Mr. Cottontail
10-01-2016, 12:49 PM
He slept soundly with his siblings around him, and the large pup snuggled into his sibling at his side. He couldn't tell who it was, he was fast asleep. Occasionally his ears and paws twitched, small whines and muffled sounds leaving his maw. He was chasing a big buck in his dream, and he was going to catch it for his family to make them proud. He was just about to leap on it when it kicked out to try and strike him. He yipped out loud, spinning in his dream. But he lashed out with his hind legs within the den, and felt his paws connect with something. Or was that someone? Blinking open his blue and yellow eyes he looked at his litter mates. Had he kicked one of them? He hoped not! That would be bad, he didn't want them to be angry with him. Carefully he stood up, placing his too-large paws on the ground before jumping out of the pile. Glancing around, he noticed that he wasn't the first one awake. Were was his father? His white ears pinned towards his skull, and he took a few cautious steps up towards the mouth of the den. Peering out, he couldn't see him anywhere. Lifting a leg, he was tempted to go out and try to find him, but he hesitated with his paw in the air. They weren't allowed to leave the den yet, Fable didn't want to disobey direct orders like that. But what if Da was hurt? Whimpering, he paces back and forth at the entrance to their den, keeping his eyes peeled for their father. As soon as the grey and black man came into view, Fable's white and grey tail lifted as it wagged at an alarming speed. Letting out a sharp bark mixed with a whine, he bounced where he stood. It was like there was something blocking him from going out, he didn't dare do it with Creed watching him. It was then that he noticed that there was something in his mouth, a little white thing with a poofy tail. Oh, was that a bunny? He had seen them outside the den some times, as well as that herd of deer that crossed the plains. Was it for them? Could he play with it?? He was trying his best to tone down his excitement, but he couldn't help it. Fable was usually a pretty calm boy, but he was enthralled by all these new things that they were learning. He wanted to drink it all in and impress his siblings and parents, it made him feel to happy when he made them proud. When his father entered the den he bounced beside him, but tripped over his paws. He hit the ground with a thud, glaring down at the paws that tripped him up. They were just too big! Grumbling, he leaning down and growled, biting at his front paws with his sharp little puppy teeth. That would show them! Except when he chomped down, it hurt a little. Fable's demeanor quickly changed as he pouted, looking over at Creed and his siblings to see if they saw his oh-so graceful movements. It didn't keep him down for long though, as he jumped back to his paws and trotted after Creed. He told his brothers and sister to wake up, but he was already up! Did he get a special prize for being the first one awake? "Da, is that for us? That a bunny, rwigt?" he squeaked, leaning down to sniff at the still carcass. It wasn't moving as much as the ones that he saw outside. "Why it no hop no more?" he asked softly, wide eyes finding his father's face for an explanation. Walk, "Talk" Think |