Sun Mote Copse Basket

Damn right she was trouble. She didn't know where the tunnel had led to, but this place was less comfortable than the other side. Mother's fur tickled her nose and made her forehead all itchy. The grub was nice though, she had nothing to complain about in that regard. She didn't even really have to fight for it, despite her brother. Some day she would feel lucky about just having to deal with one sibling.

With a small peep did she stretch her jaws in a big yawn, displaying two toothless rows of gum and a small salmon tongue. She snuggled her blonde head into Mother's fur, pulled up her stumpy legs and drifted into a deep slumber while Mother and Father decided what to name her and the other potato.