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Hiya folks. Its your friend grubswiper bringing you another Fic.

I dont really know why I haven't been writing for a while. But I hope to write at least 7 more stories this year.

happy reading.

(Ps) I would like to bally thank the writers who reviewed my stories.

Disclaimer: I......dont......own........redwall..........(that's what I heard)

(Begin prologue)

The winter wind roared outside as peaceful Redwallers sat warmed and cozy around a crackling fire. The Abby dwellers ( including dibbuns ) sat around the warm fire, swapping and listening to stories.

The winter had so far been snowing day in day out. So it was only right to call the season 'Winter of the Deepest Snow'.

Inside the redwall creatures had snacked on candied chestnuts, cheese flans, and Ambrose Spikes famous Cup of Cheer.

The hedgehog himself was on his way down his cellars with Basil Stag Hare when he heard a knock at the front oak doors. The hog started to the door with a shuffle when he was bowled over flat by Basil as he raced toward the door with his hind legs in action. The veteran hare flung the large door ajar as wind and snow rushed in, as did one mole and one old ottermaid.

Basil quickly slammed the door shut. Kindly he helped the old otter to feet. Surprisingly she jumped up to her feet and started to help the mole get up, who was very young, still a dibbun.

"thank goodness we spotted your Abby mate, or we woulda been goners. Krimpa, I am ashamed at you ya little watershrimp. Say thank you to th'nice hare."

Krimpa slowly walked up to basil and bowed till his soft velvety face touched the ground.

"Thank yee kindly zurr."

And without another word, the mole scooted back behind the ottermaid and clung to her sea shell embroidered long skirt. The old maid winked at Ambrose Spike, who had recovered and was shuffling up beside Basil Stag Hare.

"Young Krimpa is still very shy messmate. He has had a tragic past. He doesnt know who is good and who is evil until he gets to know the creature. his community had been attacked by murderer rats."

Basil felt sorry for the mole who was still behind the otter.

"well he is with us friends now. You have arrived at the bally Redwall Abby. Best place a creature can jolly well be. Allow me to introduce my self. I am Basil Stag Hare, retired fur and foot fighter. And this is Ambrose Spike, best brewer of drinks redwall has ever seen."

The old otter curtsied to them both.

"thank you for your kindness. My name is Sleek. I come from the Waterwave Holt."

Ambrose bowed back.

"Pleased ter meetcha. Come to the Cavern Hole with us. The Abbot and others would like to see you, Im sure."

It turned out that everyone was delighted to have the twos company. The dibbuns had taken Krimpa under their wing. They split a huge cheese flan, a bowl of Medowcream with candied chestnuts to dip them in. Krimpa immediately like the dibbuns. And the food too!

When it got late, the dibbuns were shepherd to bed. But the elders stayed in the cavern hole to Sleek story. After finishing a beaker of Hotroot Punch brought up specially from the cellars by Ambrose, she coughed to clear her throat.

"Ahem. All right mates, the tale of the great war of the rats, lets see.........

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All right that's another chappie, this is my first time writing a prologue, so please tell me what I would need work on. Dont worry, the next chap will be up soon.

Bye.

Grubswiper