Challenge Accepted
Milkweed x Nuthatch
Riff x Rain
Start Date: August 9th, 2012
The morning was looking to be a calm one, and Nuthatch sniffed into the balmy wind. It had rained through the night, but Frith seemed quite content to chase the clouds out of his sky. Breathing deeply, the buck set off along the down, occasionally shaking the dew that gathered on his paws. Life was good, and he knew it. No elil, no fights, and flay was plentiful.
As were the does.
It had been awhile since he'd seen any kittens underfoot however, and he became curious. No, that wasn't entirely true, he could remember spotting a few here and there; but it didn't compare to how it was before the raid. Before the fear.
Silly, all that. At least in his opinion. As long as there was sun and safety, what could possibly be so bad as all that?
Wandering about the down as he nosed this and that, Nuthatch watched as other rabbits emerged from the warren, coming up to silflay or simply to stretch.
Among the rabbits was a bright eyed doe, seemingly new to the warren.She hopped out to a nice patch of grass then began to munch away on it, hunkering down among other rabbits like she could seemingly blend in and turn invisible, but her eyes stood out, lime green in contrast with the somewhat muted colors of her fur.
Milkweed had no offspring, and was quite the generous rabbit. She would sometimes take flay to the haunted rabbits taking shelter by the tree when they came out to enjoy Frith's light.
She paused and closed her eyes, rising up on her haunches and lifting her head toward Frith to bask in the warmth for a moment or two.
'Hatch took stock of the warren rabbits, naming off those he knew in his head, and paying attention to those he didn't. With a warren of this size it was easy to miss a few, after all. Snagging a mouthful of flay, he busied himself with the business of chewing when a particular rabbit caught his attention.
A doe stretched out towards the morning warmth, and 'Hatch had to admit he was quite taken with her. She looked young, and her eyes were quite captivating. With a grin and a twitch of an ear, he wondered if she was already being sought after.
Making a grand display of stretching out and grooming his ears, he pointedly kept looking her way, wondering if she was more the shy type or bold like that other doe he'd met.
Her ear closest to Nuthatch perked up slowly and she then brought up the other and turned to look at him. But then she went so far as to go back to eating, keeping one ear pointed toward the buck. She thought he was quite handsome, but did brains some in a package deal, and would the buck know she was interested?
Well for the mkean time, she can play hard to get. Of course no other buck had shown interest as of yet but to her, that was a good thing.
Oh, she knew he was there alright.
Though she went about her silflay, that solitary ear pointed his way seemed to be an invite. He pondered over his next move. If he were a little younger, maybe he'd race across the down, show off a bit...
And perhaps she wouldn't have been impressed by that. A gift then, perhaps. A nice bit of cowslip or maybe some flay-rah if he could snag some. Though what did she like?
Brushing down his large thatch of fur atop his head, Nuthatch decided that perhaps meeting her first would be a good start. Wooing could always come after, once he knew what sort of doe she was and what she would be after. Besides, courage might count for something, and he certainly wasn't above letting her know he was interested.
He bounded towards her, not in the least bit shy.
"Lovely morning, isn't it?"
He grinned at her in a conspiring manner, standing as tall as he could before her to show off. Then as if it was no big deal, he nosed about for flay, not wanting to overwhelm her or seem desperate.
She twitched an ear.
"Yes it is. I think I've seen you on the down before."
Of course, small talk was easy, but to keep him guessing was more fun than just tossing bait into a river and seeing what fish come up. Milkweed gave a short hop away to a better spot to find flay. She wanted to see if he was really in for it all, hey maybe she could actually get him to stay with her, unlikely as it was.
His nose wriggled at that, swallowing what little flay he'd torn up.
"I would hope that you have, though it's a shame I haven't seen you around before. New to the warren then?"
He bounded after her, though kept a respectful distance as to not crowd her. Nuthatch wasn't exactly the bashful sort by any stretch, and thus wasn't terribly embarrassed about making it obvious that he was interested in her. After all, the worst that could happen is she would decline. Which wasn't a permanent answer most of the time anyway.
"Enjoying yourself here, I hope."
He tilted an ear at her with a slight smile, nodding once before sticking his nose back into the grasses as he searched out something better than just common silflay.
