Dustcloud rolls his eyes "I hesitate to ask, fine, what is it?"
Cottonwood begins to explain his plan to his recoiled brother, "One of us can eat the clover at a time while the other one lures the hawk away just enough for the other to fill our bellies, sound good?"
Dustcloud keeps his ears lain back with a straight browline showing an expression of annoyance.
"You've lost your mind."
"Come on now brother, I know we can outsmart a little old bird if we're fast enough."
"First of all" interjects Dustcloud looking up over the incline ears and paws clutched close to himself, "That's a 'Hawk' not a 'little bird', secondly, that is 'IF' we're fast enough."
Cottonwood hops up to be shoulder to shoulder.
"It's only fast as long as it has space to fly if we have it chase us near bramble we should be fine."
Dustcloud looks from his brother then to the clover.
"Fine, I sure as heck hope you know what you're doing here."
Cottonwood nods, "Alright, I'll go first but as soon as she sees me wait til I get closer to the other end before rushing out, deal?"
Dustcloud nods "Deal."
"Alright, I'll get into position."
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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...
