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 Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2019 10:18 pm
Every wise bun has a story to tell. This is a collection of their first stories, or how they became Founders or joined the Arbor Warren.
When a bun is elected onto the Founder's Council they will need to tell their story, however they see fit, for the lore keepers to keep it.
** When posting your story you may edit as much as you need to. Please keep it all to one post. There is no maximum or minimum, just tell your bun's name and a story however you are comfortable. **
ONLY FOUNDER ROLES CAN POST HERE. If you are a founder and this thread is locked just contact Sullivan to let you in =D
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2019 11:47 pm
~ Smudge ~
Smudge did not know he was going to run away... until he had already done so.
The burrow Smudge was born in was a very drab and boring sort of burrow, in a quiet, drab warren on the edge of Meadowsweet. The rabbits ate, slept, made babies, followed their rules, and that was really all there was to their lives. They were all very similar colors, they all had similar tastes. A smudged nosed little runty kit, the youngest of a very average litter, Smudge felt awkward from a very early age among his fellow rabbits. He wanted to play in the mud, frolic, carve silly images on the burrow walls, and put flowers on his head. Berries fascinated him endlessly, but there were very little around this warren. He was dramatic, creative, easily excitable! Basically, he was a handful, he was 'odd' and drove his family and most other rabbits nuts. They lived their whole lives to not attract attention, and Smudge was very often the center of attention no one wanted to give.
As a young buckling, Smudge was wandering farther than usual from the burrow, following his whims and whatever pretty flowers he saw, when the he came to the edge of their known 'safe zone'. Pausing, he reflected about going back. He didn't relate to any of the other rabbits in the burrow, no one back home would understand just how perfect and lovely that pansy just over there really was. What... if I just keep going?He thought... and decided to go further and further, looking in wonder at all the flowers in bloom in Meadowsweet he had never looked at before.
After wandering all day, Smudge suddenly realized he was very very far from home. He felt confident he could find his way back, but ahead was a lusher, greener place he had not explored before. There were bushes and old trees, even vines. It was the edge of Sunset Acre, which he did not know then. But... did he even want to go back? The little rabbit made a very bold decision then, and decided to follow his fabulous little heart! It's time to find my own place in this world! With that thought, he bolstered his courage and ran forward into the green field and shade of an old bush.
It did not take long for Smudge to realize how very alone, and very small he was. There were no premade cozy burrows, not siblings to keep him warm. The sun fell, and a terrifying hoooo hoooo sound paralyzed him in his tracks. This is bad! He thought, Bunnies should not be out in the dark! In a panic, the buck darted forward, dodging the plants and trees and shrubs. In his mad dash, he spotted a hole that looked like a sort of burrow and catapulted down into it headfirst, heedless what may be in it!
"OWWW~!" Cried a small voice, as he collided with something soft but solid.
"What the???" It was too dark, his eyes took a moment to adjust, and before they could he was kicked upside the head and knocked right over!
That was the day he met Fivespot, and their stories wove together.
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2019 11:48 pm
~ Fivespot ~
The digging was hard work, and she kind of hated it. Shoving and kicking another pile up out of the burrow she was working on, Fivespot flopped half out of the hole to catch her breath. It was getting dark, but she was pretty much done! After a moment she went back down to look at her work.
The burrow was not the nicest thing, but nice for a First Burrow. It was a rite of passage in her warren that doelings build a burrow when they were of an age to be on their own. But Fivespot had not wanted a burrow with the warren, she had ignored all her mother's suggested spots and wandered half the day looking for THE SPOT. Finally, she had burrowed under an especially pretty clump of crocus growing among the roots of an old bush. She had even chosen many lovely little twigs, leaves, and an assortment of flowers to line and decorate it. Unlike the burrows back home, hers was colorful, fun and FAB! But now it was dark, too late to go back all the way home, so she decided to stay in it and see how it felt really being an independent doe.
It turns out it is scary and very creepy to be alone in a strange new burrow. She could not get to sleep and kept hearing strange noises in the night. Unable to sleep, her thoughts chased themselves around. Perhaps I will never leave home again... I should have never wandered off.... mother was right....what if there are predators... She finally was dozing when suddenly she heard a scrabbling racket at the top of her burrow. There was just time to sit up when a furry thing collided with her! She hollered, and without thinking, walloped the thing with a hard kick!
Blinking, she looked down in the dark to see a furry shape, it felt like a rabbit, laying there. It was breathing, but apparently ...unconscious? And now its dumb fat body was blocking the entrance. Debating if she should shove him out, or burrow around him... she finally decided to do neither and just blocked her tunnel up a bit and went deeper in to try to get some sleep. She awoke a bit later, to find the entrance still mostly blocked with a sleeping young bunny body half-covered in dirt and had a little laugh at the night's scare.
"Hello?" Fivespot poked him gently, then more rudely, and Smudge rolled over, blinking. After a quick startle, and hasty apology, he settled into an account of his adventures. Finding she related quite a lot with this strange, dramatic buck, she shared her own story and they passed most of the day chattering and hopping about. By nightfall they felt like they had been friends for their whole lives, and they decided to camp out in the burrow again.
Smudge knew it sounded foolish, but it was easier to talk in the dark about his secret ideas of finding a home where they could hang flower garlands from the trees, and paint the burrow walls, and smash berries for inks... he was scared she would laugh. But she didn't. "It would be so lovely to have fun.. make things, DO things... there must be more to our lives than digging burrows!" She sighed, smacking the dirt wall with a foot.
"Come with me Five!" he said excitedly, and taking her own bold move, she agreed.
Their journey had more adventures, and they found more friends along the way that shared their dream... and one day, they came upon THE SPOT. An old, abandoned rotted wood creation with thick old vines holding it all together provided a bit of shelter above ground, and the dirt was rich for burrowing. And they all knew it for what it was... HOME!
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2019 8:15 pm
~Pip~
Pip was jumping on his freshly made bed of picked flowers. He wore a large petal on his head and had wrapped a vine of some kind around his shoulders. He was very engaged in a little show he was putting on with two flowers he had found that fit oh so neatly over his paws. Then he heard it.
A joyful giggle!? He had only known himself to make such a sound. He popped up higher on his back legs and looked around. Not too far off he saw two bunnies looking at him. They’re laughing! And not in a mean way, but with pure joy! He felt a warm bubbling up inside himself. He closed the distance between them in one giant leap. And immediately began talking way too fast. “My name is Pip! And I never ever met anyone outside of my warren before, I've never been outside before! And these are real life flowers and I love them! Have you seen them!? Do you want to hear my story!? I’ve had a great adventure today!”
The Bunnies seemed to agree, with amusement and maybe some confusion, that he should tell his story. Pip was delighted! He had always wanted to tell stories. Not in the dull, boring way his warren would drone out the ancient stories. No, he wanted to tell exciting new stories in a fun way. He wasn’t sure how to go about doing that, but like he’d always done in his life, he began with little thought and let his body follow.
“Well, this morning was my BIG MORNING OUT”. He stood up tall when he spoke those last three words and splayed his paws out dramatically. As he explained the rite of passage where you get to step outside the warren burrow for the first time ever, he paced back and forth. He waved his paws dramatically as he described the lessons he had to pass in order to even be allowed out. Then with great intensity he described the walk to the warrens main opening. “So, it’s my first day and I’m hopping along with the guard and I can see the light!” He paused and made an overly dramatized face of shock. “Then I could smell a million wonderful new smells.” He flared his nostrils. “And I couldn't wait! I didn't want some little walk around! I wanted to explore the world!” He stood up on his hind legs again and tried to look brave and purposeful. “So I leaped forward and knocked over the guard.” He mimicked bunnies falling to the wayside, then crouched down low and darted in fast little hops. “This is how you run in the tunnels.” He said, panting as he darted in little circles. He stopped suddenly, “then I got outside and I was so amazed!”
With more dramatic gestures, faces, and movements, he described how he escaped the guard and came to be playing by himself in the flowers. He could tell his new friends enjoyed his story. He felt like he’d brought them joy. He was so in love with this feeling! He came to learn their names, Smudge and Fivespot. They shared their stories and plans with him and invited him to join them. Pip felt for the first time in his life like he was accepted. They like my crazy ways! And they’re so glamorous with their decorating ideas and plans for dyes. His old Warren used dyes, but only to paint the same lame symbols over and over again. He was brimming with excitement for his new life. “You know guys,” Pip said as the sun hung low in the sky, “I thought today was already the best ever, but then I met you guys… who knew life could be so good.”
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Fashionable Exhibitionist
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2019 10:22 am
~Caper~
Most of Caper’s life had been one long journey. He’d left his warren as an adolescent to venture out on his own, abandoning the well-loved principles of family and safety in numbers to pursue his wanderlust, gallivanting across the land on a great long adventure that had at long last left him tired and missing home. He was on his way back, though it seemed he’d quite forgotten where exactly he had left it.
Still, that was what Caper considered a long-term problem. Right now, staying hidden and watchful were more important. Tucked safely behind a little lean-to shelter made of bark and grass, he snoozed lightly as evening fell. His days of travel had been long, and though his paws itched to move, the rest of his body told him to rest. The road to finding his family would be long - if indeed they still welcomed him home - and Caper was but one bun in a great big world. He would need the rest.
The buck was rudely jolted awake by the sudden loud sound of buns conversing beside his shelter, practically bellowing out some story as if it didn’t behoove them to be quiet – as if it wasn’t important to travel safely through these meadows. With a quiet groan, Caper rolled onto his tired feet and emerged from the shelter with an unamused glint in his eyes.
“I don’t suppose you lot have ever thought to be quiet?” he asked with no preamble. The three buns in the motley crew stared at him in sudden surprise, and Caper found he couldn’t quite bring himself to stay irritated by their youthful optimism. “I just meant it’d be smart to stay cautious. You never know what’s lurking around the corner.”
He trailed off, suddenly wishing he hadn’t been quite so blunt from the get-go, and was about to turn and reenter his makeshift burrow when he found himself being plied with questions from all sides, asking him who he was and where he had come from, and would he like to come with them to build a fantastical warren full of dye and fun?
His first instinct was no – he’d learned to live his life solo, reveling in his own grand adventure, beholden to nothing and no one. Part of him still believed to his core that the wild was calling to him and that he had to respond. And yet, wasn’t he on his way back to a home he couldn’t find? Why not just build a new one? Caper eyed the three eager faces before him, thinking that they might really need his help, that it couldn’t hurt to have someone who thought quite extensively about keeping himself safe.
“Well…” he said finally, still not quite sure what had possessed him to say the words. “I guess it couldn’t hurt.” The wide-eyed cheer and optimism around him were rather infectious, and after a moment’s pause, Caper managed a big smile of his own. “This will be its own adventure! We’d better make it a real good one.”
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Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2019 11:05 am
~Little Brother~
He was the youngest of a litter of does, so naturally they called him Little Brother. His family resided in Bramblefell, a strict and joyless warren that valued function over all else. In a family where everyone seemed to understand the importance of keeping their heads down and respecting the rule of law, Little Brother stood out in all the worst possible ways.
From a young age, he made it obvious that rules were made to be broken. The more he was told to behave, the more he misbehaved. Throughout his adolescence, Little Brother was punished for his small acts of defiance – purposely leaving obstacles in the brambleberry patch, sneaking past the warren guards, disrupting the days of Bramblefell’s dutiful workers with incessant pranks and petty thievery. He was on a first name basis with most of the guards, who came to regard him with an air of resigned weariness.
So it was that Little Brother found himself refusing to swear allegiance to the all-powerful King Joxer – quite the opposite, in fact. He spat on the King’s name and tore out of Bramblefell faster than they could say the word “Banished,” then spent the next two days running out of the Tanglewood, avoiding the mysterious predators that had lurked outside the warren’s perimeters all his life. He came tumbling out into Sunset Acres not long after that, amazed by the wide openness he saw stretched out before him.
Not a day after that, he was prowling in the early morning when he heard quite the stern, “Stop! Who goes there?!” Little Brother peeked his head around the corner and found himself face to face with a steely-eyed buck who stared at him quite warily. All of a sudden, our protagonist found himself wondering about all the pranks he could possibly play on this terribly careful stranger. So lost was he in his thoughts that he almost missed the arrival of the other three, who turned out to be much friendlier than the first bun and wasted no time asking him where he was from.
“I’m from the Tanglewood!” he replied quite proudly, seeing the first buck’s brow twitch with curiosity. “I was banished from my warren because they didn’t appreciate my pranks.” It was basically true. Little Brother didn’t believe for a second they would have let him stay, even if he had sworn his allegiance to King Joxer. And it was quite a rush to be a rebel.
His new acquaintances seemed quite happy with his explanation, and they promptly traded their stories for his, explaining to him that they were looking for a place to start their own warren – one where there were no tyrannical kings and buns were quite free to do as they wished. Would he like to join? Little Brother only had to consider it for a moment before nodding enthusiastically. “I know how to tend to brambleberry patches,” he said, although his experience lay mostly in getting them as tangled as possible. “I’ll bet I could tend to some other kinds of plants too.”
And so they all joined ways, with Little Brother shooting Caper surreptitious glances every few paces, wondering exactly how the stern buck would react to all his little tricks.
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