"Dustcloud! The field is clear."
He whispered loudly but with urgency.
On the other hand 'Dustcloud' laid deeper into the ground, and with his busky Californian accent he replied "No brother, I am very pleased with my surroundings right now." He almost enunciated with his cowardice. "Say, how about just grabbing the clover and bringing it here?"
The brown hare groaned and rolled his eyes in response before hopping a bit further into the clearing.
"Cottonwood! Wait up brother!"
The dust colored hare called from behind before racing forward to meet his brothers stride.
Chuckling 'Cottonwood' continues to make his way to a clover patch.
After only three hops into the clearing both their ears suddenly pick up as a shadow flies over head.
Both their eyes widen as they send each other fearful looks before both tilting their heads towards the sky, as they do this a large redtail hawk SWOOPS down above them!
"RRrr-run away!" Shouts dust cloud scampering forward.
Just behind him his brother cottonwood zigs and zags avoiding the talons of the bird of prey.
As he notices the bird lose its balance he gets an idea as he dives down into a creek bank out of reach.
This was gonna be a fun day for ol Cottonwood.
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-Warren- By Alexzandria Stormwielder
FantasyDuring the early goldrush of America a lot of stories and folktales arose across settlements. Tales of giants, white bison, and men covered with thick fur enchanted the minds of boys, girls, and men alike. Seeing as the country was just begining to...
