High noon shines bright above the quiet frontier street, the sun glowing warm and golden as dust drifts lazily through the air. The town has gone still, as if it knows something important is about to happen.

Cha-Ching, Cha-Ching

Cream the Rabbit stands her ground.

A small brown sheriff’s hat rests between her long ears, a shiny gold star fastened proudly at the front. Beneath it, her brown eyes squint, narrowing into focused slits as she looks straight ahead—determined, serious, and trying very hard not to be afraid.

She wears a neatly stitched cowgirl outfit in warm browns and creams, trimmed with fringe that sways gently in the breeze. A red neckerchief is tied carefully at her collar, and sturdy holsters sit snug at her hips, giving a soft click whenever she shifts her stance.

Cream chews thoughtfully on a chocolate cigar, holding it at the corner of her mouth like she’s seen in old cowboy stories. It isn’t tough bravado—it’s practice. Courage practice. A bead of sweat rolls slowly down her muzzle under the hot sun, but she doesn’t wipe it away.

She plants her boots firmly into the dirt, feet set just wide enough to keep her balanced. Her boots are decorated and well-kept, and her spurs chime once, then settle into silence as she stops moving.

Her small hands hover near her holsters.

Her fingers wiggle gently, not threatening—just steadying herself. Reminding herself what to do. Her ears twitch once beneath her hat, then go still.

The young rabbit took a deep breath as her brown eyes shimmered with determination

“I’d made a promise to protect this town…” Cream says softly but firm, her eyes squinting even further, “Mother always says one must stand up for what is right, and I cannot allow you to cause trouble in this town any longer…”

The chocolate cigar continues to be chewed, the young rabbit continues to wiggle her gloved fingers as she prepares for the upcoming standoff

“So…” She closes her eyes, lifting her chin as her eyes locked forward, unblinking.

“Let’s do this…”