A/N: This is my first fanfiction for Warriors and Watership Down, both of which I love by the way! I thought about this situation earlier today and laughed about it, so I decided to post it. Constructive criticism is welcome. Thank you!

Crowfeather felt the gentle newleaf breeze twist his fur with light fingers as a warm sun banished the shivers of leafbare. He took a moment to stretch on the open moor before continuing to search for prey. It had been an especially difficult past season, due to a heavy amount of snowfall and, as usual, a limited amount of prey. He'd taken the liberty of hunting by himself, seeing as he liked being alone and escaping his Clanmates, some of who still doubted his loyalty to WindClan.

"They'll see," he whispered. "I'll show them that I'm one of the most loyal WindClan cats ever born!"

As soon as he'd finished speaking, there was a rustle nearby, and a small rabbit hopped out of the tall grass.

"Skinny," Crowfeather observed it quietly, "but it will do."

He gave chase; the rabbit took one look at the feral cat and dashed off like a nervous kit. Crowfeather felt exhilarated with the moor wind blowing against his face, pushing his whiskers back and daring him to go faster. His tail billowed out behind him like the dangling branch of a willow tree, light as air.

As the rabbit lost its strength, Crowfeather used his long limbs to pounce. He was about to deliver the killing bite when he heard a little voice cry out.

"Stop! Please, cat, stop!"

Crowfeather looked around, keeping his weight on the prey. He saw nothing but hills and grass.

"Who's there?" He called out. "Huh, probably some troublesome apprentices."

"No, cat, it's me, down here!"

Crowfeather stared down at the rabbit, eyes wide in shock. "Did you just…"

"Yes, sir," the rabbit replied. "My name is Fiver, oh, please, cat, don't kill me! I just wish to return to my home! I was gathering herbs, you see, and I—"

"Wait," the lithe warrior shook his head. "You can talk. You're a talking rabbit?"

"Cat," the rabbit replied. "I do believe that all rabbits can talk."

"I've never heard one," Crowfeather growled. He felt a strange sympathy for the rabbit, who was quaking with fear, eyes as wide as two full moons. "Well, rabbit, what's your name?"

He seemed reluctant to reveal his identity, but finally gave in. "Fiver, that's my name. Now please, don't hurt me!"

Crowfeather stepped off of him, dazed and astonished. "I won't, Fiver, don't worry about it."

"Oh thank you cat, thank you! Just wait until Bigwig hears about this. Goodbye, cat!" Fiver hopped off from the direction he came from, tail bobbing and ears flapping.

Crowfeather blinked to make sure he wasn't imagining the whole thing and turned to head back to the camp, his legs moving mechanically. Certainly he wasn't telling anyone about this!