Disclaimer: I don't own Watership down! Only two bickering officers in
this fic.
Precisely at dawn, the two friends of Hyzenthlay appeared at the entrance of her burrow, still groggy from their sleep. Hyzenthlay, on the other hand, was quite lively, and anxious to start.
"I have a plan," Hyzenthlay announced rather smugly. "I was up nearly the whole night putting it together."
"And you're this awake? Yeah, right."
"I'm serious! Now listen up, or I'll leave you behind when I escape. What we have to do is create a diversion, something to either draw some patrollers away from their posts or to at least get them to let their guard down. I'm thinking maybe we can start a huge brawl, or start a cave-in somewhere in the warren."
"I like the brawl idea," replied Nethilta, eyes bright at the mention of a fight. "I can easily start one between officers, what with all the tension in the air these days."
"Okay, then hears what we do next."
Nethilta popped her head out of a tunnel hole. Peering out cautiously, she saw two high ranked officers bickering near the hole. She could tell they were completely absorbed in their argument.
"Perfect," she said under her breath. And with that Nethilta jabbed a claw fiercely at the larger rabbit, and just as quickly disappeared down the tunnel, and it appeared as if she had never been there at all.
"Ouch! What did you do that for!?" exclaimed officer Miccala angrily.
"Do what? I didn't do anything, you blind old bat!" replied the second officer, Gissa, indignantly.
"Yes, you did! You jabbed me in the foot! And I'm NOT a blind old bat! Take that!"
"Why I oughta!!!"
By then a large group of rabbits, including officers, had gathered around the two tussling officers, taking sides, cheering and joining in.
A rabbit burst into Woundwort's burrow, quickly coming to a halt a few feet short of his general.
"What is it?!" the general demanded, bewildered by this unexpected call.
"A fight has broken out between the officers, sir!"
"So? Get one of the others to break it up!" ordered Woundwort impatiently.
The messenger shifted uncomfortably in the presence of General Woundwort. "I would, sir, but all the officers, except for those on patrol, are involved. Even ordinary mark rabbits are taking sides!"
"Who sent you, then?"
"Officer Avens of the right haunch mark. He said the fight is too big for just him to break up."
General Woundwort let out an irritated growl. "Fine. Where is the fight?"
The messenger answered timidly. "Outside the left haunch mark's burrow, near the western entrance."
Call five of the guards off patrol to break up the fight. Tell officer Avens that I will be there shortly."
The rabbit snapped to attention. "Yes, sir!"
Hyzenthlay, Nethilta, Thethuthinnang and Blackavar, crawling in the long grass as not to be seen, headed towards the guards. A doe in Hyzenthlay's group had reported that half the guards had been called off their posts. She was, of course, correct. Now they had to pick off the remaining guards one by one.
"I'll take out that one," stated Hyzenthlay, motioning to the far right. "You three get the others. Don't kill unless you must, and for Frith's sake, be absolutely silent!" Hyzenthlay added urgently.
Once the others had crept off to their target, Hyzenthlay headed towards hers. Stealthily, she positioned herself behind the patroller. Suddenly, the doe lashed out, unleashing a flurry of kicks, aimed with precision. He keeled over, alive, but most definitely unconscious.
"Did someone take out the last guard?" Hyzenthlay questioned when the group met back at the starting place.
Blackavar nodded. "I was closest."
"Okay. Now Nethilta, I told the does to wait in my burrow for you. Go get them, but make sure to enter and leave by the way of the eastern hole. The diversion is by the western so be careful."
Nethilta left immediately and returned a few minutes later with the large group of nervous, but determined does.
"Attention everyone! We don't have much time. I'll make this as short as possible. The guards have been taken care of. Now is the hard part. We must get away and stay hidden from General Woundwort and his officers!"
"Umm. Hyzenthlay you'll have to figure that out later! Some officers are headed this way!" Hyzenthlay looked back, bewildered. "Run!" She issued the order upon seeing more than five officers approaching quickly.
The group of does, and Blackavar, bounded across the field, Hyzenthlay taking up the rear. They were headed towards the iron road. When they were close to reaching it, the does slowed hesitantly.
"Cross it!" Hyzenthlay barked, irritated at the doe's timidness. At Hyzenthlay's order, and the tone of her voice, the does gathered their courage and sprinted across the iron road. Hyzenthlay followed suit. The officers had already turned back to report to the general.
"Hyzenthlay!" She turned towards the cry. "Hyzenthlay, help! My paw is caught!" Thethuthinnang was struggling to free her hind foot from between two wooden boards in the middle of the iron road.
A/N: I know I'm evil! Well, I guess its not THAT evil, compared to what I've seen, but hey. Don't forget to review, if you're an author then you know that warm and fuzzy feeling you get when you receive a nice review! And flames are welcome too, at least they tell me someone read it. Deleting flames and laughing like a maniac is always fun too! REVIEW!!!!!
Precisely at dawn, the two friends of Hyzenthlay appeared at the entrance of her burrow, still groggy from their sleep. Hyzenthlay, on the other hand, was quite lively, and anxious to start.
"I have a plan," Hyzenthlay announced rather smugly. "I was up nearly the whole night putting it together."
"And you're this awake? Yeah, right."
"I'm serious! Now listen up, or I'll leave you behind when I escape. What we have to do is create a diversion, something to either draw some patrollers away from their posts or to at least get them to let their guard down. I'm thinking maybe we can start a huge brawl, or start a cave-in somewhere in the warren."
"I like the brawl idea," replied Nethilta, eyes bright at the mention of a fight. "I can easily start one between officers, what with all the tension in the air these days."
"Okay, then hears what we do next."
Nethilta popped her head out of a tunnel hole. Peering out cautiously, she saw two high ranked officers bickering near the hole. She could tell they were completely absorbed in their argument.
"Perfect," she said under her breath. And with that Nethilta jabbed a claw fiercely at the larger rabbit, and just as quickly disappeared down the tunnel, and it appeared as if she had never been there at all.
"Ouch! What did you do that for!?" exclaimed officer Miccala angrily.
"Do what? I didn't do anything, you blind old bat!" replied the second officer, Gissa, indignantly.
"Yes, you did! You jabbed me in the foot! And I'm NOT a blind old bat! Take that!"
"Why I oughta!!!"
By then a large group of rabbits, including officers, had gathered around the two tussling officers, taking sides, cheering and joining in.
A rabbit burst into Woundwort's burrow, quickly coming to a halt a few feet short of his general.
"What is it?!" the general demanded, bewildered by this unexpected call.
"A fight has broken out between the officers, sir!"
"So? Get one of the others to break it up!" ordered Woundwort impatiently.
The messenger shifted uncomfortably in the presence of General Woundwort. "I would, sir, but all the officers, except for those on patrol, are involved. Even ordinary mark rabbits are taking sides!"
"Who sent you, then?"
"Officer Avens of the right haunch mark. He said the fight is too big for just him to break up."
General Woundwort let out an irritated growl. "Fine. Where is the fight?"
The messenger answered timidly. "Outside the left haunch mark's burrow, near the western entrance."
Call five of the guards off patrol to break up the fight. Tell officer Avens that I will be there shortly."
The rabbit snapped to attention. "Yes, sir!"
Hyzenthlay, Nethilta, Thethuthinnang and Blackavar, crawling in the long grass as not to be seen, headed towards the guards. A doe in Hyzenthlay's group had reported that half the guards had been called off their posts. She was, of course, correct. Now they had to pick off the remaining guards one by one.
"I'll take out that one," stated Hyzenthlay, motioning to the far right. "You three get the others. Don't kill unless you must, and for Frith's sake, be absolutely silent!" Hyzenthlay added urgently.
Once the others had crept off to their target, Hyzenthlay headed towards hers. Stealthily, she positioned herself behind the patroller. Suddenly, the doe lashed out, unleashing a flurry of kicks, aimed with precision. He keeled over, alive, but most definitely unconscious.
"Did someone take out the last guard?" Hyzenthlay questioned when the group met back at the starting place.
Blackavar nodded. "I was closest."
"Okay. Now Nethilta, I told the does to wait in my burrow for you. Go get them, but make sure to enter and leave by the way of the eastern hole. The diversion is by the western so be careful."
Nethilta left immediately and returned a few minutes later with the large group of nervous, but determined does.
"Attention everyone! We don't have much time. I'll make this as short as possible. The guards have been taken care of. Now is the hard part. We must get away and stay hidden from General Woundwort and his officers!"
"Umm. Hyzenthlay you'll have to figure that out later! Some officers are headed this way!" Hyzenthlay looked back, bewildered. "Run!" She issued the order upon seeing more than five officers approaching quickly.
The group of does, and Blackavar, bounded across the field, Hyzenthlay taking up the rear. They were headed towards the iron road. When they were close to reaching it, the does slowed hesitantly.
"Cross it!" Hyzenthlay barked, irritated at the doe's timidness. At Hyzenthlay's order, and the tone of her voice, the does gathered their courage and sprinted across the iron road. Hyzenthlay followed suit. The officers had already turned back to report to the general.
"Hyzenthlay!" She turned towards the cry. "Hyzenthlay, help! My paw is caught!" Thethuthinnang was struggling to free her hind foot from between two wooden boards in the middle of the iron road.
A/N: I know I'm evil! Well, I guess its not THAT evil, compared to what I've seen, but hey. Don't forget to review, if you're an author then you know that warm and fuzzy feeling you get when you receive a nice review! And flames are welcome too, at least they tell me someone read it. Deleting flames and laughing like a maniac is always fun too! REVIEW!!!!!