A/N: Revised! It was pointed out that I'd made some pretty glaring mistakes, so I've taken care of those (I think), but if any more crop up, do tell!

Chapter 1 – Infiltration.

The night drew the world in on its embrace, stretching cool fingers out across the hills, across the sky, for as far as the eye could see. Moonlight lit up the down, trickling down through the treetop and dusting the soft, dark earth in silvery light. It was a beauty to behold. A lone figure sat out on the edge of the down, wondering at the nights' beauty and if she should ever experience it again. Sleep, she knew, was a commodity she wasn't likely to get a lot of in the next coming days, but alas it eluded her. Perhaps it was the gravity of the situation which had just settled on her shoulders that drove away sleep; perhaps it was something else, a hope… A dream… Of a far off place and a long ago time?

She shook her head and glanced over her shoulder at a noise. Bigwig was making his way over to her, offering her a confused expression. She heaved a sigh and shook her head.

"It's no good," She said quietly as he settled beside her. "I just can't accept this. It's making me nervous and sleepless and I feel absolutely horrible just thinking about it…"

"Thinking about what, Blackberry?" Bigwig asked, whiskers twitching as he sniffed the air. The night patrol was always something he did alone, just checking the barest perimeters to ensure there were no elil anywhere nearby. That would be a very nasty wake-up call.

"Campion." She confessed. "How he's betraying his Chief."

"It's his choice, Blackberry."

"No but Bigwig!" The doe rounded on him. "He's alone! It wasn't his choice to be alone like that, with no one around to call him friend. The home he knew is gone now, he's exiled himself within it and…" She shook her head again, "And I just can't sit by and watch as he destroys himself. It's so… so…"

"Tragic." Bigwig finished when she struggled for words.

"Yes, tragic."

Bigwig heaved a sigh, the idea was rather upsetting. "Look, Blackberry, being a Captain of the Owsla means tough choices-"

"I'm joining Efrafa."

"D-What?!" He recoiled in horror at the idea. But Blackberry's visage was one of stoic determination. He sat forward, putting both paws on her shoulders, "You can't be serious!"

"You know I'm serious, Bigwig." She said, shaking his paws off. "Campion needs help, he's all alone in there and you, fiver and hazel are too well known. I'm going. Don't try and stop me."

"Someone else can do it!" Bigwig made another grab for her, but she ducked away. "Dandelion or Hawkbit!"

"Hawkbit wouldn't do it; he'd be too scared or just find the whole thing bothersome and Dandelion… He's nowhere near cunning enough." She nodded, "You need a doe on this sort of thing. Someone who doesn't mind getting her paws dirty."

"Dirty with blood." He pointed out. "You don't have to do this, Blackberry. I'm sure Campion has it all under control."

"No, Bigwig!" She stamped a foot. "You don't get it because you've never been alone like that before! You've never betrayed your chief! There's nothing you can say that would persuade me out of this."

"Hazel won't like it." The one last attempt was swept aside.

"Then don't tell Hazel." She turned to go down the hill, intending on approaching Efrafa at night. It would make her story all the more believable that way.

"But what if he asks where you are?" Bigwig hissed as Blackberry's shape began to disperse in the gloom. Her voice travelled back up to him, quiet and ethereal.

"Tell him; 'She knows what she's doing'!"

Bigwig sat back and tutted to himself. There was no point in going after her, in the dark she would easily outrun him being that much smaller, and Blackberry was scary when she had set her mind on something. This didn't mean it was going to make his job very much easier though.

Moss was just checking the perimeter of the silflay ground when he was bowled over by a doe. She had been apparently been going at top speed and crumpled against his chest as she shot out of the bracken. The pair of them tumbled down the embankment and landed in a heap at the bottom. By the time Moss had clambered to his feet the doe was already shrinking away from him, terror in her eyes, shaking like a leaf in a high gale.

"Help me?" She whispered, voice quiet, eyes wide. The Owsla officer could do little more than stare at her. Where on earth had she come from? By the looks of her she wasn't one of theirs, no marks on her anywhere. In fact she looked like she was in quite good shape, sleek fur, soft ears, bright eyes. She would make someone a fine doe one day, maybe even him…

"Oiy, Moss! What's going on down there?" The shout drew him out of his thoughts and he turned towards it to see Captain Chervil peering over the lip of the embankment.

"It's a doe, Sir! She's very frightened, ran right into me, Sir!"

"A doe?"

"Not one of ours, Sir!"

"Oh really?" Moss rolled his eyes, he didn't like the sound of the Captain's tone. He glanced at the doe, she was now staring up at Chervil with the same fear. Poor creature, there'd be no getting away now. "Bring her inside. I'll go wake the General. We'll see what he thinks of this."

"Yes, Sir!" Moss shouted up as Chervil's outline disappeared. He turned back to the doe and shook his head slightly. Poor, poor creature. She really was pretty and was looking at him with those big round eyes again, a little less fear now but still nervous. He gestured with his head, "Follow me, doe. Inside."

She followed wordlessly, hopping along closely behind him, so close that sometimes he could feel the warmth of her breath on his scutt. It was driving him insane really and when they got inside and he had his bum on the ground he wiggled his tail to dislodge the feeling. It would do no good getting himself all riled up over a pretty pair of big brown eyes when he was in front of the General. No good at all.

Woundwort looked down at them with something akin to distain in his eyes when he arrived. He never liked being woken and just for one little doe? Never in all his days would Moss have the guts to wake him up just for that. All the flayrah in the world couldn't tempt him.

"So," Woundwort mused, "A strange doe. Where did she come from?"

All eyes turned to the doe. She was shaking again and barely managed to splutter; "Sandleford Warren."

"Sandleford, eh?" The General repeated, throwing a glance at Chervil – who didn't notice. "That's a long way for a doe all on her own."

"Man destroyed it," She replied, keeping close to the floor. "I had no choice."

"We know a few rabbits from Sandleford Warren," He measured her reaction – her ears pricking up, the turn of her mouth into something of a smile, "Bigwig and Hazel and Fiver. You wouldn't happen to know them would you?"

"Oh, yes," The doe replied, sitting up a little straighter now it appeared as though companions were close at paw. "Bigwig was a Captain in our Owsla, very quick, very cunning. Hard to fool. And hazel and fiver… Well they were never of any note in Sandleford; a strange pair, quick witted and intelligent, but too thin to be of Owsla stock. Hazel could have been, but he never had any interest in that. They kept to themselves until they left, taking half the warren with them. Are they around here?" The doe asked, looking about.

"Oh you'll see them soon I'm sure." Woundwort replied, mind somewhere else. Half the warren, really? Woundwort churned the idea over in his head. They took half the warren with them, but how many had survived the journey? Certainly they had never been spied with any more than 5 rabbits. Hardly half the warren. Still, there may have been others that he didn't know about. Always the same five rabbits though…

"Well, doe – what is your name?"

"Blackberry."

"Well, Blackberry, there is no man here. Or elil. You'll be safe here if you'd like to stay." All eyes were back on the doe – Blackberry – as she apparently thought it over. It didn't take her very long to nod her agreement. "Good." Woundwort looked to Moss, "Find her a burrow, tomorrow morning we'll assign her a mark."

They hopped off and the rest of the Night Owsla was dismissed. Captain Chervil was just about to slip off – disappointed – back to his post, when Woundwort called him back. He approached with caution, as should always be done when nothing particularly dramatic had happened before hand. He was seized by the fur of his chest. Woundwort's spittle caught on his whiskers, "If you ever wake me again for something so small, I'll have your hide for bedding. Do I make myself clear?"

"Absolutely!" Chervil grit out, attempting a retreat.

"Good." Woundwort muttered, yawned, then let Chervil fall to the floor. "Then get back to your post. But keep an eye on that doe. She's not in the clear yet."

"Err, yes, Sir." Chervil backed out of the tunnel very quietly as the General turned to go back to his sleeping and other nightly activities.

"This is your burrow." The Owsla member said, indicating the empty spot to her. It smelt old and disused, but free from disease or anything else. "You will not leave it until you are called for, understand?"

Not to seem as though she already knew all of this, Blackberry struck a confused expression and asked, "Why not?"

"Those are the rules, I'm afraid." He shook his head, "You'll get used to it. Just keep your ears down for tonight."

And then with that, he was off, sparing her one last look before he hopped out of the section and off down the tunnel. Blackberry eyed the burrow. It was utterly empty; there wasn't a shred of vegetation or bedding in the place. She didn't know how she was going to sleep in here tonight, but she hoped she would be allowed to collect some tomorrow. Though she doubted it. Walking a circle four times, she decided that was good enough, and curled up to get some sleep.

A/N: There just aren't enough of these out there in my opinion. I'll try to keep this one short and sweet. Nothing too long and it'll be plenty fluffy, mark my words - BECAUSE THEY'RE BUNNY WABBITS! (Of course they're fluffy.)

Updates will probably be sporadic. Also note, I've not yet seen the end of the second season or any of the third. So I'm writing this as of the end of the christmas episodes on season two.