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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]Well, he took a nap for what, a few minutes, and look what happened. Note to self, stop napping. Wait, no. Keep napping. Good things come to those who sleep. Apparently.


    Watershipdown woke up to feel something fuzzy near him, which was surprising as all he felt half the time was his own fluff. But, no, there was actually something. He looked up and there was this tiny baby rabbit curled up right next to him and everything. It was just this tiny bunny, and it was the cutest thing in the whole world and he loved it already. He made a very unmanly noise.


    [b]"Bunny...!"


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify][size=8]//VEry unmanly noise


    Mer was already well on her way in Watershipdown's direction, but certainly not on purpose. Albeit it was a delight to see the male when she rounded some foliage, and a grin immediately spread. She was bounding towards him, tail wagging, when she spotted the bunny. It was so tiny, so fragile.. she almost forgot to halt her bound. She skidded on the minimal amount of leaves, thankfully not injuring her or the other two. She then approached with the utmost amount of care.


    "It's so cute," America murmured quietly, leaning down to sniff the baby rabbit (though not making contact as to not disturb it's sleep).

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    Micronkit would approach curiously, his ear flicking as he looked at the small bunny. "Where'd you find it?" The curious feline would ask as he limped over, sitting down nearby the group with a tilted head. He was wondering why a bunny, out of all things, would be near a cat- but then, he remembered one had been a member in PhantomClan when he had visited there. Maybe he should try to ignore stereotypes, oops.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]He nodded to America with a very happy smile, watching as it shifted with it's tiny baby legs. Must...resist...urge...to squeal...!


    "I don't know. I just woke up and it was there. I wonder where it's mother is...?" As much as he didn't want to, he couldn't help but assume the worst. Maybe he just didn't want to say it. He could relate to the little bunny, his own mother had died when he was very young. That had been absolutely traumatic, and he still got sad thinking about it. So he tried not to. That didn't mean he'd forget, no. [b][color=#8B5A2B]"I think I'll take care of it."


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]Tessellessence, classic Tessellessence, dear old (young, well no, he was old in the soul) critical Tessellessence, immediately had criticism of the RiverClanner's new friend. Not because he was actually critical, but because he hated happiness when people didn't know shit. And clearly, Tess knew everything. Right? "Do you know how to take care of one?" The medicine cat questioned, looking down his nose at Watership and the rabbit.

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    He looked up, blinking with a slight frown. Actually..."I do, actually. I raised a few when I was a child." He answered quietly, shifting slightly. He felt a little uncomfortable by Tess' tone and just...how he acted. WD was a quiet guy, he didn't like confrontation and he'd be damned if he said a mean word to anyone. So he didn't.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;font-size:11px;text-align:justify;width:500px]More cute animals in the Clan that was starving. Yay. Note the sarcasm. Cottonpaw padded over, scowling at the creature. "Just... be careful with it, 'kay?" the girl mewed softly, her words shaky. The ducklings clustered at her paws, a few squawking, most simply looking scared.