(( XD I started it with her still being a rouge and not knowing she was that close to home. AKA Watership. She was basically swiped up by a cat as an outskirter, the cat was young, and not sure of its first hunt and thus lost its prey. However not before dragging her a ways away from the Warren. Not knowing the way back Mud went in a random direction which happened to be away from the warren. She has basically made a huge circle around the warren geographically and is just now getting back home. I wasn't sure where you wanted me to start it so I figured at the beginning would be a good place. XD Let me know if you want anything changed. ))
Mud Flower had wandered close to a warren, she knew this due to the smells in the air and a few other signs she had learned to pick up on. She was careful, not wanting to be spotted by any of the warren rabbits. She had long since given up on finding her home warren; it had been many moons since she had been taken from it by a young cat. She figured it was lost to her and while she still remembered the rabbits of the warren she couldn’t remember much else about it. Just that it had been safe and a place where she could rest without worry. Above all else she remembered her darling little sister, Creek, had been her name.
Her ears twitched at every sound as she pulled herself from her memories. Now was not the time to get caught off guard daydreaming about times long past. She needed to stay alert in order to stay alive, and that was all she was doing now. Living day to day, hoping the next one didn’t bring her demise or the call of the black rabbit. She was lonely but she was also used to that. She wasn’t even sure why she was fighting anymore, fighting to stay alive. Was it just a bad habit or was there a point to it?
She lowered herself down into the grass vanishing into it as she nibbled on a few soft blades of grass. It had been nearly three days since she had seen another rabbit and five since she had actually spoken with one. She started slightly and whirled around at the sound of a twig snapping, there was nothing there. Sometimes she wondered if she was losing her mind, if she would one day just go off the deep end. She wasn’t sure but she felt it might be possible, she had heard tales of rabbits going stark raving mad out in the wilds.
She settled back down to eat, her ears ever alert for sounds. She needed to eat, to pack on the food to keep herself alert. She would need to eat a lot; it had been awhile since she had had a good healthy meal. Most of the time it was grabbing a few bites to eat while on the move, never staying still for too long as that could get you in trouble.
Mud Flower had wandered close to a warren, she knew this due to the smells in the air and a few other signs she had learned to pick up on. She was careful, not wanting to be spotted by any of the warren rabbits. She had long since given up on finding her home warren; it had been many moons since she had been taken from it by a young cat. She figured it was lost to her and while she still remembered the rabbits of the warren she couldn’t remember much else about it. Just that it had been safe and a place where she could rest without worry. Above all else she remembered her darling little sister, Creek, had been her name.
Her ears twitched at every sound as she pulled herself from her memories. Now was not the time to get caught off guard daydreaming about times long past. She needed to stay alert in order to stay alive, and that was all she was doing now. Living day to day, hoping the next one didn’t bring her demise or the call of the black rabbit. She was lonely but she was also used to that. She wasn’t even sure why she was fighting anymore, fighting to stay alive. Was it just a bad habit or was there a point to it?
She lowered herself down into the grass vanishing into it as she nibbled on a few soft blades of grass. It had been nearly three days since she had seen another rabbit and five since she had actually spoken with one. She started slightly and whirled around at the sound of a twig snapping, there was nothing there. Sometimes she wondered if she was losing her mind, if she would one day just go off the deep end. She wasn’t sure but she felt it might be possible, she had heard tales of rabbits going stark raving mad out in the wilds.
She settled back down to eat, her ears ever alert for sounds. She needed to eat, to pack on the food to keep herself alert. She would need to eat a lot; it had been awhile since she had had a good healthy meal. Most of the time it was grabbing a few bites to eat while on the move, never staying still for too long as that could get you in trouble.
