Silverweed was like the moon. His fur shined like silver and his green eyes stood out with a golden sparkle. His fur was soft and silky. No matter what happened, his fur was always clean. He was skinny like he never ate, but he could do everything just fine. Sometimes he couldn't sleep and, as a result, he gained bags under his eyes.

Fiver was like the sun. His fur was as orange as the morning sun rays. It was short and soft, although somewhat dirty unlike Silverweed's fur. He forgot to clean himself from time to time. Fiver's eyes were grayish-brown and he had a golden glisten as well. When they touched one another, their fur collided with a beautiful contrast of light and dark.

Despite the differences, they were similar. They were the only rabbits who were seers. They didn't have much family left. Fiver only had his brother but no one knew about Silverweed's family. Maybe he had nobody left and he didn't want to say anything about it. They were the only ones who understood each other unlike no one else. They felt an instant connection when they weren't in Cowslip's warren.

If one of them felt depressed, they would cheer each other up. If one of them couldn't sleep, the other would stay up with them until they fell asleep. If one of them was hurt, they would help the other feel better. They would be there for one another, even in death.

They completed each other.