Disclaimer: I don't own Brian Jacques's characters.

The contest's over so I'll let you know who's who in this POV. The song's been edited out cuz I just found out that songfics are against the rules.

I Thank You

By: biacebaolck

Honour

I don't believe it. I only joined Lord Brocktree to keep my sick father from going, from joining the Long Patrol again in his state, but I also found myself in love with you. But…I don't hate you. It's just that… It's so hard to get used to this…this…. love I have for you. Love is so confusing….

I look up. There you are. Standing by that birch tree. "Hey," you whisper. "Something bugging you?"

I shake my head. "It's just that…" I pause, trying to find the words to explain what I'm feeling. But I don't need to explain. Because right here and now, you stride towards me and give me a tight embrace.

"It's ok," you whisper. "It's kinda new for me too." I relax. "And one more thing?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm proud of you for defeating your first vermin." I smile. Typical fighting hare, always thinking about fighting. But…I'm not angry. In fact, I seem to enjoy it.

"I couldn't have done it without your believing in me." I whisper back. You just stay silent, but I know you. I bet you're smiling this instant.

Streak

Suddenly a rustling in the bushes makes us step back from each other. We look at each other's face. Funny, her face is beet red. We turn to the bushes. Oh, this is just great! It's Bobweave. No, it's Southpaw. Ugh, it's whoever.

"Southpaw or Bobweave?" I ask.

"Southpaw." He grins. "And I bally well say that was a bloomin' show you two were showing. Top hole, wot!" This instant, I'm just ready to shoot a big sling stone at his head, but unfortunately, somebeast beat me to it. Thonk!

Backlash gets out of the water, soaked and drenched. "Gotcha, Southpaw." Then he notices us. "Love affair, eh?" I feel myself going red. As though he can feel I'm uncomfortable, he strides over to the fallen Southpaw and gives him a good rap on the head.

"You tell anybeast about whatever you saw here when those two didn't notice you where there and I will hunt you down and when I do, I'll tie you up and send you to be pikes to be dinner. Believe me, I can do that."

Coming from any other beast's mouth, I would have thought they were joking. But Backlash is always dead serious. Once, somebeast made fun of Torquoi and he shot a sling stone right at their head and knocked them unconscious. There must be a Torquoi he likes or something, or else he wouldn't seem so offended.

Southpaw nodded frantically and scrambled to his footpaws and ran. We all watched him until he disappeared into the bushes. When he was gone, Backlash turned to us. "If he gives you any more trouble, let me know." I just was about to ask why he was helping us when he said, "I can't stand anybeast making fun of another beast, even if they're two. Night, you two."

Bobweave

"Southpaw!" I call out. "I say, has anybeast seen Southpaw?" Lord Brocktree shrugged. Fat load of help he is. Suddenly, Southpaw runs out of the bushes and knocks right into me.

"Sorry!" he says and leaps off, helping me up. Then he runs off. Funny, you would wonder what was going on with that hare. Then I spot Backlash coming in, funny, he looks like he's thinking hard. Haven't seen him doing that since he listened to Streak's story about Torquois and half-Torquois.

Backlash

Why did I help them? I mean, why did I really help them? I mean, I helped them for no apparent reason… Well, maybe I did help them for one reason.I couldn't stand the two's uncomfortableness. It's so...filled with emotions and...silence...Yeah, that's it. No use thinking about it any further.

I walk to the tree and sit against its trunk, closing my eyes. I need to think. About something else. Quick. And by thinking, I mean it.

Honour

I'm restocking my supply of herbs. I am, after all, a healer. You know about that vermin? I slew him. He was just about to kill me. So, in desperation, as his arrow was shot, he was a long distance from me, you see, I picked up a sling and a stone and shot the stone at the arrow. I'm pretty good at the sling, my father taught me when he wasn't…well…sick.

Then the arrow sort of…flipped over and continued on its course, but this time for the vermin. When the arrow did that, I thought, 'This doesn't obey the laws of physics at all!' The vermin tried to run away but he was too late. He was slain.

I shudder. I killed. I know it was a vermin, but…I can't help but feel terrible. I'm not made for killing. I'm only a healer. I'm innocent. Well, I used to be. Now, I've got guilt on my shoulders. I look up to the sky, where a star was twinkling.

"I miss you, mother." I whisper, tears coming down my face.