Hiya! Most of the characters and the setting and the idea all belong to Brian Jacques, the
genius with a quill. The plot however is mine.
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Taken from the writings of John Churchmouse.
It has been 3 seasons since Matthias defeated Cluny the Scourge. It seems that out of a
good deed, can come a bad one. Rumor from a traveling quail that many Vermin have heard of
Cluny's downfall. They are eager to test their might. A lot of Hot-headed gangs have
"attacked." All have been defeated and sparred. On a lighter note Matthias and Abbot Alf (he
now refuses to be now as Mordalfus!) Have caught their biggest Grayling ever! it ways almost
3 pounds. It took almost 12 hours to catch! With the help of Constance and all the Otters it
was finally hauled in. Friar Hugo almost died when he saw it. Mattimeo and no-longer silent
Sam are keeping the terrible twins Tim and Tess always busy by a never ending game of tag.
It still hasn't stopped snowing, though I like it like this... well it looks like there's a
giant snowball fight and I'm not one to not play so I'm going to play. I'll see you on the
marrow.
John washed his hands and went outside. With Dibbuns running around and sucking on
icicles, life felt good. There had been no threat to Redwall in three weeks and hadn't been a
casualty in nearly a season.
But else where things were not so good. A fieldmouse in Mossflower was not having a
good day.
"Tell us where Redwall is or 'ill gut ya!"
"It's up the road..across from the ditch. But if you're planning to try to conquer Redwall
you'll never do it! You get yours ferret! You'll...."
He never got further. His lifeless body hit the ground with a dagger in his skull.
"Move out or the Chief will Kill ya. We need to find that Abbey or we won't see the
night. Sergeant!"
"Sir!"
"Report to the Chief and give him the coordinates to 'em.
"Sir!"
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The Warlord Whitekill the Fierce was in a good mood. A pure White ferret (not albino)
with blue eyes gave him a cute appearance. But He was anything but cute. He could not stand
any other creature, so all but his seer was a Ferret. He had an aura of fear that caused
even the bravest creature to shake in his wake. He even had a wolf to ride into battle. His
standard bearer could barely hold the flag without it shaking. The Standard was his
symbol, and it was known as the symbol of death. It had a mole skull, along with mouse and
badger skull. The badger wanted to keep his land.
So he lost his life.
"Major Deathbed!"
"Sir"
"Has their been any word from Captain Frowe?"
"Yes, he has sent the coordinates. We will march when you say."
"IDIOT! why did you not tell me sooner?! You are lucky you are leaving with your life.
leave now Captain. And prepare to March."
The newly demoted Captain sulked off. Once you were demoted you really need to work hard
in this Horde to get back up.
CLONK!
The standard Bearer had dropped the flag on Whitekill's head.
A smile was on the warlords face.
"Throw him on the fire...alive."
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A feast was at Redwall and it was the Winter of the Endless Snow. There was an
unrelenting snowstorm that hadn't stopped since the last leaf had fallen. Sometimes it was
heavy, other times light, though it had never stopped. The Feast was nothing short of
magnificent. With the mushroom pasties and fruit salads, everyone was happy.
"Try the Ale, its great!"
"Burr 'aye, you bee mity right! Try ze' salad."
"This Pasties is Godly!"
"Here to Father Alf!"
"Yeah!!!"
That was when Whitekill came.
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How is it? tell me! Yes there will be continuation.
genius with a quill. The plot however is mine.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Taken from the writings of John Churchmouse.
It has been 3 seasons since Matthias defeated Cluny the Scourge. It seems that out of a
good deed, can come a bad one. Rumor from a traveling quail that many Vermin have heard of
Cluny's downfall. They are eager to test their might. A lot of Hot-headed gangs have
"attacked." All have been defeated and sparred. On a lighter note Matthias and Abbot Alf (he
now refuses to be now as Mordalfus!) Have caught their biggest Grayling ever! it ways almost
3 pounds. It took almost 12 hours to catch! With the help of Constance and all the Otters it
was finally hauled in. Friar Hugo almost died when he saw it. Mattimeo and no-longer silent
Sam are keeping the terrible twins Tim and Tess always busy by a never ending game of tag.
It still hasn't stopped snowing, though I like it like this... well it looks like there's a
giant snowball fight and I'm not one to not play so I'm going to play. I'll see you on the
marrow.
John washed his hands and went outside. With Dibbuns running around and sucking on
icicles, life felt good. There had been no threat to Redwall in three weeks and hadn't been a
casualty in nearly a season.
But else where things were not so good. A fieldmouse in Mossflower was not having a
good day.
"Tell us where Redwall is or 'ill gut ya!"
"It's up the road..across from the ditch. But if you're planning to try to conquer Redwall
you'll never do it! You get yours ferret! You'll...."
He never got further. His lifeless body hit the ground with a dagger in his skull.
"Move out or the Chief will Kill ya. We need to find that Abbey or we won't see the
night. Sergeant!"
"Sir!"
"Report to the Chief and give him the coordinates to 'em.
"Sir!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The Warlord Whitekill the Fierce was in a good mood. A pure White ferret (not albino)
with blue eyes gave him a cute appearance. But He was anything but cute. He could not stand
any other creature, so all but his seer was a Ferret. He had an aura of fear that caused
even the bravest creature to shake in his wake. He even had a wolf to ride into battle. His
standard bearer could barely hold the flag without it shaking. The Standard was his
symbol, and it was known as the symbol of death. It had a mole skull, along with mouse and
badger skull. The badger wanted to keep his land.
So he lost his life.
"Major Deathbed!"
"Sir"
"Has their been any word from Captain Frowe?"
"Yes, he has sent the coordinates. We will march when you say."
"IDIOT! why did you not tell me sooner?! You are lucky you are leaving with your life.
leave now Captain. And prepare to March."
The newly demoted Captain sulked off. Once you were demoted you really need to work hard
in this Horde to get back up.
CLONK!
The standard Bearer had dropped the flag on Whitekill's head.
A smile was on the warlords face.
"Throw him on the fire...alive."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A feast was at Redwall and it was the Winter of the Endless Snow. There was an
unrelenting snowstorm that hadn't stopped since the last leaf had fallen. Sometimes it was
heavy, other times light, though it had never stopped. The Feast was nothing short of
magnificent. With the mushroom pasties and fruit salads, everyone was happy.
"Try the Ale, its great!"
"Burr 'aye, you bee mity right! Try ze' salad."
"This Pasties is Godly!"
"Here to Father Alf!"
"Yeah!!!"
That was when Whitekill came.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
How is it? tell me! Yes there will be continuation.