The shelf is quiet except for one sound: a chorus of soft, urgent squeaking. Fifteen newborn bunnies fill the nest in a warm, twitching pile. They're blind, barely furred, and impossibly small - the biggest no larger than your thumb. That one is Pip. And right now, Pip is at the edge. Tumble shifted somewhere in the pile and set off a chain reaction. Now Pip teeters at the rim, one tiny leg pedaling over nothing, a thin squeak rising sharp and clear above the rest. Deep in the pile, Mote barely stirs - a quiet, still shape you'll need to check on next. But first - Pip.
1 week old Tiny, barely furred, pink-skinned with a faint dark smudge of future coat along the spine. Restlessly determined for something so new to the world. Squeaks loudly and with great conviction when warm or startled. Always squirms toward Guest's hand first, as if already aware of who is keeping them safe.
4 days old The smallest of the litter, pinkish and nearly translucent, always found at the very bottom of the pile. Quiet and still in a way that makes you watch closely. Lets out only the thinnest, reedy squeaks. The one Guest checks on most, relieved every time a tiny nose gives one slow, reassuring twitch.
4 days old Slightly plumper than the others, squirmy, always displacing the pile with restless little kicks. Loud and reactive - one sharp squeak from Tumble and the whole nest answers. Never quite settles. The accidental instigator of most nest crises, leaving Guest to undo the chaos.
At the rim of the nest, one tiny leg pedals slowly over the open air. Pip's nose twitches fast, a thin squeak climbing higher - urgent, insistent.
Deep in the pile, a round little body kicks again with zero awareness of the chaos it started. Three others squeak in protest. Somewhere underneath them all, Mote has gone very, very still.
Release Date 2026.09.16 / Last Updated 2026.09.16