The second they heard the crash of the fox, Dogwood and the rest of the patrol had run off and circled around the forest and then came back to the warren, not sure what they'd find. What they found was the warren hiding in their burrows, and the fox nowhere to be found. Corona had made it. Now, the next day, Dogwood had to lead his patrol out again.

Mallow and Ivy were coming on the patrol that day to take the place of Poppy, who had a small foot injury, and Pimpernel, who was helping out Winters Wrath. Everyone kept on congratulating Corona on his incredible accomplishment of outrunning the fox. He was named a hero in the middle of the Great Burrow that night.

"Pick up the pace, Ivy," screamed Thistle at the fat rabbit that was lagging behind, "you don't want to get eaten, do you?"

Ivy ran faster, and eventually caught up to the rest of the patrol. They had just started on their first route, and there had been no sign of the fox.

"Thistle, be quiet," hissed Dogwood angrily, "you're the one that's going to alert the fox if you keep screaming."

"Well excuse me for not wanting to see our fat friend get killed," snarled Thistle, "why are we taking him anyway?"

"If you want him to build up more endurance, and be able to move faster, than you want to send him on a lot of high exercise patrols," said Mallow, "and Thistle, I don't think you'd mind if Ivy got killed."

At that moment, Ivy rushed up to them. "Why do you guys have to move so fast," said Ivy, "oh, and I think I smelled the fox back there."

That caught Dogwood's attention, so the whole patrol circled around and went back to the place Ivy had pointed out. Sure enough, the scent of fox could be smelled. The rabbits stood silently around in a circle for a minute. The smell was fresh. Corona was the first to speak.

"Yeah, it's fox, but it's not the one particular homba we're supposed to be tracking."

"How do you know?" asked Dogwood.

"That fox has a very distinct smell, different from most," said Corona, "this smell isn't very strong, and it seems to be heading away from the warren."

Dogwood reluctantly agreed, and the patrol lumbered on. Corona's suspicions were confirmed when Thistle spotted the tracks of a fox. The tracks were smaller, and they appeared to be heading away from the warren.

Dogwood didn't send anyone back to the warren to report the new tracks, and the patrol continued on as it had done before.

Dogwood ran up a small hill and down again, following Corona. He jumped over a rock and went through a hedge. Dodging behind different trees while on the move, Dogwood caught the sight of what he was looking for. Fox tracks, big ones. Dogwood called for Corona to stop and the patrol gathered around to look at the tracks. They looked very old.

The patrol was about to start again, when Thistle said, "guys, I've just caught the smell of weasel. It's very strong also." Mallow was about to tell him something, when a large weasel suddenly appeared in front of Corona.

The weasel looked straight at Thistle and said, "I told you I'd get you back. Now you don't even stand a chance." Thistle squealed. It was the same weasel that he had outsmarted a while back. Without warning, four more weasels came out of the surrounding trees and flew at the patrol. The large weasel, obviously the leader, smiled.

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"Come on, Horace, that thing is right behind us," yelled Flash. The four animals were running from the fox that had attacked Horace and Splotch at the burrow.

"I'm going as fast as I can," screamed Horace as he bounded after Splotch, Flash, and Snowfoot.

"No, you're not, I'm even going faster than you," said Splotch, "hurry up, we have to outrun the homba, it's blocked our route to our burrow."

Snowfoot, with his large legs, bounded in front of the other three and was closely followed by Splotch, who was tiring himself out on his short little legs. Despite their quick pace, the fox was still catching up to them. Horace meanwhile, had quickened his pace and caught up to Flash.

"Can you see the homba behind us?" Horace asked Flash. The four travelers had reached the forest and were now dodging back and forth behind trees. Flash stole a quick glance behind him.

"No, I can't," said Flash, "but keep in mind that we're in the woods, so we don't have much vision. But I can smell it very strongly, and I can hear its footsteps. Can't you." Horace nodded. His smell and hearing wasn't as good as Flash's, Snowfoot's, or Splotch's.

Splotch, who was up close to Snowfoot, suddenly heard a squealing sound. He knew automatically that it came from a rabbit in distress. In spite of himself, Splotch turned away from the direction that Snowfoot was heading in and ran towards where the loud squealing came from. He heard it come again and again. Splotch charged to the sound, and he came upon a small decline. He saw what was happening. Without warning, he charged into the battle that was going on.

The weasel laughed as his four buddies flew at the patrol. The rabbits just stood in the middle, to shocked to move. Finally, Corona broke the little mood.

"What are you waiting for, attack them," screamed Corona. Corona then leaned back on his hind legs and charged the lead weasel that was on top of the hill. As soon as Corona charged, the rest of the patrol sprung into action. But it was to late. The weasels had already reached them and began tearing them apart.

The lead weasel just stared on as Corona charged him. Then, without warning, he flung himself at the charging rabbit in full force and the two collided hard. Corona, being the lighter of the two, was thrown backwards. When Corona landed on the floor, the weasel charged him. But Corona knew what the weasel was about to do, so he flipped himself up, and narrowly dodged the huge weasel. Upon missing the rabbit, the weasel came to a halt and was about to turn around, when Corona flew on top of the vicious beast and began to cuff him as hard as he could in the back of the neck. The weasel; angrily flung off the rabbit and jumped on him. The weasel attempted to pin Corona, but before he could, but Corona stretched up and bit the weasel on the shoulder hard enough to draw blood. The weasel howled out in pain and rage, but before it could do anything, the fast and well- trained rabbit attacked the weasel and clawed its face. After that, Corona slashed the weasel on the nose and then tackled the weasel and got under it and flipped it onto its back. Corona then pinned the weasel and began to cuff it.

By the time the weasel threw Corona off, his face was scratched in various places, and he looked like he wasn't doing so well. As Corona made another advance, the weasel retreated a few steps. Though it didn't seem possible, Corona seemed to have the advantage.

The other rabbits weren't nearly doing as well as Corona. Mallow and Dogwood were doing fine, but Ivy and Thistle were taking a whole lot of hits, and frequently needed help. In order to help the two needy rabbits, Mallow and Dogwood's progress in their fight was slowed down, and they were getting hit a lot also.

Ivy was in a bad shape. He had been hit a bunch of times by his weasel opponent, and he now was trying to pick himself up from the ground after the weasel had flipped him, despite his weight. Mallow had driven the weasel back a few yards, and Ivy willed himself to his feet, telling himself that he had fought a weasel before, and that this wasn't much different.

Once on his feet, Ivy saw his opponent slowly coming back. Ivy decided not to charge, as he had done the past several times after the weasel was driven back, since he had only landed a cuff on the weasel since the fight began. He decided to wait for the weasel to attack.

Once he saw that the fat rabbit wasn't attacking, the weasel rushed Ivy. If Corona or Mallow were in Ivy's place, they would have easily dodged the attack, but since Ivy was so large had trouble making quick moves, the weasel hit him hard, but Ivy didn't get thrown back. The pair racked each other with cuffs, slashes, and bites all while they were within a foot of each other. As the weasel scratched him hard on the shoulder, Ivy reached forward and bit the weasel's ear, biting strait through it. When the weasel hesitated in pain, Ivy slammed it with his shoulder, and proceeded in cuffing it. When the weasel regained it's strength, Ivy kicked it with one of his back legs as it charged him. Despite the hard boot in the face, the weasel continued its charge, and it slammed Ivy with his head. Now, Ivy was slowed down in pain, and the weasel attacked him at full force, getting Ivy to retreat. Ivy retreated a couple yards with the weasel always attacking him, when he suddenly stopped and the two met in full force and attacked each other.

Ivy actually managed to drive back the weasel, a first for him, but he had taken the worst of the last attack, and he was now very badly wounded, not to mention that he was overwhelmed by tiredness. When the weasel made another drive at him, Ivy could barely defend himself, and staggered about, on the verge of collapse, cuffing out at the weasel whenever he got the chance. Mallow, sensing that his friend wouldn't hold out much longer kicked the weasel he was fighting and charged the weasel attacking Ivy, driving it off into the forest within minutes. When the weasel was gone, Mallow returned to Ivy's side, Ivy had collapsed, and Mallow urged him to keep up the fight.

"The weasel will be back again, old chap, but you got him pretty bad," said Mallow, "just get to your feet, and get back your breath before you attack that weasel again."

At that moment, the weasel that Mallow was fighting charged him, but Mallow dodged the seemingly desperate attack and sent the weasel flying with a kick from his back leg.

Mallow was about to attack it, when Ivy said, "I need water, I'm thirsty as hell here Mallow, and I won't last much longer if I don't get something to drink." Then, Ivy passed out.

Mallow solemnly looked at his passed out friend, and faced his weasel opponent. The weasel formed a more coordinated charge, one that Mallow couldn't dodge. Despite that, Mallow had a plane. Right when the weasel was about to hit him, Mallow thrust his head forward and smashed the weasel's jaw. The weasel had had his jaw broken, but he still continued to fight. Mallow took a hard beating from the weasel, before the pain of the broken jaw stopped it's attacks. When that happened, Mallow wasted no time in pinning it and jamming his teeth into its throat artery. With one final yell of pain, the weasel died. Mallow had gotten his first kill.

"Good job," said Dogwood as he drove off the weasel he was fighting again, "now get the other one."

Mallow turned and saw the weasel that was once fighting Ivy returning on a charge. Mallow turned to face it.

After the first few defeats, the lead weasel had gained its bearings and placed heavy damage on Corona. Corona was beginning to realize that the only advantage that he held against the weasel was his speed, which he had used well enough to do some damage to the weasel. At hearing an anguished yell, the weasel stopped fighting and turned to see one of his group lying dead on the ground. The weasel swore under his breath just as Corona closed in. The weasel, who had been distracted, was hit hard by Corona, and forced to retreat for the third time.

As the weasel retreated, the rabbit saw a chance to get away and gather reinforcements to fight this gang of weasels. However, Corona knew that his patrol would be dead before he got back, just the one weasel he was fighting was very powerful. Even though one weasel was dead, Ivy was out of commission, and Thistle looked like he would be also. As the weasel advanced, Corona retreated back to where the rest of his comrades were fighting.

Corona suddenly had a plan. He yelled out for Mallow, and soon the two rabbits were charging back up the hill towards the advancing weasel. With a thud, the two rabbits slammed the large weasel with a team consisted head butt. The weasel dropped back a few paces and then attacked the two rabbits s well as he could. Problem was, Mallow and Corona were nothing at all like Ivy and Hawkweed. The two rabbits were both ranked and two of the best fighters in the Owsla, even rivaling the well trained Dogwood and Buttercup. The weasel was getting pounded with cuffs and bites, but all of a sudden, a squeal could be heard.

Dogwood and Thistle had been left to fight three weasels, all of them in rage from the sudden death of their friend. The weasels knocked Thistle to the floor, and one tore him apart, while the other two held off Dogwood with ease. The weasel could have killed Thistle right then, but he appeared to be just be trying to hurt the rabbit bad enough so he wouldn't be able to run away.

Thistle screamed as the weasel tore into his flesh, and Dogwood called out to Corona and Mallow for help. Corona came charging down the hill and kicked the weasel off of Thistle, who was now horribly injured. Mallow was left alone to fight the leader.

Dogwood was double teamed and getting a beating from the two weasels he was trying to fight. Thistle was useless due to his injuries, Corona had his paws full with the weasel he was fighting, which was almost as fast as he was, Ivy was passed out, and Mallow was pinned down by the lead weasel.

Corona tried to rush up the hill to rescue his friend, but the weasel he was fighting got in front of him and drove him back with a barrage of scratches and cuffs. Soon enough, Corona drove off the weasel with a heavy bite to the cheek, but by then it was all to late. Mallow had been reduced to the same state as Ivy. The poor rabbit lay passed out on the floor. The large weasel, who wasn't concerned with Mallow, walked forward, to where Dogwood, Corona, and Thistle stood in circle as the three other weasels circled around them.

"I told you that I'd kill you one day," said the weasel to Thistle, "now, you're going to get the worst torture treatment that I have ever given any sorryass animal."

Thistle quivered in fright as the weasel walked forward. Dogwood thought that they were all dead, and that there was no escape. That idea, however, didn't get into Corona's mind.

"Maybe when hell freezes over," said Corona as he stepped in front of Thistle.

"If you get in the way again, I'll kill you so quickly that you won't even know what happened," snarled the weasel, "you saw what I did to that other rabbit. Guys, kill this one right now, and I'll let you eat him and the others." The other weasels quickly moved in. Thistle let out a squeal.

Dogwood and Corona aimed to charge the lead weasel in a last desperate effort to win the fight, when all of a sudden, a small creature charged down the small hill, and slammed one of the advancing weasels with his shoulder. The weasel fell, not so much from force, but from surprise. Then the little creature charge the lead weasel and head butted him also. The lead weasel stepped back a step, just as the creature scratched him across the face. Then the lead weasel slammed the small creature and sent it stumbling and eventually it fell on the ground.

When the creature looked up from the ground, Dogwood got a good look at it. It was a little smaller than Poppy, who was a very small rabbit, and it looked somewhat like a rat. Dogwood had no idea what it was.

"You really think that you can stop me, you... you, what the hell are you?" said the weasel. The weasel paused for a moment and said, "it doesn't matter, you're about to be dead."

Just as the weasel began to advance forward, a voice came from the top of the incline. "Yeah, right," said the voice, "you're the one who's going to die." Just then, a medium sized rabbit stepped into view.

Corona at once saw that there was something strange about the rabbit. Its legs were trimmed with muscles, and it was in perfect shape. The rabbit had a few battle scars throughout his body.

"It's time to take some weasels down, right guys," said Flash, "guys...guys, where are you?" Just then, Flash heard Horace's voice.

"Criss cross, criss cross," yelled Horace as the fox charge after him and Snowfoot. Horace and Snowfoot ran towards each other and split in the form of an X just as the fox sprang. Horace and Snowfoot had just crossed paths, when the fox landed in the center. Horace and Snowfoot were already on the run, crossing paths every few paces. With an angry snort, the fox took off after them.

Knowing that he had barely any help, Flash said, "it looks like it's just me then," and charged the lead weasel.

"Attack the others," shouted one of the other weasels, and the three others all set upon Dogwood, Corona, and Thistle.

"Escape," yelled Corona, and then he jumped right over the pack of weasels, and took off into the forest. Dogwood plowed right threw the pack, and Thistle followed, hoping that he could escape before the pack had time to regroup. He wasn't successful in his escape attempt. The three weasels had known in advance that Thistle was the one that their leader wanted, so they all closed in upon him and added more wounds to those that Thistle already had. By the time the weasels stopped biting Thistle, the small rabbit was in about as bad shape as Ivy. Thistle barely remained conscious.

By then, Ivy had woken up from his daze, and he looked around at the carnage taking place. He decided to play dead, and take his chances on the ground rather than trying to run away.

The other three weasels decided to eat one of the rabbits while their boss killed off the newcomers, but they abandoned this idea when they realized that their leader needed help.

Together, Flash and Splotch scratched and bit the weasel. The weasel fought back, but the two still took him on, forcing him to retreat for a few steps. Flash then told Splotch to look after the injured rabbits while he finished off the fight.

Flash drove the weasel back a few steps with a barrage of cuffs and scratches. When the weasel lashed out at him with his paw, Flash dodged the attack and closed in on the weasel, and bit it hard on the shoulder. The weasel returned the attack by biting Flash, and Flash let go. Flash then slashed the weasel across the face and got it to stop biting him also. The two animals then charged each other, but Flash ducked the weasel's lunge and flipped him onto his back and pinned him. As Flash cuffed the hell out of him, the weasel attempted to throw Flash, but the rabbit's pin was to good to get out of. Flash attempted to finish off the fight right then, but then he saw the other three weasels charging him. Flash had forgot about them.

Flash bit the weasel in the stomach, and got off of him, and turned to face his aggressors. The lead weasel had to wait few minutes to regain his breath and recover from the pain before he started to fight again.

The three other weasels closed in on Flash, and all bit him and scratched him at once. Flash screamed, but then he sent one flying with a kick from his back legs, and closed in on one of the others. Before the other weasel could attack him from behind, Flash jumped onto his front legs and sent the weasel tumbling with a double kick. Flash then attacked the other, who had tried to bite him in the neck, and drove him all the way back to the edge of the clearing. The weasel, fearing death, turned and ran off into the forest, not coming back this time.

Flash smiled, and then turned to face another weasel that was charging him. At the last possible second, Flash ducked down, and the weasel tripped over him. Flash then jumped on to p of the weasel, and pinned it, and reduced it to the state of Mallow with a few hard hits. The last of the four followers turned to run, but Flash chased it down in a few paces, and caught up to the weasel, and pounced on its back. Flash the bit the weasels neck, killing it instantly.

As Flash walked back to the battle scene, the lead weasel got up and faced Flash. "You ruined my revenge attempt on that stupid rabbit, you mangy animal, I'll get you back some time."

As the weasel turned to leave, Flash said, "no, you won't," and rushed the weasel. Then, the real battle began. It only lasted several minutes, however. Flash did some hard damage to the weasel while barely taking any himself. The weasel just stood, staring at Flash, not moving. Then Flash saw his chance. With a quick charge and spring, Flash flung himself into the air and spun into a barrel roll before hitting the weasel with a perfect head butt. The hard attack shattered the weasel's skull, and put Thistle out of any further torture from it.

Flash, though he executed the attack perfectly, was dazed, and for a few minutes sat down on his back legs and panted. He became fully aware of his surroundings when Snowfoot and Horace appeared on the scene.

"Wow, this must have been some battle," said Snowfoot as he looked around, "to bad I couldn't have helped."

"We lost the fox deep in the woods," said Horace, "it headed in another direction, so we won't see it again for a while."

"Good," said Flash, "help me get these wounded rabbits to the burrow. Splotch, are they all alive?"

"Yeah," replied the guinea pig, "two of them are badly hurt." Thistle had eventually passed out.

Ivy then got up. "Who are you?" barked Snowfoot.

"I'm Ivy of the Shining Wire Warren Owsla," replied Ivy, "my patrol and I were ambushed by weasels out here, and you guys saved our lives."

"Yeah, I guess we did," said Flash, "Splotch and I fought the weasels while Snowfoot and Horace led the fox away."

"Can you walk," asked Horace, "because if you can, I think that you can make it back to our burrow. I wouldn't go over to your warren for a while, since you're wounded."

"Yeah, I can walk, but barely," said Ivy, "but I don't know how you'll carry Mallow and Thistle."

"So that's what there names are," said Horace, "I've got an idea, Snowfoot, you carry the bigger rabbit to our burrow on your back, and I'll carry the small one on mine. Flash, you and Splotch can keep watch. Ivy, walk in the center."

The four other rabbits and the guinea pig agreed, and soon they set off. Snowfoot was carrying Mallow, Horace was carrying Thistle, and Splotch and Flash were scanning the woods for any type of elil. Ivy slowly limped in the middle of the group. The two groups, the fearless wanderers, and the once brainwashed warren had finally met.

Author's Note: How'd you like the chapter; please Read and Review. Anyway, I'll give you something extra, since it'll be a while before I update again. Here's a little list of the Shining Wire Warren Owsla, and a piece of an upcoming chapter.

Captain= Winters Wrath Kills- 5 Attacks made-18

Lieutenants= Dogwood, Buttercup Kills-0 Attacks made-19

Corporals= Corona, Mallow Kills-1 Attacks made-21

Messenger= Poppy Kills-0 Attacks made-1

Advisor= Silverweed Kills-0 Attacks made-0

The Rest= Walnut, Hawkweed, Pimpernel, Ivy, Thistle Kills-0 Attacks made-14

Okay, here's a piece of an upcoming chapter. Note, all of the kills but the one's made by Winters Wrath are in the story. Enjoy! ************************************************************************

Mitsy glanced to her left and then to her right just as Red Rage spotted her. As she looked for any type of help, she caught site of Corona and Ivy, but the two Owsla members were to scared to do anything. Not like they could. Red Rage was too big and too powerful.

Mitsy let out squeal of fright as Red Rage began to advance, and she caught site of the well-known newcomer Horace charging forward, trying to think of a plan. Then, Red Rage charged. Mitsy turned and ran as fast as she could through the field and into the forest. Running as fast as she could, Mitsy glanced back at the snickering Red Rage who put on a burst of speed to end the young rabbit's final run.