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Staff Roll
Determining Owsla encounter.

Do NOT want to encounter an owsla, roll is unaltered.
additional rabbits, outskirters, risk increased.

If a 1 or 2, an Owsla will be encountered.

EDIT:
Parsnip and Mudslide are in the clear!

Both may use this rp AFTER it's finished to apply for a line change once that thread is set up <3

Potato wasn't as bold as his "hlessi" comrades. They had split up now, to avoid compromising the mission if one of them should be discovered by the other warren's owsla. Things would probably still turn hot sooner or later, and they needed to contact as many rabbits as possible before that. But Potato hadn't dared to set foot on the down again since they were sent away. The others were better at blending in. Feather ear had a good colour for staying hidden in snow, and both Lark and Yona had common enough pelt colours to pass for warren rabbits at a quick glance. His distinctive blotches and dark colours meant he stood out like a sore thumb, and he was sure any owsla would notice quickly. Ginger paw had the same problem with his bright coat and unusual ears, but the ginger buck still seemed to have more confidence.

He skulked in the wooded area just below the down, hoping to bump into females who dared to forage this far out. So far, no luck. There were plenty of tracks, and he could see that rabbits had nibbled on bark and low branches. Rabbits had come here to eat at some point, and hopefully someone would come here again.

A noise made him stand up on his haunches. It didn't sound like elil... It almost sounded as if someone was making their way downhill. His nose twitched. Someone a bit smaller, so probably not owsla. Please be female, please be female!

"You're no fun," Mudslide pouted. He slipped out of his expert hiding place to made his way to his brother's side. His bruises still hadn't had a chance to heal, so walking was a little more awkward than usual. Okay, total lie - walking was always awkward because, well, he was pretty awkward himself. "What are you doing out here, anyway? Ol' Marli's going to give you an ear full when we get back." He could see it now; probably because he'd lived through it more times than he'd like to count. It made him smile to think about, though. She was only able to discipline her progeny because she cared.

"I'm not doing anything except looking for some roots to eat," he lied. "Although if you can keep a secret..." He grinned at Mudslide, ready to spill all when a voice behind him made him jump half our of skin. He whirled around and nearly went tharn at the sight of the dark rabbit. The black rabbit! He'd come for him, just like he'd come for his father and his grandfather and his great-grandfather.

But... this rabbit was only dark, not black, and the black rabbit wouldn't say hi in such a timid voice. "Hlessi," he squeaked. So it was true! Hlessi really had visited the down and been turned away. His marli was going to be furious.

Males. Definitely males. It made sense that outskirters would be pushed out to the edges of the warren territory to forage, but it was disappointing nevertheless. The cocky one in the back annoyed him, and he turned slightly sideways, keeping an eye on the pair. He wasn't nervous any longer. So what if he didn't manage to recruit them. They didn't need half grown males.

"You are already talking to me," he pointed out, "And what makes you think I'd want to talk to you? You'd just blabber to someone and then there would be rabbits all over my flay."

"Eat all the flay you want. It's all in your head, anyway, and if it keeps you away from the roots, then have as much as you want!" Ever emboldened by his brothers presence, Mudslide shifted to get a better look at the hlessi. Why did his brother want to come out this far? Didn't Parsnip know- Ooooooh. All at once, it came to him. He turned a shrewd look at his brother, "Was this what you were really looking for?" He whispered, in anything, but a whisper. "Better find another one. This one's half-mad!"

"I want to know where the hlessi are from," Parsnip replied to Mudslide, not even trying to whisper.

Food that didn't come from a farm? Parsnip's ear twitched and he remembered some of the stories Fig had told him. Stories about other warrens, full of flay and pretty does. Until now he'd thought they were just stories, but it was true that the rude hlessi before them was awfully well fed.

He bit back an angry retort about how hard their warren had worked, how his father had died while finding food for them, and considered the most important part of the hlessi's statement: he didn't need the farm. He didn't need the farm.

"You get food... without raiding farms?" he asked, stunned. If there were no raids, then there would be no risk, no death... his mind reeled at the implications.