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Description
Name: Hutch [Shortened from Hutch rabbit]
Nickname: N/A
Age: 2 years [24 Months]
Gender: Doe
Rank: Captain
Mentor: Grey-eyes [Deceased]
Skills:
+ Speed - Long legs and a lean body, Hutch is built for running and is deceptively fast for her size.
+ Size - Hutch is Large, as in almost abnormally so, especially for a Doe. Humans sure like to meddle don't they?
Weaknesses:
- Size - One of her greatest strengths yet also her greatest weakness, it is hard to try and be sneaky or hide, when you are larger than most rabbits Small speces? Also not the best friends of Hutch.
- Water - Hutch is unable to swim. Rabbits should not have to in her opinion. Also... water just plain freaks her out when it is deeper than her "knees". Like, honestly, who even likes water!

Appearance:
The first thing you will notice when you see Heather is... Damn, thats one big rabbit. The Lean, big Doe sure sticks out like a sore thumb.
Rumours float around that whoever her Mother was must have layn with a hare at least once, the truth however is far from that.
Her pelt is a dusty brown with lighter highlights and an asymetrical set of spots/flecks on the left side of her chest.
Hutch has a lean build, clearly meant for speed, but you would not want to catch a whack of those big paws of her.

Personality:
+ Loyal
+ Reasonable
+ Suprisingly optimistic
+ Quiet
+ Thinker

- Doesnt always question orders
- Appears cold
- Disinterested
- Aloof
- Distant

Backstory:
Humans like to mess with things, especially when it comes to their pets.
Hutch, formerly named Springstep, was born a Hutchrabbit, despite what the rumours may say, she is 100% rabbit, although a big one.
The biggest of all her siblings to be exact and the apple of a farmers eye, who was certain he was going to make nice profit of the massive rabbit at the fair.
But it was not meant to be. A summer wildfire decimated the farm, rescuers just barely managed to open the Hutches that contained the Farmers prized pets and the Rabbits fled, scampering off into the grassy ditches, away from the hot flames.
Ironically, Hutch did not gain a fear of fire due to this, but a fear of water. The ditches were filled with foamy, stinking water, carrying ash and sweeping away one of her smaller siblings away into the pipes, the humans too busy trying to tend to the fire to see the escaped rabbits.
Water, was never the same to Hutch after this.

Eventually the runnaway rabbits found a warren, there werent many of them that remained, many having been snatched up by Elil in the night, but the Hutch rabbits, never having been in the wild, never having been taught the way of the Rabbits, did not know.
The warren took in the rabbits, glad to increase their own numbers and taught the kits and adults how to survive, told them the stories many rabbits before them were told.
However, the whispering soon started, when Hutch was starting to grow more and more, her ears large and pointy and her face sharp, rumours and whispers about her parentage.
Her mother was shamed and Hutch could not witniss this any further. so, young as she was, she left, hoping to give her mother and remaining siblings some closure and some peace.

Still named Springstep, Hutch traveled the world as a rabbit, known as a Hlessi and this became who she was for a little while, just being known as Hlessi, leaving the name Springstep behind her.
She learned to survive, to fight, to want and to need.
Eventually, she came upon the Bogweed warren.
Most would expect the young rabbit would have immediatly been taken in as a prisoner, however a rabbit named Grey-eyes saw potential in her and mentored her.
The old captain was a stalward companion of the big doe for many moons, He was curious about her past and while she kept most of it close to her chest, she did admit to the older Rabbit that she used to be a Hutch rabbit.
Grey-Eyes did not seem to care, saying she should carry her herritage with a grain of pride, so she did, renaming herself Hutch.
Most Rabbits think it is just a name to symbol she can be a closed of as a Hutch, few know the truth, many of those who do are far away, or, as grey-eyes, dead.
Hutch sometimes thinks about the old rabbit that mentored her and missed his dry wit and sarcastic remarks that have tainted part of her own demeanor.
But she is happy do fulfill what he saw in her and soon after her training was deemed complete, she rose into the rank of a Captain.
(at least one paragraph per rank. Eg 1 para for kithood, 1 para for muddypaws/privates ect.)

Mate: None
Sexuality: Asexual
Kits: None
Kin:
- Rosebud [Mother] - ALIVE
- Haymere [Brother] - ALIVE
- Seedstep [Sister] - ALIVE
- Carrowstead [FATHER] - ????
- Crowcroak [Brother] - deceased

Roleplay Example:
The Tunnels were cramped and not always ideal for somebody of her stature, her body lowered and her weight distrubuted more onto her knees, she slowly followed after her mentor.
Grey-Eyes, his vision worsening over the past moon, used his whispers and the tip of his ears that brushed the ceiling, to navigate the tunnels.
Hutch tried to peer past him, to see where he was leading them, but her head bumped against a low sticking root, causing her to sneer at it in disdain and causing Grey-Eyes to chuckle lowly, his voice croaky "Watch your head."
The doe could merely roll her eyes at him and reply with as much snark as he gave her "I'll try to remember next time." her voice was low, soothing the old Bucks ears as he suddenly took a left into a nesting nook.
Smelling the area with the slightly heigher ceiling, Hutch determined that this most be Grey-Eyes' nest.
sure enough, the buck flopped down on the dry spot he claimed as his own, his almost unseeing eyes, clouded in age and possibly the cold he never quite recovered from after last winter focusing on the large doe who sat up straighter once the ceiling allowed her to do so.
"I have taught you well." the old Captain croaked, making Hutchs' ears perk upward, bumping the ceiling. "And you will teach me for many more moons." she assured the older Buck, causing his breath to leave his chest in a wheezing chuckle.
Hutch, suddenly more aware of her Mentors mentality and health, sagged slightly ad she approached the older Rabbits nest. "Maybe we should share nests tonight, the spring air is still quite chilly!" she spoke, lowly as to not allert anybody else to their conversation.
The buck let out another whoeezing chuckle as he put his head down on the dry surface below him "I would not mind that." he spoke quietly, essentially welcoming Hutch to his side.
She didn't hesitate and curled slightly around the frailer old body of her Mentor. "Maybe you can teach me how to track that annoying Homba we've been smelling around the woods for a while now." she spoke quietly, continueing her smalltalk well into the night, past the point where Grey-Eyes chest stopped rising and falling, refusing the leave her Mentor alone until daybreak, when she finally had to admit that her Mentor was no longer running.

Description
Name: Hutch [Shortened from Hutch rabbit]
Nickname: N/A
Age: 2 years [24 Months]
Gender: Doe
Rank: Captain
Mentor: Grey-eyes [Deceased]
Skills:
+ Speed - Long legs and a lean body, Hutch is built for running and is deceptively fast for her size.
+ Size - Hutch is Large, as in almost abnormally so, especially for a Doe. Humans sure like to meddle don't they?
Weaknesses:
- Size - One of her greatest strengths yet also her greatest weakness, it is hard to try and be sneaky or hide, when you are larger than most rabbits Small speces? Also not the best friends of Hutch.
- Water - Hutch is unable to swim. Rabbits should not have to in her opinion. Also... water just plain freaks her out when it is deeper than her "knees". Like, honestly, who even likes water!

Appearance:
The first thing you will notice when you see Heather is... Damn, thats one big rabbit. The Lean, big Doe sure sticks out like a sore thumb.
Rumours float around that whoever her Mother was must have layn with a hare at least once, the truth however is far from that.
Her pelt is a dusty brown with lighter highlights and an asymetrical set of spots/flecks on the left side of her chest.
Hutch has a lean build, clearly meant for speed, but you would not want to catch a whack of those big paws of her.

Personality:
+ Loyal
+ Reasonable
+ Suprisingly optimistic
+ Quiet
+ Thinker

- Doesnt always question orders
- Appears cold
- Disinterested
- Aloof
- Distant

Backstory:
Humans like to mess with things, especially when it comes to their pets.
Hutch, formerly named Springstep, was born a Hutchrabbit, despite what the rumours may say, she is 100% rabbit, although a big one.
The biggest of all her siblings to be exact and the apple of a farmers eye, who was certain he was going to make nice profit of the massive rabbit at the fair.
But it was not meant to be. A summer wildfire decimated the farm, rescuers just barely managed to open the Hutches that contained the Farmers prized pets and the Rabbits fled, scampering off into the grassy ditches, away from the hot flames.
Ironically, Hutch did not gain a fear of fire due to this, but a fear of water. The ditches were filled with foamy, stinking water, carrying ash and sweeping away one of her smaller siblings away into the pipes, the humans too busy trying to tend to the fire to see the escaped rabbits.
Water, was never the same to Hutch after this.

Eventually the runnaway rabbits found a warren, there werent many of them that remained, many having been snatched up by Elil in the night, but the Hutch rabbits, never having been in the wild, never having been taught the way of the Rabbits, did not know.
The warren took in the rabbits, glad to increase their own numbers and taught the kits and adults how to survive, told them the stories many rabbits before them were told.
However, the whispering soon started, when Hutch was starting to grow more and more, her ears large and pointy and her face sharp, rumours and whispers about her parentage.
Her mother was shamed and Hutch could not witniss this any further. so, young as she was, she left, hoping to give her mother and remaining siblings some closure and some peace.

Still named Springstep, Hutch traveled the world as a rabbit, known as a Hlessi and this became who she was for a little while, just being known as Hlessi, leaving the name Springstep behind her.
She learned to survive, to fight, to want and to need.
Eventually, she came upon the Bogweed warren.
Most would expect the young rabbit would have immediatly been taken in as a prisoner, however a rabbit named Grey-eyes saw potential in her and mentored her.
The old captain was a stalward companion of the big doe for many moons, He was curious about her past and while she kept most of it close to her chest, she did admit to the older Rabbit that she used to be a Hutch rabbit.
Grey-Eyes did not seem to care, saying she should carry her herritage with a grain of pride, so she did, renaming herself Hutch.
Most Rabbits think it is just a name to symbol she can be a closed of as a Hutch, few know the truth, many of those who do are far away, or, as grey-eyes, dead.
Hutch sometimes thinks about the old rabbit that mentored her and missed his dry wit and sarcastic remarks that have tainted part of her own demeanor.
But she is happy do fulfill what he saw in her and soon after her training was deemed complete, she rose into the rank of a Captain.
(at least one paragraph per rank. Eg 1 para for kithood, 1 para for muddypaws/privates ect.)

Mate: None
Sexuality: Asexual
Kits: None
Kin:
- Rosebud [Mother] - ALIVE
- Haymere [Brother] - ALIVE
- Seedstep [Sister] - ALIVE
- Carrowstead [FATHER] - ????
- Crowcroak [Brother] - deceased

Roleplay Example:
The Tunnels were cramped and not always ideal for somebody of her stature, her body lowered and her weight distrubuted more onto her knees, she slowly followed after her mentor.
Grey-Eyes, his vision worsening over the past moon, used his whispers and the tip of his ears that brushed the ceiling, to navigate the tunnels.
Hutch tried to peer past him, to see where he was leading them, but her head bumped against a low sticking root, causing her to sneer at it in disdain and causing Grey-Eyes to chuckle lowly, his voice croaky "Watch your head."
The doe could merely roll her eyes at him and reply with as much snark as he gave her "I'll try to remember next time." her voice was low, soothing the old Bucks ears as he suddenly took a left into a nesting nook.
Smelling the area with the slightly heigher ceiling, Hutch determined that this most be Grey-Eyes' nest.
sure enough, the buck flopped down on the dry spot he claimed as his own, his almost unseeing eyes, clouded in age and possibly the cold he never quite recovered from after last winter focusing on the large doe who sat up straighter once the ceiling allowed her to do so.
"I have taught you well." the old Captain croaked, making Hutchs' ears perk upward, bumping the ceiling. "And you will teach me for many more moons." she assured the older Buck, causing his breath to leave his chest in a wheezing chuckle.
Hutch, suddenly more aware of her Mentors mentality and health, sagged slightly ad she approached the older Rabbits nest. "Maybe we should share nests tonight, the spring air is still quite chilly!" she spoke, lowly as to not allert anybody else to their conversation.
The buck let out another whoeezing chuckle as he put his head down on the dry surface below him "I would not mind that." he spoke quietly, essentially welcoming Hutch to his side.
She didn't hesitate and curled slightly around the frailer old body of her Mentor. "Maybe you can teach me how to track that annoying Homba we've been smelling around the woods for a while now." she spoke quietly, continueing her smalltalk well into the night, past the point where Grey-Eyes chest stopped rising and falling, refusing the leave her Mentor alone until daybreak, when she finally had to admit that her Mentor was no longer running.