The Animal Clans, Part 1: The Rabbit Newcomer

Clan Membership

Leader –
Duskyfur

Deputy –
Tawnytail

Healer –
Petalheart
*training Bluepaw

Fighters –
Brownear
*training Leafpaw
Twitchynose

Creampelt
Berryswing
*training Yewpaw
Dawnleaf
Blackdown

Mages –
Hollypool
Grapeslash
*training Sunpaw
Fruitfur

Whitedawn
Lilydawn

Spies –
Jackalfoot
Merryheart

Fairies –
Rosesong

Others –
Lavenderheart
*training Chocolatepaw
Ravenfeather
*training Cherrypaw
Lollytrip
Greenflower
Ferndawn

Retired –
Sapfur
Dewtail

Brooders –
Cloudheart
Daisyfoot
Mistycloud

Prologue

                A checkered giant lumbered into the clearing, where he was most unexpected. Fury and war flashed in his eyes, and the clan leader knew there was going to be trouble.

                Faded, faint red spots stained his glistening, snow-white fur. His mouth was covered in black, as if it were a mask to prevent him from telling a secret. His ears were smoothed back with the same color, and black flecks danced across this face. Then his dark black muzzle loomed over the brown and white dwarf leader, who almost cowered in terror. This was one fighter they wouldn’t be able to beat.

                “R-R-RabbitClan!” she squeaked. “At-t-t-tack this rogue!”

                She knew her death would be no use in protection for the clan, for when she saw the checkered giant fight she knew that he was one of the most vicious rogue rabbits she had ever met in battle, or even in her lifetime.

                “Duskyfur!”  a Florida white rabbit called out. The dwarf turned around. “What is it you want?” she asked shakily.

                “The battle is being lost!” the rabbit wailed. “Please help us! What are you going to do about it?”

                A male brush rabbit silenced her by touching her mouth with his nose. “Why don’t  you take some rest?” he suggested. “You’re a great leader, and we don’t want to lose you.”

                “What in the name of SkyClan are you talking about?” she hissed. “Just because I’m a female and I’m a dwarf doesn’t mean I’m weaker than you, Tawnytail!”

                Tawnytail bowed his head. “Sorry, Duskyfur,” he breathed. Then, flicking his ears, he hopped back into the battle with the clan against one checkered giant.

                A Netherland dwarf limped towards Duskyfur, blood gushing down from an open wound in his hind leg, turning his light-colored coat into scarlet.

                “Creampelt,” sighed the leader, “you’re supposed to visit the healer! How many times do I have to tell you that?” She gazed deeply into the half-blind fighter’s eyes. “Or, you could visit a mage and have them try to heal you with magic. And fortunately, an experienced mage is right here!“ Duskyfur nodded to the Florida white. “Whitedawn, take Creampelt to the healer’s hut.” Duskyfur left them and ran over to where the battle lay, and blood spilled.