Author: BunnyLover29936 PM
He was a nameless bunny. A wolf attack left his home destroyed, siblings killed, and mother gone. How would he survive, a tiny bunny, all alone in the big, bad world? Reviews appreciated. The idea was my little sister's.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Tragedy/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,526 - Reviews: 8 - Updated: 11-17-12 - Published: 11-16-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3074919
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He poked his nose out of the hole, whiskers twitching, large brown eyes blinking, body shivering in the cold. Darting back in, he gazed at his mother and siblings.
He was nameless, known to his mother as rabbit # 5, the fifth of seven to be born.
His mother didn't know him, she couldn't tell them apart. She wouldn't know if he was separated, lost, or eaten by a wolf.
She was an old bunny, this was her twenty-eighth litter. She was nearly nine years, ready to abandon her babies in order to survive.
Her babies were almost a month old. Their eyes were open, they had grown fur.
It Was winter, fluffy snow blanketing the ground. The rabbits stood out from the white with their dark brown fur.
*Crack!* Something big snapped a branch outside.
*Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!* It tramped across the snow, leaving muddy paw tracks.
The bunny flattened his ears down by his body. His family backed up in their hole, but he scrambled up against it and started digging a way out.
A low growl could be heard, and a sleek gray body could be seen dashing across the opening.
The gray wolf positioned himself behind their burrow... and leapt.
The burrow came crashing down in seconds.
He picked himself up and shook himself. The snow was stained with blood. Though not his, he felt as if he had shed it. The mother had deserted them, fleeing as soon as the first growl was heard. Four of his siblings were eaten, one was dying quickly, and another was wounded. He had only escaped with a small scratch. His brother was bleeding from the stomach. His sister was cut on her back right leg, a deep cut that would leave a long scar for the rest of her life.
He licked his brother, the last touch they would have before he died. The bleeding bunny closed his eyes and lay down, heartbeat slackening, stopping.
He rolled his brother over, against a tree. Kicking some leaves over him, he ran with his sister into the woods.
They groomed themselves and lay, stomachs empty. Closing their eyes, they fell asleep.
They woke up to the sounds of birds chirping and squirrels chattering. He uncovered some frozen grass and chewed to keep his mouth busy. He was thinking of what would happen to two baby bunnies alone in the wild. Would the wolf come back and eat them? Would they freeze to death, or die of starvation?
A hawk flew high above and swooped down. Worried, the bunnies hid. But the hawk only caught a mouse.
He turned, looking for his sister. She was gone. He was alone. All alone in the big world.
He gave up, laying down, waiting to be found.