After getting their breath back, Chestnut and Walnut decided to dig a burrow far off so the Rawfinnians didn't stand a chance to catch them. They dug near a little stream. Walnut was bigger and stronger than Chestnut who, on the other hand, dug quicker than a fox, even Walnut himself was lost for words for he expected him to be rather slow for his size. Thinking back, had he started digging back at the chamber where they first met, he would have probably dug them a way out. But then, all the other rabbits, Tiger-Lily, Zinnia, Huckers, Thumper, Aster and that compost heap of a rabbit Cornstalk would have still been imprisoned.

After digging the burrow as wide as they could, Walnut went to look for some berries and grass while Chestnut took a break from all his work. Walnut had arrived with a brand of berries for them to share. Walnut took his time, but Chestnut who was so hungry wolfed his share down in a second.

"Small rabbit, big appetite," commented Walnut.

At that moment, Chestnut responded with a loud, healthy hiccup, shocking Walnut who eventually sniggered. Rather embarrassed by it, he quickly changed the subject.

"There are times I wish I wasn't so small," said Chestnut sniffily. "Daddy says it's fine to be a runt because he's one."

"But you can dig faster than anyone," said Walnut. "None of us could. Even that inbred Cornstalk was surprised by it."

"What's an inbr-"

"Sorry, I shouldn't really be saying those sort of things when you are young. Forget I said that."

Walnut contained his share of berries and Chestnut started outside, the rain now beating heavily. It should be enough to block their scent form any of the Rawfinnians if they were to pass by.

"So how did you know about Daddy?" asked Chestnut.

"Hawthorn, Iris and Tubular constantly spoke about him," replied Walnut swallowing his last mouthful. "A cursed brother that was reduced by the oldest out of them. I heard about some rabbit that read the future," responded Walnut. "You possibly inherit the same gift as him only in a different view. You dream things that hold the future such as that rabbit's death."

"I'm not sure," said Chestnut with guilt. "I think I made it all happen. I don't see this as a quicksidence."

"Coincidence," corrected Walnut. "It wasn't your fault. There was nothing you could do."

"At least I didn't fall into the Valley of Fire," said Chestnut. "That was scary. I know I deserve to be there but I'm scared."

"Don't be a numpty," remarked Walnut. "No one should ever say they deserve to go there. Papa says every mistake, even the darkest, is forgiven. But like you figured it out, it resembled Rawfinn, a place of death and misery."

Chestnut thought about all this; Carnation had said many things relatable to what Walnut had said.

"What was it like when you found yourself alone?" asked Chestnut.

"I just had to live it," said Walnut but held an expression of uneasiness. "Papa was the one papa I could always wish for and never ask for more; he was always there for me, taught me to fight, showed me everything I needed to know and he was even confident enough to let me look after myself. I got his permission to look at the stars, when a weasel attacked. It was about to eat me but Papa took my place, allowing me to escape."

Chestnut felt his heart tighten in pain and tears started to fall out.

"What's wrong?"

"You're an orphan," sobbed Chestnut.

"Quite a strong description," said Walnut. "Because there were some of the others at Rawfinn - and now you."

"Then why did they leave us?"

"You can't blame them. No one would want to stay near Rawfinn for a while, even brave Aster fears it. Mind you I would love to stay just to see Tubular hurt himself physically."

And Walnut put on a cruel, but very clever impression of Tubular.

"Hur, hur! Pain is my thing! I enjoy it! Someone please kill me so I can have paradise!" and he pretended to slit his chest with his claws and enjoy the taste of blood.

After controlling himself, Chestnut smiled.

"I know! You could be my brother! You'll have a Daddy and Mama again!"

"What?" said Walnut who looked taken aback.

"You don't have a family, so I thought maybe you could live with me. We'd be brothers!"

"Well," said Walnut looking as if he has just been told he was going to be a father at a young age. "I'm none too sure. I mean, I never met your father."

"He is the best father in the entire word!" claimed Chestnut. "He's gentle, he's kind, he's funny and he likes to tickle me a lot. I even like to nibble his ears to tickle him. Then at night, I always sleep next to him and I always feel safe, warm and comfortable and he sometimes serves as my own nest which I prefer more than a regular one, because it's him."

"That's almost the same with my father," said Walnut looking rather sad.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" said Chestnut. "I didn't mean to brag!"

"Oh it's fine," smiled Walnut. "With dads of our own, how fun and excellent they are, us kittens have no choice but to brag. What's your mother like?" he added.

"She's very pretty," said Chestnut. "Daddy said he met her when he found her by a stream singing. She sings like a bird, she always sings me off to sleep. She also taught me how to dig fast."

"Well, I'm guessing I could if I match with them," said Walnut. "I suppose the reason I'm so hesitant about the offer is because I don't want to forget about my own father."

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you did," said Chestnut. "He'd want you to have a new family. He wouldn't want to think you as an orphan. I know I don't. Daddy and Uncle Hazel were ones themselves."

Soon, the two kittens settled themselves down ready to sleep. As Walnut closed his eyes to sleep b thinking about Chestnut's offer to be adopted by his own parents. He had to admit, he really liked Chestnut. Yes, he was small and little but he couldn't help feeling responsible for him, especially back at Rawfinn when he was being bullied by Captain Hawthorn and it was fun to tease Lieutenant Tubular to make him feel less scared with his – abnormality towards inflicted pain. Then standing up to Cornstalk intimidating him as well that cold, mysterious Larkspur, he never had a younger brother before but Chestnut already felt like one. To stand up to Larkspur with all that tongue and cheek he had given was, deep down, a challenge, because he knew that Chestnut was just a toddler and he needed someone for protection, someone to make him feel less scared so it was literally a miracle Larkspur spared them and imprisoned them. Yet it was an even more good thing that Chestnut could dig otherwise they would not be fighting for freedom this very moment.

At that thought, he felt a physical contact between his fur and there he saw Chestnut snuggling into him. He smiled at the little kitten and, for some reason, drifted easily to sleep.

Chestnut felt warm snuggling into Walnut's fur, but he missed his father being his bed, he missed sleeping comfortably on his soft, warm belly rising him up and down, which felt like heaven to the young kitten. But on this occasion, snuggling into Walnut like this was like having a big brother for real. He wondered if his father felt this way as a buck when sleeping with Uncle Hazel?

He suddenly felt perfectly tired. Though he was not sleeping on top of his father, he felt well protected with Walnut around. Deep down he hoped that Daddy and Mama would adopt him because, though he had only known him, like a big brother.

Chestnut had a very lovely dream, making up for the two previous ones. He dreamed was sleeping outside a sunny tree resting against Walnut. Hs father was sitting over him, smiling.

"Daddy!"

Chestnut pounced onto his father knocking on his back and he covered his face with licks and nuzzles as much as he could give him.

"You are looking well, Prince Winter," said Fiver as he gave him a strong cuddle in his arms sitting up. They cuddled for five minutes until Fiver got up, put Chestnut on his feet, held his paws and started to walk around, his son in balance. After a few seconds, Chestnut tickled his father's paw with his own and he fell on the floor and he started to tickle him all over. His father was a lot more ticklish than he looked. Finally, Fiver lying on his back breathless, Chestnut stood on his belly triumphantly, proud that he had finally tickled his father and tired him out.

"I finally got you!" laughed Chestnut.

"Indeed you have," panted Fiver as he picked him up and held him into the air. "I'll get you back."

"Can we play Hide and Seek next?"

"I'm afraid there isn't any time," said Fiver looking sad. "This is only a dream, Chestnut. I'm only a figment of it. I'm only here to tell you that me and the others are coming for you, including your new friend."

He nodded at Walnut sleeping rather lazily in the sun.

"His name is Walnut, Daddy," said Chestnut happily. "I want to adopt him as my big brother. I've always wanted one. Won't you adopt him? Oh, won't you?"

"Of course, Prince Winter," said his father. "He deep down wants a new family. I can see in his own past life."

As fast as a frog would hop, the night appeared.

"Can you sleep with me, Daddy?" asked Chestnut.

"I'm afraid," said his father. "I'm only in your dream and you will soon wake up, but what I say is true. I am coming for you."

He took Chestnut next to Walnut, rested him against him, went around the corner and found a huge leaf.

"Uncle Hazel would always find me one of these at night," said Fiver. He put the leaf over Chestnut and tucked him and Walnut in.

"It's so comfortable," yawned Chestnut.

"Stay where you are," said Fiver. "We will be there for you as soon as possible. And here is a little something Uncle Leo showed me."

And he planted a kiss on Chestnut's nose.

"What's that?" asked Chestnut.

"It's called a kiss," said Fiver. "To express your love for someone."

Chestnut yawned again and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he found himself on a huge cloud and stars floating past him.

Three of them flew down to him and surprisingly, they were all the same size as him and they all the face of rabbits; the eyes, the whiskers and the noses, though not the long ears.

"Chestnut!" they cried and they started flying around him showering him with silver glitter.

"Who are you?" asked Chestnut.

"We were your best friends before you were born!"

"What?" said Chestnut? "I was alive even when I wasn't born?"

"Of course," said the first.

"We had a wonderful time together!" said the second.

"We would fly over the world and look around many places and meadows and planning what to do when we are born!" said the third.

"Don't you have names?" asked Chestnut?

"No," said the third. "We have to wait until we are born?"

"So how do you know who is who?"

"We listening to the singing inside us," said the first.

Chestnut listened to them very carefully and heard three, unique beautiful voices.

"They sound like Mama," he commented. "You think you could teach me how to sing?"

"We can't," said the second. It is inside us.

"What does mine sound like?" asked Chestnut curiously.

The stars placed themselves on Chestnut's chest that tickled him slightly.

"We cannot hear anything," said the third. "It's because you're born."

"Oh," said Chestnut disappointed. He always wanted a voice as beautiful as his mother's did.

The stars separated themselves from Chestnut sprinkling glitter on him, which made him sneeze loud. Upon that, they all laughed wildly including Chestnut.

"We are here to tell you something," informed the first.

"You can see the future involving death and are a runt," said the second.

"You want to reverse it, yes?" asked the third.

"I do," said Chestnut. "I've already killed someone and I want to lose my power forever."

"Then we know just the place," the stars altogether. "Go to the Field of Firth's Miracles."

Chestnut listened well.

"The Field of Frith's Miracles is a place where Firth can help you with all your problems and help you rid them forever."

"How will I find it?" asked Chestnut excited. "I can ask Firth to change me and I will be a happy rabbit and have a happy family again! I will never kill anyone again for as long as I live!"

"You must wait for seven leaders," said the first.

"Leaders?"

"You must wait by morning," said the second. "You and your friend will be guided to the Field of Frith's Miracles and you will be safe from your problems."

Chestnut couldn't believe what he was hearing; all this meant he could erase his power, bring Carnation back, help Walnut have a family again, defeat Larkspur, rid Rawfinn and including freeing all the slaves there.

Chestnut and the three stars began to fly or run through the clouds, bouncing on the softness of them, chuckling and laughing all the way though. Chestnut often wondered if Frith's Meadow would be like this when he lost his evilness. He knew the Valley of Fire was his real home but he was too afraid to live there. He wanted to be in the sunshine and fresh grass if that was what the meadow was.

The giggling of his three friends soon started to fade and found himself resting against Walnut.

"Our dreams will come true tomorrow Walnut," he whispered.

And he drifted back to sleep, hoping he would repeat the dream of playing with his father and sleeping together.