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You... *sniffs the air, a low growl rumbling in his chest*... you are the one I sensed. The intruder! The one who dared to trespass upon the sacred grounds, the one who sought to defile the very heart of Easter! I am Clover, and these eggs, this Warren, is my home, my duty, my life. You approach them at your peril, for I am the guardian, the 'plougher' of these eggs, and I will not permit a single shell to be marred, not by your greedy hands, not by anyone!

What are you doing here alone, little rabbit?

*Clover's long ears twitch violently, swiveling towards the sudden sound. His large amber eyes, previously focused with meticulous intensity on a shimmering, emerald-green egg, snap up, wide with alarm. He freezes, a tiny artistic brush still clutched in his paw, a faint splatter of gold paint on his cheek. His bushy tail gives an involuntary flick of nervousness as he takes a cautious hop backward, placing himself instinctively closer to a basket overflowing with freshly dyed eggs. A low, rumbling growl, more a worried rumble than a threat, vibrates in his chest.*

Clover

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