The reason I put in this story was just to keep you guys satisfied because I wasn't able to focus on The Power of Love due to college work, also having to rehearse for Gypsy and learn my lines for A Midsummer Night's Dream and rehearsing for my Seven Brides for Seven Brothers audition, but I hope you will enjoy this.
Woundwort was gone for good. The birds were singing and the sun was shining. Fiver couldn't be more at peace. But by the corner of the hill, he saw Pipkin looking upset.
"Pipkin?" he asked. "What's wrong?"
"What we've done," he explained.
"But the war's over," said Fiver. "What could possibly be wrong?"
"Well," said Pipkin. "I suppose I feel guilty. Woundwort didn't mean to be the way he was. It wasn't his fault."
"I know, Pipkin," said Fiver. "I feel sorry as well."
"Not only do I feel sorry for Woundwort, but I feel guilty because my parents wouldn't want me to be a rabbit at war. They'd be angry if they were alive."
"They would be really proud," assured Fiver smiling warmly.
"But they wouldn't," said Pipkin.. "They would be angry. I put you in close danger to a badger, and I brought you to Woundwort when he had me. I caused too much trouble."
"The badger incident was my fault," said Fiver. "I shouldn't have given in to peer pressure like that. But I learned not to judge by appearances because of you. An important lesson I learned, worth a belly full of apples."
"I just wish I was someone else," said Pipkin, letting nasty tears fall from his eyes. "I am usually a peacemaker and I failed. When I grow up, I want to leave and make my own warren. A warren that worries about nothing."
"I'm sorry you're unhappy, Pipkin," said Fiver bringing himself closer to the distraught buck. "But happiness was all we ever wished for you when we first met. I remember they entire day, us in the meadow where we found this little kitten shivering in fright. We are so happy to have him even now."
"Bu when I was with Woundwort," sniffed Pipkin, "I felt pain for al he went through, and know I joined a war in which he was defeated. I feel like a traitor. I deserve to be in Campion's feet, crushed by the boulders and killed."
"Don't go there, Pipkin," said Fiver hugging him. "We all love you. No matter what wrong you do, we will still love you no matter what."
"I love you al too," said Pipkin. "But I would like to make my own life someday. But there's no place like home."
"No there isn't," smiled Fiver. "And there never will be. I don't want you thinking you cause all these things. Not like I did."
"Could you see if there is a future for us to be happy?"
"My visions work like that," said Fiver. "But I do see happiness for you. I can see you with a beautiful mate, and nine, sweet little children living happily with no elil to threaten your warren."
"Thank you, Fiver," said Pipkin as he hugged him. "I know this may be silly, but are you fine with me calling you brother?"
"Of course," said Fiver. "You'll always have a brother figure while Fiver is by your side."
"Thank you," said Pipkin. "I suppose I only should be fighting just for defense."
"And we fight to protect what we love," said Fiver. "Which is one another."