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From chapter ' Only Time Will Tell '

Campion gasped and shot stealthily forward under the flying weasel’s belly.
“Quick Blackavar!” Campion warned his friend.
Blackavar tried to copy Campion’s move but fell short and landed heavily. The weasel yelped in shock as she tripped over Blackavar’s form.
She hissed in anger and turned to Captain Broom with her teeth glinting in the faint winter moonlight.
“Captain!” Blackavar and Campion shouted at the same time. But their cries were unheard and the captain wasn’t quick enough for the pounce of the weasel.
They frantically shoved the weasel off Captain Broom afraid that it would be too late, they were. He was lying still on the ground.
“Finally it is time for long ears to give in,” the weasel purred, stretching out her claws threateningly.
“Not if I can help it,” Campion growled. His loathing for this slithering vermin increased as he saw the blood on her teeth.
She started to dance, jumping into the air and twisting gracefully. The rabbit’s eyes followed her in terror. With each turn she loped around them in a circle, pulling in closer.
The fight went on until the two rabbits were trembling with exhaustion and loss of blood. Campion recalled fighting off weasels from Efrafa, though none had been as persistent as this one. The smell of their blood only seemed to strengthen her lust.
Blackavar dropped to the floor after a particularly heavy blow and snatch of perfect, pointed teeth. Campion’s heart sank in despair, he couldn’t do this on his own.
The red snake turned to Campion and said seething, “It’s over little bunny. No more fighting, no more resisting……”
Campion remembered Blackberry and his unborn kittens and knew that if he gave in now the fox would have a clear path to them and eventually the other does. He tried to steady his shaking limbs and blinked the blood out of his face. His own blood. The blood of his family would not be shed, even if he had to give double.
He threw himself forward, aiming for the weak spot, the eyes.
Terrible squeals filled the end of the burrow as Campion made contact. The weasel pawed at the air desperately, catching Campion in the stomach and winding him. He fell to the floor heavily and lifted his head up to see the damage he had inflicted.
Campion was lucky, he had hit home and the weasel had had enough so it turned to run away blindly.
The silence rang in Campion’s ears and the night sky swam in front of his vision. His fur felt warm and overheated and the heat seemed to drip, onto his face, his paws. His revulsion was immediate when he recognised the hot liquid as blood. Despite knowing that the creature he had just attacked would have killed them all, he felt like a monster.
The light from the moon that crept into the start of the burrow illuminated the red on his own claws.
“Blackavar?” Campion asked weakly, pushing his exhausted muscles into a sitting position.
There was no response, he knew what he must do because there was a chance Blackavar was alive.
He dragged him into the Honeycomb then went back for Captain Broom in case the smell of blood attracted more elil. He couldn’t help noticing that Blackberry was not there.
He stood unsure beside the two wounded or possibly dead rabbits. He didn’t know how to treat their injuries and he didn’t have the energy to go all the way down to the caverns to get aid from the does.
His eyesight grew weaker and he swayed on his feet. He lay down heavily on the ground and slipped into a deep sleep.

Description
From chapter ' Only Time Will Tell '

Campion gasped and shot stealthily forward under the flying weasel’s belly.
“Quick Blackavar!” Campion warned his friend.
Blackavar tried to copy Campion’s move but fell short and landed heavily. The weasel yelped in shock as she tripped over Blackavar’s form.
She hissed in anger and turned to Captain Broom with her teeth glinting in the faint winter moonlight.
“Captain!” Blackavar and Campion shouted at the same time. But their cries were unheard and the captain wasn’t quick enough for the pounce of the weasel.
They frantically shoved the weasel off Captain Broom afraid that it would be too late, they were. He was lying still on the ground.
“Finally it is time for long ears to give in,” the weasel purred, stretching out her claws threateningly.
“Not if I can help it,” Campion growled. His loathing for this slithering vermin increased as he saw the blood on her teeth.
She started to dance, jumping into the air and twisting gracefully. The rabbit’s eyes followed her in terror. With each turn she loped around them in a circle, pulling in closer.
The fight went on until the two rabbits were trembling with exhaustion and loss of blood. Campion recalled fighting off weasels from Efrafa, though none had been as persistent as this one. The smell of their blood only seemed to strengthen her lust.
Blackavar dropped to the floor after a particularly heavy blow and snatch of perfect, pointed teeth. Campion’s heart sank in despair, he couldn’t do this on his own.
The red snake turned to Campion and said seething, “It’s over little bunny. No more fighting, no more resisting……”
Campion remembered Blackberry and his unborn kittens and knew that if he gave in now the fox would have a clear path to them and eventually the other does. He tried to steady his shaking limbs and blinked the blood out of his face. His own blood. The blood of his family would not be shed, even if he had to give double.
He threw himself forward, aiming for the weak spot, the eyes.
Terrible squeals filled the end of the burrow as Campion made contact. The weasel pawed at the air desperately, catching Campion in the stomach and winding him. He fell to the floor heavily and lifted his head up to see the damage he had inflicted.
Campion was lucky, he had hit home and the weasel had had enough so it turned to run away blindly.
The silence rang in Campion’s ears and the night sky swam in front of his vision. His fur felt warm and overheated and the heat seemed to drip, onto his face, his paws. His revulsion was immediate when he recognised the hot liquid as blood. Despite knowing that the creature he had just attacked would have killed them all, he felt like a monster.
The light from the moon that crept into the start of the burrow illuminated the red on his own claws.
“Blackavar?” Campion asked weakly, pushing his exhausted muscles into a sitting position.
There was no response, he knew what he must do because there was a chance Blackavar was alive.
He dragged him into the Honeycomb then went back for Captain Broom in case the smell of blood attracted more elil. He couldn’t help noticing that Blackberry was not there.
He stood unsure beside the two wounded or possibly dead rabbits. He didn’t know how to treat their injuries and he didn’t have the energy to go all the way down to the caverns to get aid from the does.
His eyesight grew weaker and he swayed on his feet. He lay down heavily on the ground and slipped into a deep sleep.