I couldn't sleep as easily as I expected after cheering Pipkin up. Meeting those rabbits and informing us of the thrilling tale spun in my head through half the night; They were all imprisoned in the same cell with Chestnut. Him and another kitten around his age that went by the name of Walnut. Rawfinn Warren being a place for those who blasphemed and damned to Hell, damned even in life by the way they were treated. They informed us of the the punishments and penalties which they dared not tell Chestnut for the harrowing material; back clawing, grinding calms into the head, biting ears of with teeth biting into paws until the blood they held drained. I shuddered at that type of penalty; only two years ago I experienced that injury when an enemy tired to bite my paw off. And as for the ear ripping I could only hope Jason would not experience that. He could be a daring little idiot when he wanted to be so I could not be too positive, but as long as Michael was his authority I should relax. After all, Michael was a Black Belt in Karate, trained Judo for three years, got a degree in Taekwondo and fenced since he was eight. That would pretty much explain how he could fight well as a rabbit in spite of me being experienced in this universe for two years before him. And of Rosie, I would need to ensure she was safe with us, especially Cynthia since she was already asking for trouble with Daffodil and just before she met him she was fawning on Elliott Edderdeen.

I got up, softly nuzzled Rosie was sleeping right by me and I went back outside for some night are, a possible benefit to help me get some sleep but then I gasped as I saw a silhouette.

It turned to reveals Pipkin's face and he looked worried.

"What are you doing out here, Pip?"

"I - I had a bad dream," he shuddered. "I thought the lovely view would help me."

I hopped up to him and sat next to him.

"What was the dream?"

Pipkin gulped and explained, "I was back at my birthplace and there I saw two skeletons, possibly my parents. Then I heard voices saying 'It's you're fault, Pipkin. We're dead because you were born. Your life took ours'. I sometimes wonder if it's true."

"I doubt that completely," I assured him. "I never met your parents, I never met you as a baby but I reckon they wanted you to see tomorrow. My mother always says to me that she and Dad love me and Jason more than we would ever know. I've watched movies that somewhat prove it."

"What are movies?" asked Pipkin.

"I'll explain another time," I said. "But you must never blame yourself for these sort of things. It's horrible when people do such a thing because death and circumstances are no one's fault. Only fate decides when our times come. I bet their spirits are here with us right now, your father could be patting your head this very moment and your mother kissing you endlessly."

Pipkin's ears drooped. "I once told Fiver that I want to have my own warren where no one fights. He said he could see me now with a beautiful doe and nine kittens."

"They could all do with a father like you, Pipkin," I said. "But they will need a father that will teach them not to blame themselves for such things. Like when you called yourself a coward when we were in Zarkworth Arkton Wood? We cannot have that type of father. We need one that teaches kittens not to be afraid or ashamed. And for the matter of finding a doe, you will find one. I know you are disheartened about not having Cynthia but you will fine one, since there are loads of gardens to raid."

I put a paw around his shoulder as he rested his head against me.

"May I sleep with you tonight?" Pipkin asked. "I want some company after the nightmare I had."

"Of course," I smiled. "Me and Rosie need some company too after the tales we heard of Rawfinn."

Soon we were back in mine and Rosie's chamber, Pipkin snuggling next to me. Pipkin was one to love due to his honesty of needing help since he has become a teenager. Many at that range would be in denial and think they can do stuff themselves. I learned a lot from Pipkin during my first visit and we deserve more rabbits like him. I know that even though I was proud of him becoming a grown-up I knew I would miss the bunny he was forever.

Fiver was looking up at Big Brother Hazel who stared at their lifeless mother with a look of anger. Fiver hopped up to her body but Hazel picked him up and glared at him, no longer the smiling brother to him.

"You killed her. We are orphans because of you. You shouldn't have been born."

"AGGHHH!"

Fiver woke to find himself resting on top of Hazel who awoke to the scream.

"What's wrong?"

Fiver jumped off Hazel and ran out sobbing "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Fiver crouched by the entrance of the burrow and sobbed heavily. Hazel hopped out to find him.

"What on Earth has happened?" said Hazel, shocked by the sudden episode.

"Mother died in front of us and you said it was my fault and I shouldn't have been born!"

"What?" said Hazel incredulously. "I didn't say that! I would never say that!"

Fiver looked up confused.

"You've just had a horrible dream."

He sat next to Fiver, put a paw of him and nuzzled his head. He sat on his bottom and placed Fiver on his lap cuddling him.

"Shh, now, shh, it's alright."

Fiver buried his face into his brother's chest.

"I hope it wasn't a vision," Fiver whimpered.

"Of course it wasn't," said Hazel as he dried his little brother's eyes. "I would never say you shouldn't have been born. That's the last thing I would ever say to you."

Fiver nuzzled his bottler's chest once again, feeling warm and safe. He had no idea where he would be without him. But then he thought of another thing invited in the dream:

"Did I kill mother?"

"No," said Hazel kindly. "I forbid you to ever thing such a thing. Death from birth just happens. You are not responsible at all. You know, when she first laid eyes on you, I don't think I ever saw her more happy."

"She favoured me?"

"Erm, no," said Hazel. "I put it like that didn't I. It was just something involving me which made her overworked. I was rather difficult and immature but when I first laid eyes on you, I felt like a new person."

"But you said you wanted to die before I was born," said Fiver.

"I did," said Hazel. "That was part of everything, but I'm straying off topic. Mother loved you very much and when she was dying, I promised her that I would look after you no matter the circumstances."

"And you've kept it," Fiver pointed out, now smiling. "Even though are a numpty at times."

"You watch yourself, my buck," Hazel chuckled. "You maybe a father but you're not too old for a hiding."

He pushed Fiver's head gently back and Fiver head butted Hazel's rather rough.

"I'm sorry," he gasped.

"Don't worry," Hazel forgave, rubbing his head. "Like I said, I use my brawn, you use your head."

Fiver smiled nut then he thought up something else, "Are you certain it might not be a sign? What if it meant that Snowflake would die and I would disown Chestnut? I don't want to do that. I would never dream of it. He means more to me than anything. I'm scared, Hazel."

"If you love Chestnut that much," said Hazel comfortingly, "I don't see you hating him because of something. Gillia, Snowdrop and Mallow might commit a crime but I would still love them with all my heart."

The talk of the kitten reminded Fiver of something he had been wondering; naturally he kept this question to himself in case he would anger Hazel and Primrose but on this occasion he could nit help himself.

"Are you sure there's only three of them?" asked Fiver. "Because something tells me you had four."

"Yes I'm certain we had three," said Hazel looking suspiciously. "Why do you think that?"

"I don't know," said Fiver. "It's just a feeling. I had a similar feeling when I felt Campion was alive when we thought he was dead. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said any of this."

"Here now," said Hazel. "It's alright. You're probably just tired after this nightmare."

"Maybe you're right," said Fiver though he still had that feeling but chose to keep it with him for now. He remembered how he spoke to Blackberry about feeling Campion is alive and he upset her. He didn't want to upset anyone like that again.

"Let's get back to sleep, shall we?" said Hazel.

"Yes," said Fiver.

Hazel rested against the slope, pulling Fiver against his chest.

"Go back to sleep now," he whispered. "I'm right here if you are frightened."

"You promise?" asked Fiver looking up at him.

"I promise," said Hazel as he licked Fiver's head. "No one messes with your big brother."

With these words, Hazel bounced his chest muscles making Fiver giggle. He snuggled deep into his chest, assured that Firth blessed him with such a wonderful brother, a brother who stayed with him in his youth when no one else would.

Jason kept his ears open for any sound of an owl, wolf or even another rabbit. At least he would be doing something. Something he would get credit for, other than just being the keeper of a stupid, summoning whistle. The night wind was blowing gently. Jason down at the little fun park in the distance. It seemed like the sign that nothing was here that needed worrying about. It wasn't like Larkspur's lair was around here. He imagined this his brother Super Leo would just appear. This was a dream after all - wasn't it?

"Out for a little night breeze are we?"

Jason gasped as he saw the stocky, maroon rabbit hop up to him smiling.

"You startled me - Somethingberry?"

"Strawberry," said the rabbit. "So if I startled you. You know, you should let the others know you'd be out here. Who knows what might capture you?"

"I can do anything," said Jason offended. "No one at home seems to realise."

"What do you mean?" asked Strawberry as he sat next to Jason.

"Mam and Dad trust Leo more than me," said Jason. "Just because of his stupid plays. I don't see how that counts. I'm a PS4 expert and I take time to study, my grades tend to be rather poor despite my effort, now everyone's precious Dawn-Rah's head is so fat he thinks he should have that golden necklace while I summon those who stray into New York City or wherever."

"New York City?"

Jason looked at him. "You know, Manhattan?"

Strawberry shook his head. "I know no such place. We rabbits know nothing you humans know."

"Ah, okay," said Jason, gobsmacked that his moment of sarcasm didn't work.

"Why do you think they trust Leo more?" asked Strawberry reasonably.

"Well," said Jason. "During the summer, my dad wanted us to help clean the entire house so it was neat to come back to after our holiday. I shirked it by playing my PS4 thing. Then Leo always takes stuff down my aunt's house when I could do it - I always say I'm busy on the game. And then two summer ago I nearly got him -" he paused, ashamed of his actions.

"Arrested?" said Strawberry.

"Yes," confessed Jason. "I was jealous of him. I wanted to show my parents I could do stuff but I got myself grounded and sent to summer school."

"Hmm," said Strawberry. "I think I see where this has lead. You spend too much time on that - thing and then you got your brother in trouble. I think what needs to happen is you should make more of an effort. That way hard work can earn you a name."

"How do you know?" grumbled Jason.

"Long before your brother came here," began Strawberry. "You wouldn't believe the sight of me. I was so fat, my belly could be forgivingly mistaken for a white cabbage. I arrived at Watership Down and all I did was sleep all day and not make much effort with helping expand the burrows. But all of that changed to a little frog I met. He convinced me to reflect and I worked hard ever since. Thanks to all that, I've got a new body to be prideful of."

"So," said Jason like he was uninterested in the story, "what point are you making?"

"Imagine you are me and I am that frog. Everything I said should help you reflect."

Jason reflected on all of the times he had played all day, neglected his studies, came home with poor grades and his older brother reading, tidying, helping and doing a productive activity.

"I ought to try everything Leo does," said Jason rather reluctantly. "Just for a go."

"It'll work," said Strawberry. "Soon after that, people will rely on you. Like everyone at the warren now asks me for extra paws with burrows because of how fast I dig."

Finally, Jason smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Strongberry," he said.

"Good one!" laughed Strawberry.

"But I reckon Leo is angry with me now," Jason said when he finished laughing at his joke. "He said I should go with him so he could look after me but I thought I could look after myself."

"He only wants you by his side because he is your brother and he knows this is your first time here. If I'm frankly honest, you couldn't ask for a better brother."

Jason thought well about this. He only wanted to prove he was man since he was currently sixteen but as he was a first timer here unlike Leo who had been here two years longer, he was pretty much keeping an eye on him but he rejected him like (what he thought would be) a man. Plus, had he agreed, he would have been with Pipkin who was literally the first real friend he'd ever had. Most of his other friends encouraged him in yard fight resulting a long history of detention sessions.

"I'm willing to help if you want to keep an eye out tonight," offered Strawberry.

"I'd appreciate it," said Jason but rather mumbly.

"There's no shame in admitting you need help," said Strawberry patting his head. "You have the making of a real Owsla. Perhaps Bigwig will find a place for you."

That was another thing that made his night better; he found Bigwig rather pompous and intimidating but for an army he was developing, Jason thought this should be the opportunity to prove his opportunity to change and help out - maybe even a secret mission for himself during the journey if necessary. Who knows when the time might come? Michael might be so proud as to give him the golden gem to wear.