A/N: Hello there! Red Velvet Fox the Red Velveteer at your service!

Okay so this is an idea that just hit me last night like a five-hundred-pound brick. And if there's one thing I can tell you about five-hundred-pound bricks, its that they are VERY hard to ignore. Yep. So I wrote this! :D If you have any constructive criticism or comments, please put them in your review! I'd love to hear them! :3 So yes, onward with the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own Redwall... is this really necessary?

Spitepaw (my ferret OC): YES!

Me: *pouts* FINE. Idon'townRedwallBrianJacquesdoes. ...Happy?

Spitepaw: *smirks evilly* Yes.

Chapter One

Hello, I guess. I'm Jonathan, a young ferret who believes he is a thief. I like to think I'm actually pretty good, especially when I steal something and make off all right, but who knows if there's any truth to that assumption?

I was currently standing outside in front of the cottage that I resided in with the rest of my family. It was night out and there was a slight breeze, and I was just returning from a particularly successful thieving.

I opened the rotted wooden door to the old broken-down cottage as quietly as possible, wincing as the rusty hinges squeaked in protest. There was really nothing I could do about those accursed hinges: I'd tried oil more than once, but the horrible little things acted like I had just dumped five gallons of water on them, meaning they stayed rusty and maybe even rusted up a bit more. And I'm sure you guessed I over-exaggerated about the whole "five gallons thing." Yeah. We should move on now.

What was I up to? ...Oh right, the door. So once the door was open enough, and I'm pretty skinny so it didn't take too long before the space between the door and the wall of the cottage reached the preferable width, I tip-pawed into the main room. I slowly shut the door and sucked in my breath sharply when it creaked loudly. I relaxed once it had shut up... literally and metaphorically-speaking.

The room was very dark and quiet. It felt unnatural. I shuddered and hugged my arms to my chest. I was actually pretty relieved that no one was here, awake, to ask me awkward questions like, "Where were you?", but still. It was creepy being in the old house without a light to help you see where you are going, or a friend to give you the necessary comfort that helps you put your fears of the dark behind you.

Huh. The thief, the one who stays in the shadows for a living, is afraid of the dark. Some thief I am.

Then again, I guess I just like to think I'm a thief. I like believing I can sneak up on someone unnoticed, pretending I can be something I most certainly am not. I'm kidding myself with this whole thief-gig really. A real thief would've known how to take care of a rusty hinge good and proper.

I mentally shook myself. Stop thinking like that! You are a thief! Just not a very... good one.

I was so busy with my thoughts that I didn't hear my sister, Priscilla, walk down the stairs.

"Jonathan? Is that you? What are you doing up so late? And why are you wearing that old black cloak?" she said, blinking bleary eyes, one forepaw on the stair rail.

I jumped, spun around and began fidgeting with my forepaws nervously. "Oh, um, yes, I'm Jonathan. Hello, sis."

She squinted at me, which looked odd, seeing as her tired-looking eyes were already only partially open. "You didn't answer my other questions, Johnny."

I frowned and furrowed my brow. "Don't call me that."

"Whatever, master," she replied in a mocking tone, rolling her eyes. We stood there, staring at each other, before she broke the silence. "Well? Are you going to answer my last two questions or what?"

"What," I answered.

Priscilla stamped her foot. Uh oh. Mad Priscilla was bad. Very bad. "Johnny, come on! Answer my questions! What's up with you? Why have you been acting so weird and..." she paused as she searched for the right word, looking at her paws as if they would help her think. After a few moments she looked up at me again, her face twisted in frustration as she finished her previous sentence. "...And secretive! Yes, secretive! Why have you been acting so weird and secretive!"

I waved my paws at her, trying to get her to lower her voice. "Sh! You'll wake up mum and dad!"

"I don't care!" Priscilla yelled. "Maybe they can get an answer out of you! I'm so sick and tired of waking up nearly every night and seeing you down here. I know you're going outside and doing... something out there! I'm not sure what it is, but it surely isn't something good! So tell me Jonathan! Tell me what you're doing that is so secret!"

I looked down at my paws. I couldn't tell her... not after what had happened only four months ago... My parents and Priscilla had already found out I had been stealing things once before and they had banned me from doing it ever again. But I couldn't stop. I just loved that exciting feeling I got when I went off to thieve, the feeling that, at any moment, I could be caught, and I couldn't leave it behind me. Believe me, I tried.

Once more my train of thought was broken by Priscilla. "Well?"

Then again, if I didn't tell Priscilla what was going on, I had a feeling she would just rat on me in the morning and I'd have to confess that I broke the promise I made to my parents... and to her, anyway. I was trapped, and Priscilla knew it. Either I told her the truth tonight, or I told the truth to my whole family tomorrow morning. I sighed. It would be best just to go with the former. The less people there were that knew I went off thieving every night the better.

"I was... off..." I deliberately didn't finish my sentence, hoping Priscilla would catch my drift and say the word I couldn't.

She did. "...Thieving. You were off thieving." She stood there for a few heartbeats, completely motionless, before adding, "Please say no. Please, just say no."

"Yes," I mumbled.

She raised an eyebrow. "Yes, you will say no?"

"You know what I meant!"

Priscilla bit her lip and avoided my gaze. As quickly as she came, Thoughtful, Confused, Unsure Priscilla disappeared and was replaced with Mad Priscilla. She stomped up to me and thrust her face into mine, fists clenched. Her voice was low and sounded merely annoyed, but I knew she was seething inside. "I can't believe you," was all she said. She then spun around and stomped up the stairs.

I considered following after her, maybe even bursting into her room and begging for forgiveness, but I knew it was too late for that now. It would be best if I just waited a few moments before going up there into my own room and giving Priscilla the option to come in out of the blue and chew me out. No, if I wanted to avoid any more trouble, I best just wait a while down here until I was sure she was asleep.

I plopped myself down in a ragged old lounge chair and sighed. I had sunk myself into this mess that my secret had become a little too far, and now all it wanted to do, all it could do, was consume me.

I shivered. The room had suddenly gone very cold. Perhaps I hadn't fully shut the door...? No, I was sure I had heard it click shut. Well, it did have a few holes around the edges, making it look like a beaver had gotten a hold of it and decided it would make a tasty snack, so maybe that's where the draft was coming from. I put my hands into my shirt pockets, trying to warm them up.

My forepaw wrapped itself around the object I had put there. Oh, right. I had forgotten all about the strange thing I had stolen that night. I pulled it out and held it in my forepaws, staring at it in awe. It was a little locket that appeared to be made out of some sort of black stone. It was a smooth, round shape, and I liked the way it felt beneath my fingers; so perfect. There wasn't a single dent or bump on its surface. I pocketed the locket and relaxed into the moth-eaten chair.

The locket was quite a spectacle, but was it really worth all this trouble?

I frowned at this sudden thought and got up. I was sure Priscilla was asleep by now; she could fall asleep faster than anything, even if danger hung above her head. ...Of course, I wasn't dangerous and my thieving wasn't dangerous either... just a silly little game really.

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