Hop & Bog / Patrollers / Mentions: Frost, Aspen, Oat

Bog inclined his head to Frost and Aspen, accepting the answer. "I will go too, and bring some back for those that don't want to make the journey in this muck." He flicked his ear at Hop, a few extra droplets bouncing off the smaller buck's brown nose.

Hop wrinkled his nose and sneezed. Even if Bog didn't bring anything back, he would rather wait out the weather under a leaky bush or a taller rabbit.

"Er, Warchief?" Oat poked her head out of the warren, her dirt-caked fur running brown as the water pried the mud from her tiny ears and big head. "There's just about enough room. At least a few rabbits can get some shelter from the rain, just for a bit."

Frost | Warchief | Mentions: @everyone lol
The readiness of the two patrollers impressed the warchief, though he could understand why Hop would rather wait. The mud was probably tough on the buck's old injury - and he had travelled far already, it seemed. "Thank you," Frost said, "I'm sure we'll all be glad to eat something aside from soggy grass."
As Oat spoke, Frost hopped over to her, giving the excavator his full attention. "Excellent work, Oat." Time out of the rain would be appreciated by everyone, he thought. For him, definitely. "We've found some berry bushes that are close to the warren and no sign of any predators - you're welcome to visit them, but I'd like to tell everyone and make sure we're all in the same burrow, so to speak." The words were an effort for the shy rabbit, especially given the weather overhead, but he knew he wasn't done yet. Frost stamped loudly with his right hindpaw, an action he knew would act on instincts drilled into the rabbits over a thousand generations. Frost could see Flurry and Moon close by and already listening - it was likely Moon had overheard him, and there were Leaper, Scruff, and Splash looking up.
"Everyone," the pale rabbit called, raising his voice over the wind, "I have some announcements to make. Aspen, Hop, and Bog have found a berry bush to the east of the warren. It's not far, and there's no sign of predators. Feel free to visit it, but be back by nightfall. I don't want to lose anyone to bobcats. Same for tomorrow - those of us who aren't patrollers shouldn't be out in mid-day, so we don't run into sabers or hawks. If you see any sign of a predator, don't hesitate to tell Aspen or me.
"Secondly, thanks to the hard work of our excavators, we have a start on the warren. It won't fit all of us, though, so we'll have to sleep in shifts. If you would like to sleep outside, you may. Would anyone like to volunteer to do so?"

Aspen really didn't want to sleep outside but other rabbits needed to... "I can..." Aspen said her stomach growled the sooner we get the sleeping mess out the sooner I can eat she thought "permission to lead to the berries?" She asked

Hop & Bog / Patrollers / Mentions: Frost, Aspen, Oat

Bog glanced longingly at the burrow before shoving his smaller littermate towards the entrance. He knew how the cold bit into Hop's old injury.

He moved closer to Aspen. The sooner they could get the berries, the sooner he could sleep. Probably out in the cold, but still, any sleep would be a blessing if it was on a full belly.

Oat glanced up at the sky unhappily before crawling out of the burrow. Two more bucks could fit in if the big doe stayed out.

Scruff looked up from the spot where the blueberries sat. Frost was giving instructions about food and sleeping arrangements. 'Well I am kinda small so I should be able to fit in the burrow' Scruff thought before grabbing the stick with berries and hopping over to Frost. Once to the side of him, Scruff dropped the blueberries. "Bog had brought some blueberries when the patrol group came back, so some of the rabbits who don't want to travel in the stormy weather can eat these." Scruff basically hollered so Frost could hear him over the wind. The wind was blowing very hard, the small buck lowered his ears trying to hear something besides the loud whistle of the wind.

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Splash looked at her father as he gave instructions about food and sleeping arrangements. Splash did not want to sleep out in the open so she did not volunteer, since she was small for now until she grew up. Scruff's multicolored fur could be seen out of the corner of Splash's eye. She noticed he was carrying some blueberries. Her stomach growled, she was very hungry, she wanted to stuff her face with the berries but held the urge in. Splash did not want to get in trouble with her father.

Frost | Warchief | Mentions: everyone

Frost looked around at his rabbits, huddled together in the cold. The little motions of their bodies made sense to him; it was clear who was willing to sleep outside and who wasn't. Frost was of the latter category himself. It would be poor for the whole warren if illness was to take his life - for Aspen to have to adjust to both her new role and leave the patrol of the foreign area to an inexperienced leader was far from ideal.
With that in mind, the buck called, "Alright, for first shift in the burrow will be myself, Hop, and Scruff. At midnight, Flurry, Leaper, Splash, and Moon can take our places."
As Scruff spoke, the big Warchief's ears turned to the small denizen. "That's a good idea, Scruff." At the sound of Moon leaping into the woods, alarm shot through Frost and he had to stop the impulse to stamp in surprise. Doing so would only start a panic.
"Feel free to lead the way, Aspen," he said instead, perturbed.

Aspen nodded "every one who wants berries follow me!" She called she led the rabbits out of the clearing to the berries . Stopping every so often to make sure they all were behind her after a few minutes they got there all the rabbits seemed exited "here we are!" She said

Hop & Bog / Patrollers / Mentions: Aspen, whoever is getting berries

Hop gave his littermate a lingering glance before wiggling into the burrow for his shift. They all needed to be strong, well-rested, and well-fed.

Bog loped after Aspen, ears on a swivel, nose to the wind, but otherwise very calm for a buck in a more or less unknown land.

The patroller circled the bushes once or twice as the others ate, wary of anything desperate enough to face the weather. Nothing willing to leave their shelter in this weather would be put off by a few kicks or an energetic flight through the larch woods.