Camellia shakes her ears nervously, as this is her first raid. She is well aware of the danger but actually taking part in one makes her a bit uncomfortable. Grooming her tail she tidies herself one last time before hopping over to join the others.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 12:19 pm
The large doe picked her way carefully and tried not to slide. After the desent it was all business as she marched them from shelter to shelter towards the farm proper, trying to be careful as they huddled together and scampered through the long grasses.
She smiled warmly at Charcoal, glad to see him with, and worried for him at the same time. It was a reminder of what she really didn't want to see happen again. Not on her watch.
In time they made it to the outskirts of the farm, just as Frith was setting. Gathering everyone closer to the fence, she looked around at all the faces one last time.
Well, hopefully not one last time.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 12:21 pm
Crocus couldn't tell you a time when she'd been more nervous. As an Owsla officer, she was used to throwing her weight into the work of the warren. She wasn't a fearless rabbit- a fearless rabbit is a reckless rabbit, and a reckless rabbit is a dead rabbit- but this was something that would startle even a fearless rabbit. Farm raids... they were dangerous. Always. But the warren needed food for the winter, and it was really an honor to be selected to lead one of the teams procuring it. The sky-sided doe rose to her hind legs, drawing herself to her full height as she overlooked her team. As far as she could tell, they were all already assembled- good on them for being so eager and brave. She hoped that her own slight tardiness- there'd been an incident over another doe down in one of the burrows- wouldn't upset them or worse yet, make nervous. She looked to her team. She recognized one of the storytellers- hopefully he'd be as good at communicating directions as he was with stories. Dogsbane was her runner. She'd seen him before, often shadowing another officer, Gingko. She smiled at him and at her entire team, thumping her hind foot on the ground to draw them close. It was dark and cold- sound would be easier than sight tonight. "Gather in, troops. Stick close for now."
Lamb's Ear was absolutely terrified, but at the same time, she'd never been more excited in her life. Being told that she'd serve as a runner for her group- well, that was exciting, right? And she'd never been on the farm. She'd sought adventure, and this was definitely adventure! She listend closely to the Owsla officers. Snares. Ulp. The scar around her neck twinged. She knew snares, and she knew them well. Hopefully she could prevent her team members from dying in them.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 12:28 pm
Blackbirch bounded towards the raid group, all four paws were sturdy and ready to aid in wherever he was needed.
His green eyes flew across the mass that had accumulated and he took a deep breath as he took it all in. Logging it to memory. If he survived this day, it would definitely be a story that he would be asked to tell over and over. He shuffled a bit and stood on his hindquarters, looking over the group to listen as Althea spoke to them.
When all was said and done, he twitched his nose in uncertainty. A heavy rock seemed to weigh him down within his stomach. He was certain the day might end in sadness. Victory, perhaps, but not without some sort of a price. He only hoped that this price wasn't too much to ask for as he fell into the band of bunnies that began to move closer towards their designated points.
Darkbrier followed as she was told, sticking near her chosen Owsla officer. She was silent the whole way, except for the already soft sound of rabbit paws. The dark doe was used to sneaking through the night, and she was not about to risk drawing any more attention to the group than necessary.
The descent down the steep slopes at the edge of the Down was not something she did often, but she endeavored to stay out of the others' way just in case she had any trouble. All was going smoothly so far, however, and she was grateful they seemed to be off to a good start. Only Frith knew if it would remain that way for long.
She pulled up short as Althea stopped and the others began to follow suit, ears up and roving for any sound around them that seemed out of place as she waited for orders. This was going to be a hard night, and she would do her best to help the Owsla see as many as possible through it.
