heiwako - Hobbyist, Writer | DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Literature

On a Moonlit Night

I stretch to my fullest height testing the air. Good, no enemies nearby. The cool crisp air bites into my tender nose, but my fur keeps most of it at bay. Twitching an ear in satisfaction, I continue eating the sweet grass that I have found. Maybe I will tell Swift how to find this patch, if he is nice to me that is. I snort sadly. Swift is the closest thing I have to a friend in the entire warren and even he will not follow me on my nightly excursions. "You are a fool, Blacky," he says every time, chewing his pellets. "The moon guides those she favors, usually to nice, fat rabbits to eat. You should learn how to be like the res