Holly, herm rabbit-bestkin who left her warren to have freedom to breed.

*Don't worry, I don't expect all my posts to be quite as long as this one...*

There was a difference between strict rules in place to protect a people, and rules in place to protect the interest of the ruling elite and their rich friends. Holly understood that the Warren needed to strict guidance to keep itself sustainable. There were far too many historical cases of pasts Warren growing too large and collapsing under their own weight to believe otherwise. In the modern civilized world where kits were expected to actually live to adulthood her people's prodigious rate of breeding could quickly grow unsustainable if not kept in check. Holly accepted this, she couldn't fault leadership for doing what needed to be done to prevent such a collapse.

No Holly's concern wasn't that the laws were strict, sometimes even harsh; her problem was that they weren't applied fairly. Her once democratic Warran had, over generations, been twisted into a plutocracy where normal beastkin like her seemed to exist only to serve the needs of the rich. No where was this more evident then in the case of reproduction. Instead of fair rules designed to equally limit breeding to sustainable levels across the warren instead the ruling class had free reign to fuck and breed as much as they want, but kin like Holly would be punished, fined, and **** to take herbs to stop any pregnancy if she ever conceived, as would any kin who the herm might breed, all because she wasn't born to the right families. The only hope to parenthood for her in the warrens was adopting the kits of some breeding addict noble that couldn't be bothered to care for them. Life existed to breed, to make kits and pass on your genes to the next generation. What was the point of a long life if one had no chance of producing kits of their own?

And so Holly found a few like minded kin and gathered them together to join her. They would leave the warren and it's exploitive rules behind and set out to find new homes, perhaps even start a warren of their own. They would travel north, into the Great Wilds, the only lands nearby not claimed by one group or another. There were many terrible stories about the Wilds, stories of magic and monsters she didn't believe could possible be true. Others told her it was suicidal to try to enter the wilds, that there was no chance they could find a place to start a warren in such a frightful land, but Holly didn't care. She would rather risk her life in the wilds trying to find a home then live in the warrens knowing she would never have a chance to have a child of her own.

Or so Holly had thought when she left. Now waking up alone in a strange forest, one looking far different then the lands she had last remembered walking and with no memory of how she had gotten here, Holly was far less certain about her plan to leave the Warren. All her carefully collected supplies, the rations, camping gear, all the things she put together to make sure her party would survive, were no where to be found. Worse yet none of the kin that had left with her were here either. She feared she may have lead them all to their doom with her foolhardy plan. She needed to find the other kin and ensure they were safe, not that she had any clue how to do that when she wasn't even sure where she was at the moment.

If all that wasn't enough to concern here there was the other mystery of her new predicament to deal with, the undeniable swelling of her abdomen. There was no denying she was pregnant, though she had no idea how that had happened or who the sire may have been. She had always dreamt of one day being a mother or father of kits of her own, but this was not how she had planned for that eventuality to happen. She was torn between joy at her newfound motherhood, confusion on how she could be so far along with the pregnancy without remembering how it happened, anger at not knowing who had done it to her, and fear that she would be unable to properly care for the kits when they were born while stranded and alone.

But now wasn't the time to worry about that! For now she just needed to focus on survival. Luckily she had dedicated over a year planning for this excursion, she had studied everything you can know about wildland survival. Sure she didn't have much real experience in the wilds, but she at least knew the theory behind surviving out here. The first tip when lost in the wilds was to stay in one place while waiting for rescue, but given she didn't know how she got there, and her stomach gave clear evidence that some time must have passed since she was last with her friends, she didn't think it was wise to presume anyone was searching for her. That meant her next goal should be to secure food, water, and ideally shelter. Listening carefully she thought she heard the faint sound of a babbling stream to the east. If she was right that would secure her the most important resource of water. Plus following a stream should be the best way to find civilization.

So setting her fears aside for the moment Holly focused on traveling east towards what she hoped would be a stream, keeping her eyes out for edible fruit along the way.