Thistle sat back, ears poised high. He had heard something again. But he didn't smell anything. He didn't see anything. Thistle had no desire to send all the rabbit bolting unless there was a real threat. What if they got split up?

Thistle went back down on all fours to continue feeding.

Thistle sat up and turned around at the thump. Noticing that Mayberry had fallen, he hopped over to where she lay. He figured it was because of the wound, and sniffed her right hind leg. It didn't smell of infection.

"It doesn't seem dirty. But it probably aches." Thistle said. He licked the wound, to make sure it was clean, then sat back to let Mayberry get up.

Thistle said nothing, and watched Thyme eat the cowslip. He was tempted to go over and have some himself, but he felt Thyme deserved it after his ordeal in the snare.

Thistle combed his ears, then set to work, nibbling at the grass surrounding the wheelbarrow.

the

splattered

cow

OOC: Hope you don't mind if I jump forward a bit.

IC: The last rays of sunlight vanished below the horizon, and it was dark.
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Thistle awakened with a sudden start. He got up, and looked around. The others were still asleep. He decided to let them sleep a little longer. It was still fairly early in the morning, but it was light outside.

Thistle yawned, and hopped towards the rusted gap, then paused. He thought he heard something, but it was probably just Mayberry of Basil.

slowly

"Yes. I don't think the man will come out this far, but there's always other elil." Said Thistle, as he hopped into the shelter of the wheelbarrow. The cumilated fear from crossing the road, passing the farm, and the snare had worn him out. Once he lay down, Thistle went to sleep almost instantly.

lept