s far more of a story. If you really want to know the whole thing, I suppose that it begins with a question of paternity.

“My home warren is much smaller than our beloved tunnels- much, much smaller, and its leader was prone to jealousy. My marli was one of his favorites, but she was a pretty young thing- and was distinctive enough with her ruff to attract a great number of males. Our Chief Rabbit believed himself to be the father of her children; but when one of them- that would be me- turned out dark when both of my alleged parents were pale- well, he had his doubts. My mother and I were expelled from the warren, my siblings given over to his sister to raise- and so we were turned out into the world not long after I’d opened my eyes.

“Though we didn’t have a warren, we weren’t the first roving rabbits. Suddenly, my mother found herself responsible for only one infant, not six. It’s a lot easier to feed one baby rabbit than an entire litter. I grew up a vagabond, and quite happy with my lot in life. Of course, our lack of shelter came with a price. More often than I’d like to recount we found ourselves running for our lives from hungry dogs and angry farmers as we raided farmsteads. That’s how I got that hole in my ear, y’know- one of those thundersticks the smaller men carry. I’m lucky it wasn’t one of the big ones that scatter their stones.”

The Owsla officer frowned slightly, flicking his pierced ear. “After I got this put in my ear, my marli decided it was high time we stopped fooling around. I was a growing buck, and it was time to find us a place where she could age in peace. Didn’t seem likely to me we’d find such a place- but she’d heard rumors of a warren ‘round here. This warren, as you probably guessed. We settled in quickly, and as I got older, our attachment faded as any buck’s does. As you can see, I might look a fright, but my young adulthood was, well, shockingly normal.

“But then there was some unsettlement amongst the ranks, and that’s where I saw my chance. I wanted to provide true security for me and my marli; despite our life in the warren, our scars still marked us as outsiders. I’ve seen how rabbits can turn on outsiders, and I didn’t want to ever be forced to leave our new home. I was a big boy, brash and headstrong, with experience with elil. My months of evading dogs and scavenging from the farms made me a good candidate for officership; plenty of practice scuffles were all I needed to prove myself. So I fought my way up, same as any rabbit who wants to be Owsla. ‘Course, back when I was a young buck, it was a mite easier. Not so much competition, and the warren leadership was different- and keen on getting new blood up in the authority. I’ve been servin’ and protectin’ ever since. Satisfied now?”

The buck raked his claws through the long scruff of hair on his head. It flopped towards his eyes in a way that made him look comically fierce. In his younger days, he must have been shockingly handsome, his scars making him rugged, not grotesque. Now, though, as a middle-aged rabbit, it made him look grandfatherly, the kind of male you’d respect not due to his strength of his kicks but due to the strength of his character. He gazed off into the distance, almost pensively, before turning to face his companion.

“Now- just wait a minute! How’d we even get on… Oh that’s right! I was dragging you back to your marli for burrowing into that charming young doe’s burrow! Get back here, you little scamp! I ain’t finished with you yet!”

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