Clover felt lost in her large family sometimes. She had six older brothers, four older sisters, ten younger sisters, three younger brothers and two sisters and one brother that were born at almost the exact same time that she was (nobody cared whether or not they were older or younger. They were all just called "the fourth pack.")
Clover loved her family, but she got lost in all her siblings' names. Happily, her siblings sometimes forgot her name too. Clover knew that her oldest siblings—the first pack—were Bit, Bun, Nee, Rab and Tailer. She knew the members in her pack were herself, Cottontail, Peter and Fluff.
Clover, Cottontail, Peter and Fluff had some marvelous adventures together. One time, they dared to go with Bit without their mother's permission. They had fun chasing the fawns and eating the blossoms, but it wasn't as much fun when Clover's mother went searching for them all over the forest and ended up giving them a month-long punishment for leaving without asking for permission.
After Cottontail, Peter and Fluff Clover's favorite sibling was one of her younger sisters, Blossom. Blossom was one of the happiest, but shyest, creatures that Clover had ever met. She blushed all the time, but could make Clover laugh whenever Clover was patient enough to talk and talk and talk some more to Blossom without hearing a word.
"Cottontail, Fluff, Peter, we're going to take Blossom with us to our trip to the meadow," Clover informed her pack when they were five months old. It was their second visit away from their mother and the pack was a little excited about it.
"Oh, Clover do we have to bring her too?" Peter groaned, "she's such a baby."
"I am not a baby," two-month-old Blossom protested. Peter rolled his eyes, but led the way to the meadow.
The first thing that the pack and Blossom did was eat. They ate the blossoms, some of the most delicious things they had ever seen.
"I'm so happy that Papa isn't here," Cottontail declared, "or he would make us eat greens too."
"Yeah!" Clover giggled, "they're disgusting." Fluff and Blossom giggled too.
"Don't make fun of Papa," Peter cried, "he knows what is and isn't good for us."
"Oh, Peter," Fluff began, "you admire him so much sometimes you forget how to have fun!"
"Hey!" Peter huffed, "I do too know how to have fun."
"Then why are you always defending Papa?" little Blossom pointed out. Peter glared at her.
"You stay out of it," Peter barked, "you're too young to understand anything. I bet Mamma will throw a fit when she sees you here."
"Mamma loves me," Blossom purred.
"Mamma loves all of us," Fluff sighed, "but she wants to keep us safe. Speaking of which, did a certain Clover ask before she brought Blossom along?"
"Somewhat," Clover blushed, "I asked Tailer."
"Clover!" Peter scolded his sister, "you know that the first pack will let us do anything, even if it gets us into trouble. It's their way of fun and it has been their way of fun for three. Whole. Years."
"Three years?" Blossom questioned Peter, "no rabbits live that long."
"Papa has lived for five years," Fluff pointed out, "and Mamma is four. Bit and Bun are married too. I thought you knew that." Blossom shook her head.
"Blossom has a lot to learn about our family," Clover defended Blossom, "and she will learn it quickly."
"Perhaps," Peter muttered, "but I doubt it."
Happily, the pack returned soon enough that Clover's mother didn't find out that Blossom had gone with them for months.
When Clover was seven months old, she began to meet other rabbits. She was almost full grown by that time, but still had a lot to learn about life and about the forest. Her first friend outside of her family was a gopher named Dig.