Clover got out of bed. It had only been a day since she had convinced May to let her go and she had already talked to her friends and they had agreed on coming.

It was early morning and Clover got dressed quickly and grabbed her satchel. She was wearing a long cloak to keep the chilly fall air out. She had a scabbard with a dagger at her side and her bow and arrows as well.

Clover found no need to bring them but May had said she might run into some beast or something and would need her weapons. After a long time and a lot of arguing Clover had agreed.

Clover and her friends had agreed to meet at the gate of the town about four miles  north of Clovers house and she had to start early to make it on time.

Clover walked down stairs and…

Clover Jones had always wanted to know what lay beyond the open land of Natalia. 

Ever since she was little she would look out her window and try to imagine what lay beyond the open meadows and the thick dark forests. 

She wondered to herself and watched the sun rise into the great endless blue sky. Only to remember that this was war time and the mending was far from near but Clover believed that one day she would see what lay beyond the land of Natalia.

Clover was older now and since the mending had come she had nothing to do. She lived in Knew City with her older sister May. 

Her parents had been killed in the last battle before the mending. Clover had been learning to be a nurse but she was naturally skilled with bows and was decent with a knife though Clover saw no use…

The stranger disappeared before Helmer and Sigrid could make their way to where he had been standing. Fearing what such a rabbit’s presence might mean, Helmer suggested that they locate King Jupiter and Chief Tarvan. With apologies to Gunvor, Odo, and the younglings, the pair hurried through the streets to Chief Tarvan’s dwelling. Sigrid soon gained them admittance, but as they neared the receiving room they heard tense voices speaking.

“You must be pardoning my skepticism, Jupiterking,” Chief Hardrata was saying. “But we of the bluff is being minding our own affairs for long years. We have not been needing First Warren, and it seems First Warren has not been needing us. Perhaps it is only being you who is feeling the need to have all rabbitkind under your heel.”

“I am not a tyrant seeking slaves,” Jupiter replied earnestly. “I am the heir of Lander, of Whitson, and of…

We know, or have a good idea, why a number of locations belonging to or named by rabbits were named what they were:

• Immovable Mountain: was a mountain that, unusually enough for a mountain, apparently didn't move. Except for the one time it did. Which is the event in the mountain's history that gets brought up most. Weird.

• Blue Moss Hills: from a distance, looked like they were covered in blue moss. Only, as it turns out, they were actually covered in standard colored moss and blue flowers.

• Mistenlands: were...misty. Very misty.

• Golden Coast: was a coastline where rabbits found gold.

• Seddleton: named after Seddle.

Hey guys! Sorry for being such an inconsistent artist! Life has been busy 😪 😌

These are a few sketches that I've managed to slap together in between long and arduous school sessions!:

Paralells between Picket and Garten. Im still working on everybody's final designs! I want each of them to look really distinct but tbh im too afraid to explore that far in my art.

Ooolllllddddddd art of Picket. And one rendered Emma! I just picked up EE in the libraray, and let me tell you -- I had absolutly forgotten how much i love these books. Needless to say. I was inspired 😁

Hello everyone! I wrote a short fanfiction about Wilfred and Smalls during their exile. This is early on when Smalls is about 3 years old. I tried to make this as canon as possible. Hope y'all enjoy!

There was a blanket of stillness settled over the forest.  Although too small to appear on a map, the cluster of trees offered shelter to any travelers for the hour or so it may take for them to journey through.  And there were indeed travelers taking advantage of the protection and comfort offered by these young woods.  

They had been walking for a long time. Well, more like Wilfred had been walking for a long time.  Jupiter’s young heir had slept most of the time in a satchel slung about Wilfred’s shoulder.  Now, however, little Smalden was wide awake.  Wilfred could feel his constant shuffling about in the satchel; it was making the…

Hey guys! I just finished my 3D animated fan trailer for the Green Ember!!! Please make sure to watch it, and share it with other fans of the series!

Jesus is King!

https://youtu.be/VN2IITt6-jc?si=RxzfSqt8lSTafSYL

This story is about Walter Good (Smalls' grandfather) before he became king. It's also the first fanfic I've made. :)

Links to all 8 parts, plus cover art, below.

Feedback is appreciated. Hope you enjoy! -Alempa

Cover art:

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Here is a kind of "cover art" for my fanfiction The Rise of Good. If you haven't read it yet then I'd appreciate it if you did! Here it is! My place beside you! -Alempa :)

Part One, Too Late: