The hawk loomed over a moment then pulled it's wings to it's side moving to dive upon Cottonwood, and just in the nic of time, he hops up to dive into the revine the hawk just barely misses him scraping off a small slice of fur on his neck.
Cottonwood tumbles down into the creek-bed thumping his head and shoulder from being nocked off balance.
Finally he slides to a halt, his ears flopping over lazily over his eyes, mumbling he asks his brother in exasperation.
"Did you get any clover."
Dustcloud bounds over in two steps spitting out the clover patch he ripped out.
"Sure did, got you a fair share too."
Cottonwood raises on ear to look before both his ears swoop back in joy as he hops up and eagerly eats his fill.
Dustcloud twitches his nose and looks up still weary of the bird.
"We should head back to our warren. Flint is expecting us to return before dark, not to mention my kits are probably waiting for me."
Cottonwood finishes off the last leaf of clover nodding, "You're probably right, we should find ourselves back if we follow this creek bed up stream."
Dustcloud hops up to his left facing the mountains "Alright, after you."
And with that they headed up the cliff making their way home.
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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...
