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Einna Firekeeper rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-20)
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 Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2019 11:49 am
Warren Redeemed
Redeemed
Finch has always been aware that she and her twin were just different than the other kits in her litter. She knew her parents could tell too. They treated her and Magpie differently. It was as if they knew right away even. She had 6 other siblings and they were all exactly the same. Orange and black and sweet and stupid and named after flowers. She and Magpie though, they were devoid of all color. Just black and white and their parents had named them after birds, as if they knew they just didn’t fit in. And well, they didn’t.
Finch was currently hopping circles around one of the smallest siblings, The Brat as Finch thought of her, but her name was actually Pansy. Finch and Magpie were 100% certain this little Brat had been eating more than her fair share of food in the burrow. She was the smallest too! She didn’t even need all that food. While Finch hopped dizzying circles around her, every once in a while darting in to whisper “Dirty, thieving Brat you are,” in her ears, Magpie was staring at her with a stone cold glare demanding she tell the truth. It was a common sight around their burrow but that’s because all these annoying little siblings were THIEVES! They totally ate more than they should and it “ISN’T FAIR!” She shouted this last part right into her sister’s ear as she unexpectedly hopped right next to her. The Brat started crying, of course and her twin Magpie shook her head in disgust. They knew they were getting close though. She would break any moment….
“What is going on here!?” The shocked voice of their mom called out as she bounded into the little clover patch they had been concealed in. Finch and Magpie looked at each other and grinned before immediately hopping away in unison. Their mom screaming after them but also needing to stay and comfort The Brat, making for a very easy get away.
The two stayed away from the family burrow for a bit to let things cool down before making their way back in time for dinner. It was a somber affair with all the siblings glancing fearfully at them and trying to maintain their distance, and their mother and father staring at them with distrust and disgust all over their faces. Mostly Finch and Magpie just ignored all that though. Finch was way more focused on watch exactly how much food each kit was taking and shook her head when she saw The Brat sneak extra. She nudged Magpie and pointed it out to her and the two exchanged a look. It was starting to storm outside and the rain was pelting the top of the burrow when all the kits were finally told to head to bed. Finch let it quiet down, waited until she could hear the snores from her father, and then snuck over to where Magpie was already up and standing over the little thieving Brat. Finch waited for her nod and then, practically vibrating with energy, she snatched the little kit up with one paw over her mouth before dragging her out into the opening just at edge of the burrow.
The rain was making so much noise they knew they wouldn’t be heard and Finch tossed her younger sister to the ground and held her down with one big back foot. Wiggling her toes against her stomach so that she kept squirming, looking up at them totally terrified. Finch excitedly watched as Magpie began wheedling at her with her words, trying to get the little Brat to confess but she just kept LYING. It was infuriating. Eventually Magpie seemed to get fed up and reached out and snatched one of the kit’s whiskers right out of her face! She shrieked and started sobbing but Finch just had a huge smile on her face. That was crazy!! She was about to tell Magpie just that when the thundering of adult rabbit hops hit their ears.
Their parents came stampeding up the burrow tunnel and took in the scene before them. Their mother grabbed The Brat out from under Finch’s foot and pushed her away at the same time. Finch and Magpie stood side by side glaring at their family, as of course all the other dumb flower babies had followed their parents and were staring at the twins wide eyed. Their father rumbled at them to leave and never come back and their mother shook their head and turned away, herding the other kits back down to the safety of the burrow.
Their father looked like he was about to physically kick them out, but Finch didn’t wait to give him the satisfaction. She glanced at the storming weather outside, gave her twin a nod, and stepped out into the pounding rain without once looking back. She felt Magpie fall into hop beside her and knew that no matter where they would go, anywhere would be better than here.
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CherryChomper rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2019 1:19 pm
Redeemed
Magpie’s mind darted around as much as her twin did physically. Her emotions jumped between annoyance and amusement. Finch and her were twins out of a litter of eight. Six perfect orange and black flower named brat babies and her and Finch, the black and white outcasts. She didn't care though, these bunnies were dumb! Her parents were dimwits that couldn't see the need for order. She and Finch just wanted things to be fair and just! What was so wrong with that!?
So here they were dinner done and listening to their mother once again fret over the “peace” of their “home.” And “how could they torment they’re poor sister?” Pft some home! Is home where your own alleged family takes more than their fair share!? This didn't feel like home. And anyway she couldn't wait to get her hands on that brat again! They’d seen this supposed “sister” taking more than her fair share of food and that was just unexceptable. A rage boiled up in her then subsided as a wave of warm contentment washed it over with the thought of forcing a confession out of the little runt later. She was getting excited now about the inevitable interrogation. She nudged Finch, rolled her eyes and let a sly smile cross her face. The message was clear; mom’s a loser and we’re going to get that brat later!
Later that evening when all was quiet, Magpie snuck over to where the little brat lay sleeping. She waited for her sister and when she saw Finch was ready she nodded; let’s do this.
They drug the little brat to the opening of the burrow and Finch pinned her down with her foot. Far from the family and under the cover of the sound of pouring rain, Magpie stared down into the weak and corrupt face of this runty “sister.” For a moment she was fascinated by the fear in her eyes, but then a touch of warmth came over her. “You poor tiny thing. Your just so hungry aren’t you?” “Nnnooo I’m fine.” stammered the runt. “I bet you are fine, aren’t you? Because your full of EXTRA!?” She broke the soft soothing voice and yelled the last word. Finch always in tune gave a little extra push with her foot. “I don’t knnnow whwhawhat you're talking abbbout.” Just then Magpie filled with an unbelievable rage. That lier! She had to DO something! The urge took over her body and without thinking she reached down and ripped a whisker from the brats dumb, lieing little face. Before she could process what had just happened their parents came thundering up the tunnel to the opening. She knew they had crossed a line and felt, more than anything, relief that they could be done with this stupid place. It was no surprise that her shocked and horrified parents turned them out. As she hopped into step with Finch, out into the pouring rain, she held her trophy proudly.
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