Phoebe Pavona Celendine
Phoebe was prepared to argue her point with the weasel. She was right, Cinder was wrong, and Phoebe would make sure Cinder knew it. In fact, she was just drawing in a great gulp of air to sustain her lengthy speech when she felt Sycamore's hefty paw cover her mouth. "Why don't you just let Cinder try, Phoebe," he told her gently. "It won't do any harm, and" Sycamore darted a nervous glance at the rock, "it may even help." Phoebe quickly shoved Sycamore's hand away. "How dare you lay a paw on me!" Phoebe shouted at him, her pink ears pointing at Sycamore as if accusing him of some ghastly crime. "Who do you think you are, you stupid hydrophobic otter?!" Her voice escalated with each allegation, until she had gone from just a slightly-higher-than normal shout to a soprano ear-splitting shriek. "Certainly you don't think you have the right to touch me!" Sycamore, who was rather used to this kind of thing from Phoebe, ignored her. "You were trying to suffocate me! Don't think you can get away with this..."
Phoebe, noticing that Cinder and Sycamore were starting to work on breaking the chain (which meant they weren't paying attention to her), chattered on some more. "Wait, I know what I should do!" Phoebe said, excitedly. "While you two fool around with a rock and some iron, I'll actually do something useful and watch out for anything that might be trying to eat us!" She gave the two an enthusiastic smile and turned around.
Cinder started to tell Phoebe that it had been her suggestion for Phoebe to keep watch and that the rabbit should watch her mouth, but Sycamore gave her a warning glance and she restrained herself.
Phoebe scanned the swamp. It got a bit harder to see as dusk drew on but she noticed nothing unusual beyond the normal bayou scenery – which meant that there was dark water all around, mosquitoes were everywhere, and it was raining. She stole a glance back at Sycamore and Cinder. They were working on the chain connecting the two of the two of them, of course – not like it made a difference, since they wouldn't be able to break the chain anyway. Phoebe tut-tutted as she turned back to looking out for any danger. At least I'm actually doing some work, Phoebe thought. Without me and everything I'm doing, we'd never get out of this swamp!
Phoebe checked her appearance in the algae-covered pond. It was a bit hard to see through all the yucky green plants, but Phoebe had good eyes – after all, even stupid Cinnamon could see that Phoebe was the right one to keep watch. The only good choice that silly weasel ever made in her whole life! Phoebe thought.
Phoebe groaned as she saw the state of her attire. Her dress was dripping with marsh water, her normally spotless white gloves were covered in mud, and her fur was filthy. Phoebe stared at her reflection, trying to find at least one thing that was right with how she looked. Her teeth were awful – an ugly black from all the unsanitary food the slaver's had given her (although they hadn't improved much after she escaped from the slavers, either, Phoebe thought), and so she bent down to the water to wash them off. She dipped her paw in the pool and admired the fur on the back of her hand. It was such a beautiful nutty brown, and the way it sparkled in the sunset was magnificent, she should have a painting of her paw commissioned when she got out of this swamp...and then she was bitten.
Phoebe hurled herself away from the water, tumbling into Sycamore and Cinder. All three were soon tangled together in a twisted mess of beast, chain, and pebble.
As Sycamore and Cinder both turned to look at Phoebe, with an emotion a bit different than happy on their faces, the rabbit tried to give them a brave smile. "Er...sorry?"