So it has just occurred to me that I do not have any Redwall fanfics currently posted, even though it was the Redwall series that got me into fanfiction in the first place. This cannot stand to be! As such, I must remedy that - by writing a Redwall fanfic, of course! Enjoy!
Everything related to the Redwall series is copyrighted by Brian Jacques, while all original characters belong to me!
Ringneck the common pheasant soared over the northern hills, glancing the ground for his destination. He spotted movement in the distance, and upon closer investigation realized that it was a troop of mink. Some of them were training, while many others were just lounging around, either eating or sleeping. A few stood on guard.
One of the mink on guard spotted the pheasant and called him in. Lucky for him, the mink worked for the beast that he was looking for, and they were expecting his arrival. Ringneck landed between the mink guard and the only tent at the campsite. "Good to see you Neovision!" he greeted. "Is Your Greatness in here?"
"That's Captain Neovision!" the mink barked. "And yes, he is. I will let him know of your arrival." Neovision left his post to complete the task, yet hesitated as he arrived at the entrance of the tent. The leader of the troop was not one to be messed with, and bothering him could result in severe punishment. The mink knew this all too well.
Ringneck huffed in impatience. "Are you just going to stand there, or are you actually going to let me see him?"
Ignoring the annoyed pheasant, Neovison took a deep breath and entered the tent. "My Lord?"
Gorse Blueyes looked up from the papers and maps that he was analyzing, the piercing gaze of the feral cat's blue eyes now locked onto those of the nervous mink's. "Of what reason do you have to disturb me at this time? It better be a good one."
The mink gulped. "My Lord, Ringneck is back with news for you."
"Well, what are you waiting for, let him in!"
Neovision let Ringneck let into the tent before quickly leaving. The pheasant bowed before Gorse. "It is great to see you, Your Greatness."
The feral cat was not in the mood for flattering. "Let's cut to the chase: what news do you bring to me?"
"First, payment." Ringneck extended his wing out, expecting to receive coins.
Gorse had other plans. "First, information. Then payment." The feral cat bared his claws as warning. "Unless you want to die. But then none of us benefit from that now, do we?"
The pheasant sighed. "You're right, Your Greatness. How foolish of me to question otherwise. So here is my news: it should be to your pleasure to hear that the Greeneyes no longer rule over Mossflower. Lord Verdauga is dead, and so is his heir Queen Tsarmina."
"And what about Prince Gingivere?"
"Haven't seen hide nor hair of him. I've heard rumor that he starved to death when his sister imprisoned him."
Gorse grinned in glee as he nodded in acknowledgement. "Purrfect. You did good, Ringneck. As promised, here is your payment." The feral cat grabbed a bag of coins and tossed it to Ringneck.
The pheasant swiped up the bag. "Thank you greatly, Your Greatness. I am forever in your gratitude."
"Good. If I am ever in need of your assistance again then I will send one of my soldiers out to find you. Now fly your tail-feathers out of here, cause I have important work to do."
"Yes Your Greatness." With the bag of coins in the grasp of his feet, Ringneck flew out of the tent and off into the mountains.
Gorse exited the tent, not wanting to waste any time in achieving his goal. "Pack your weapons and hitch the wagon - we are headed to Mossflower!" he commanded his mink troop. "It is time to take what is properly ours!"
