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Description
War-For-The-Warren

Name:
Pigeon

Age:
Young adult

Gender:

Doe (Female)

Warren:
Buttercup Hill

Rank:
Digger

Mentor:
none (unless someone wants to)

Skills:
Fast runner
Excellent digger
Great sense of smell and hearing
Loves to comfort and cheer up others if she can

Weaknesses:

Very weak
Scared easily
Easily distracted
Can't fight

Appearance:
A mixture of browns, Pigeon has cream markings that cover her chest, part of her face, one leg, her underbelly, and the bottoms of her feet. She has caramel colored spots that cover her face, ears, and body. A chocolate colored stripe starts at her nose and goes around her eyes before going down her back, covering her shoulders and her tail. Her eyes are a mixture of the caramel color that speckles her body. She is extremely fluffy, with fur at the top of her head giving her a mini mohawk appearance, and an extraordinarily fluffy chest and tail.

Personality:
+ Caring
+ Gentle
+ Kind
+ Loyal
+Sympathetic
- Easily frightened
- Weak
- Sensentive
- Gullible
- Cowardly

Pigeon loves to cheer others up when they are feeling sad or if they are hurt after a fight. Though she is very shy, it doesn't take her long to warm up to someone if they spend enough time getting to know her. She is one of the most loyal rabbits you will ever meet, refusing to leave anyone behind if there is danger. She enjoys spending time with others, even if it's just sitting there and enjoying the afternoon.

Backstory:
Kithood
Pigeon was born a hutch rabbit. Her mother, Latka, was kept by a nasty family who used her to breed rabbits they could sell. She never knew her father, but her mother told her that he was a handsome buck from one of their owners neighboring farms. Her mother used to always tell her these tales of wild rabbits that lived in large groups and were able to roam free, and how she had once been like them before she was captured by humans. Pigeon spent her youngest days daydreaming about one day being able to run free like those rabbits her mother always told her about.

Muddy paw
Around muddy paw age, Pigeon was still trapped within the hutch she was born in. Her mother was long gone, taken a while back by the humans. She never found out why. She met a wild rabbit one day, a young buck who's name she can't quite remember, who told her that he was there to get her and the others out of there. After a long night of trying to break through the cage doors, she was finally able to pull herself out and join the others with the buck. He told them where to head, and that they would meet some other rabbits at a place called "Buttercup Hill" and that they would be taken care of there.

Adulthood
It took Pigeon a little while to figure out how the wild rabbits worked. She was always out watching some of them, trying to understand what they were doing. She always took a liking to the ones that she saw digging all the time, and later decided that that was what she wanted to do to help. She was happy that she was able to help make the rabbits that saved her feel safe and at home.

Mate:
None (currently open)

Sexuality:
straight

Kits:
none

Kin:
Mother: Latka/Possibly dead
Father: Unknown/Possibly dead

Roleplay Example:
A lound bang exploded from the house in-front of the small rabbit, causing her to push herself into the far corner of the hutch she resided in. "Hush now, little bird. It's alright.." Her mother was quick to sooth her, curling up next to the kit and giving her forehead a lick. "The humans are fighting again, but they wont get you. Don't worry." Her mother cuddled with her until the kit fell asleep.

Latka threw a worried glance towards the house after making sure that her baby was sleeping. "They're doing that more often. I fear that means trouble for us." She looked across the room at the other rabbits that were trapped. They were huddled in a pile, some watching the house and some watching her. "What do you suggest we do, Latka? We're trapped in these tiny cages. There's nothing that we can do except sit here and wait for the next bout of torture." An older rabbit called out to her, a bit of malice seeping into her tone.

Latka looked back down at Pigeon, who was sleeping soundly curled up into her side, and let out a sad sigh. "We must hope that someone will come and rescue us."

Description
War-For-The-Warren

Name:
Pigeon

Age:
Young adult

Gender:

Doe (Female)

Warren:
Buttercup Hill

Rank:
Digger

Mentor:
none (unless someone wants to)

Skills:
Fast runner
Excellent digger
Great sense of smell and hearing
Loves to comfort and cheer up others if she can

Weaknesses:

Very weak
Scared easily
Easily distracted
Can't fight

Appearance:
A mixture of browns, Pigeon has cream markings that cover her chest, part of her face, one leg, her underbelly, and the bottoms of her feet. She has caramel colored spots that cover her face, ears, and body. A chocolate colored stripe starts at her nose and goes around her eyes before going down her back, covering her shoulders and her tail. Her eyes are a mixture of the caramel color that speckles her body. She is extremely fluffy, with fur at the top of her head giving her a mini mohawk appearance, and an extraordinarily fluffy chest and tail.

Personality:
+ Caring
+ Gentle
+ Kind
+ Loyal
+Sympathetic
- Easily frightened
- Weak
- Sensentive
- Gullible
- Cowardly

Pigeon loves to cheer others up when they are feeling sad or if they are hurt after a fight. Though she is very shy, it doesn't take her long to warm up to someone if they spend enough time getting to know her. She is one of the most loyal rabbits you will ever meet, refusing to leave anyone behind if there is danger. She enjoys spending time with others, even if it's just sitting there and enjoying the afternoon.

Backstory:
Kithood
Pigeon was born a hutch rabbit. Her mother, Latka, was kept by a nasty family who used her to breed rabbits they could sell. She never knew her father, but her mother told her that he was a handsome buck from one of their owners neighboring farms. Her mother used to always tell her these tales of wild rabbits that lived in large groups and were able to roam free, and how she had once been like them before she was captured by humans. Pigeon spent her youngest days daydreaming about one day being able to run free like those rabbits her mother always told her about.

Muddy paw
Around muddy paw age, Pigeon was still trapped within the hutch she was born in. Her mother was long gone, taken a while back by the humans. She never found out why. She met a wild rabbit one day, a young buck who's name she can't quite remember, who told her that he was there to get her and the others out of there. After a long night of trying to break through the cage doors, she was finally able to pull herself out and join the others with the buck. He told them where to head, and that they would meet some other rabbits at a place called "Buttercup Hill" and that they would be taken care of there.

Adulthood
It took Pigeon a little while to figure out how the wild rabbits worked. She was always out watching some of them, trying to understand what they were doing. She always took a liking to the ones that she saw digging all the time, and later decided that that was what she wanted to do to help. She was happy that she was able to help make the rabbits that saved her feel safe and at home.

Mate:
None (currently open)

Sexuality:
straight

Kits:
none

Kin:
Mother: Latka/Possibly dead
Father: Unknown/Possibly dead

Roleplay Example:
A lound bang exploded from the house in-front of the small rabbit, causing her to push herself into the far corner of the hutch she resided in. "Hush now, little bird. It's alright.." Her mother was quick to sooth her, curling up next to the kit and giving her forehead a lick. "The humans are fighting again, but they wont get you. Don't worry." Her mother cuddled with her until the kit fell asleep.

Latka threw a worried glance towards the house after making sure that her baby was sleeping. "They're doing that more often. I fear that means trouble for us." She looked across the room at the other rabbits that were trapped. They were huddled in a pile, some watching the house and some watching her. "What do you suggest we do, Latka? We're trapped in these tiny cages. There's nothing that we can do except sit here and wait for the next bout of torture." An older rabbit called out to her, a bit of malice seeping into her tone.

Latka looked back down at Pigeon, who was sleeping soundly curled up into her side, and let out a sad sigh. "We must hope that someone will come and rescue us."