(I’m gonna stick with Vetch being second rank for now! Maybe she ends up being chief doe in the future.)
The prairie never offered much shade, but cool winds constantly swept over the moors, tossing about the heather and coreopsis. Vetch looked over the grassy knoll, she was scouting about the area for soft dirt, so the prairie rabbits could expand the central burrows. More burrows meant more kits, and more kits always meant a healthy and prosperous colony. She soon found a soft patch, and dug a small scrape so she could come back to it. The knoll was covered in delicate wild grasses, perfect for grazing, and a small shrub cast gentle shade over the slope; it was perfect for a warren. But, there was a catch. The knoll rested at the border of the Thicket Warren, and Vetch would have to receive their permission to begin the burrows. They were a touchy lot, and if the wrong words were spoken it would surely end in a fight.
(OKAY! Hopefully that should be a good start for the Prairie bun-buns!