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The noon sun was just rising in the sky as Falcon was returning to the Warren. It had been a beautiful morning and day so far, nice and quiet, allowing the kittens and outskirters the chance to run around outside without too much worry. The wind was blowing over the Down moving all the grass stopping Falcon in his track. He jumped into a bit of brush looking around before taking off for the Warren entrance.

He had spent the entire morning and afternoon running around the Warren barely stopping to catch his breath. The one thing he loved more than running was coming home to the Warren. It looked so pretty and safe as he approached it. Nothing mattered at the moment other than being within the safe embrace of the Warren.

He went running into the entrance without thinking about who might be coming out. There was almost no speed left in him, he was a very content and happy outskirter to have been outside for so long. As he entered the Warren he hoped no one was around, he might not be able to stop himself if there was someone too close.

Lax had spent his morning relaxing by the safety of his burrow. Sure, he was outside of it, but only just outside of it. Far enough away to get to the greens, but not too far as to put himself out of view of others. He liked watching over the others as he ate, especially the little ones, they could get themselves lost so easily. So, he figured it would serve the doe's well if they had an extra pair of eyes on them. Speaking of young ones, there went a kit running right past him into the borrow, his ear twitched at the sounds that came shortly after. Didn't sound good at all.

Lax hopped over carefully, then peeked in, looking to see if everyone was alright. Ah, but everything was surely fine. Blackthorn was the one that kit had run into, and that rabbit sure was a strong one. He hadn't gotten himself as acquainted to Blackthorn as he'd like in the past, but he knew enough about the buck to know that the other was part of the owsla. In Lax's mind, Blackthorn was very honorable just for that, and so already liked him.

Lax moved away from the hole, letting others depart if they need be while this issue cleared up. He didn't want to be any trouble.

It took Falcon a minute to get his bearings again after bumping into the huge hidden rabbit. He couldn't see him at all, he was like perfect camouflaged for sitting in the warren's tunnels. "Sorry about that." He looked up to see Blackthorn standing in front of him looking down at him. He quickly popped up and looked over Blackthorn. He was gigantic and really strong by the look of it. Maybe he was one of the Owsla, he hadn't met one of them yet but it would be cool to talk to one.

"You are huge Mister. How did you get so big? Am I going to grow as big as you? You have a lot of scars too. Have you been in a lot of fights? How did you get all those different scars? Are they from one fight or different ones?" The whole time he was speaking he was hopping around looking at him and his scars. He made sure he was out of the way of other people or for Blackthorn to move out of the way of the tunnel.

Falcon had never met another rabbit as big as him or as scarred as him. About this time he noticed that there was a white rabbit behind him. So he hopped away from the opening a bit to allow those who wanted to get in and out could.

As the youngster who had run into him sorted himself out, Blackthorn allowed a slight smile to cross his expression. He could remember his own outskirter days, though they were growing ever more fuzzy and distant, and he wondered if he had ever talked quite as much as this young rabbit was doing. Guessing the answer was probably no as the youth rabbited on, pardon the pun, he finally let the smile grow, having always had a soft spot for the youths of the warren.

"Just be a little more careful when you head to home yes?" he prompted gently, before chuckling to himself at the barrage of queries over his appearance. He had not thought himself that large, but he supposed to any outskirter he was going to seem rather big, for certainly he was strong and muscular, a requirement for his job. "If you eat your greens like your marli tells you, I am sure you will grow as big as me." Shaking his head a little in wonderment at the rapid pace of the youngster's speech he tried to answer as best he could. "I have been protecting the warren a long time, so yes.. there have been many fights. The scars come from the times I nearly didn't win." His tone was somber, as he did not wish to instill a desire to get into fights in the young rabbit before him. Defending others and looking for trouble were two very separate things, and he was careful never to unintentionally encourage undesired behavior in the younger generations.

Pausing as he felt another adult approach from behind him he smiled at the youth in front before carefully slipping past Falcon and stepping outside the tunnel so as to clear the way for Pepper. Blackthorn recognized the younger buck and nodded to him as he passed, expression polite if a little distant. As an owsla Blackthorn didn't socialize as much with older rabbits outside of his job and often didn't know quite what to say to those nearer his own age. He just was not very good at small talk he supposed.

"Greetings Pepper, Lax." He offered with a nod to each male as another lingering buck caught his eye. As an owsla he made it his business to at least know everyone by sight and name, even if he never really had the chance to speak to them. It was almost required to know who everyone was, not only for the warren's security, but so one could call out a rabbit by name in an emergency. Have you ever tried to yell 'you with the white spots and one floppy ear!' during an elil attack? It was not the speediest of methods to gain a certain rabbit's attention by any means.

As it seemed he had caused something of a blockade in the mouth of the burrow he hopped a few paces further outside so he was off to one side and not holding anyone up, though he was happy to answer more of the young Falcon's questions if there were more to come.








Firefly was not half as energetic or as crazy as her brother and had watched Oxlip hare round the down from the relative calm of the beach hanger. The young doe was not scared to go exploring, but she did not seem to possess the sheer amount of energy that some of her siblings did. being a fairly level headed and calm rabbit for her age she was a thinker before a doer. Though of course she could be as wild as any outskirter her episodes were fewer than some.

Having been sat nibbling on the young grass shoots near the warren's entrance, she had a perfect view of the sudden gathering that happened when an outskirter she didn't know ran into a big black owsla buck.. one she had seen moving around the down but had not yet managed to talk to. Not that she sought out owsla to bother, but as she one day hoped to join their ranks, she did take note of them when she saw them on patron or just sitting near the warren. Many older rabbits had told her she was the spitting image of her father and knowing that he had wanted to join the owsla before his untimely death at the jaws of a farm dog, she had taken on his wish as her own from a very early age. She idolized her parli even though he had died just before she and her siblings had been born. He had seemed a wonderful buck in the tales she had been told and if she could live up to his memory, she would consider her life successful. So as the unknown youngster started to plague the owsla buck with questions, she sat up and listened attentively.

Oxlip mentally marked Blackthorn down as one of the nice owlsa. Some of them wouldn't bother to talk to outskirters other than barking at them to stay in line. And he'd heard that there were owsla who would beat up small troublemakers for sport. It might have been exaggeration from some outskirters with too active imaginations, but Oxlip wasn't going to take any chances.

"I don't want scars," he said quietly to no one in particular, "that means someone got too close..."

Falcon sure was talking quicklly, and Oxlip wondered if one of the adult would tell him to shut up. But it was kind of convenient... If the brown youngster asked questions, he could hear the answers... And no one would scold him for talking too much or asking questions. It seemed the young buck was really passionate about running, and Oxlip saw an opportunity to test his mettle against another speed lover. He sidled closer to the brown outskirter.

"We should race sometimes, Falcon," he said, "I like to run too."