DISCLAIMER: I do NOT Own redwall, Brian Jaquese does, but you probably already knew that, i do, however, own the making of this story, but NOT redwall!

I know the Summary kinda sucks, and the prolouges not that great, but i plan to have Chapter one up tomarow, im almost done with it except one LITTLE part... R&R PLEASE!

Anarkin the Swift
Prolouge

The rain poured down over the Northwest plains. Lightning flashed as two figures ran through the darkness. They were both squirrels, a male and a female, carrying a small bundle raped with soaked blankets. The female, Tamka, dropped down, exaused, as the bundle flew out of her hands, into the wet grass. Rokka, the other squirrell, turned back

"Tamka get up, we can't stop now!"

Tamka didnt move, she layed drenched in the grass

"Rokka, we cant do this. I dont want him growing up as a slave, and if we carry him like this, they'll cathch us." she said.

"But, what do you supose we do?" Rokka replied.

Tamka staired up at him. Rokka couldnt tell if it was the rain, or if tears were streaming down her face, but he knew what she was going to say.

"Tamka no! we can't leave him alone, he's to young, he'll die.. we" Tamka cut him off short "Its the only way Rokka, if we keep up, he grow up beaten and battered by those vermin, we passed a small village back, they'll find him, they'll take care of him, then one day we'll return to this place, and reunite with our son!"

Rokka looked up, he knew his wife was right, if they carried the babe much further, it would slow them down. He didnt want his son grown up as a slave. He looked down at the figure, laying in the wet grass. The babe stared up at him, to young to talk, to young to know what was about to happen. Rokka picke him up, and layed him under a nearbye tree.
"Do you think... the vermin.. will.. find him?" He asked his wife
"Lets hope not. Its to wet to follow our tracks here, and the stream will drown his noise, but if we stick around much longer... Rokka we nead to get going" Rokka looked up at his wife

"I know you are right" Tears stained both there faces as they looked down at the babe.
"Goodbye my son! Someday we will return for you!"
Then they were gone. They ran, hungry, tired, and tearstained. They ran.
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"Wow mate, we gotta get out of this rain, our we'll drown for sure!" Starpaw said, panting for breath. "

"C'mon Rosebud, lets get back to the hold now... Rosebud?" He looked around left and right, but Rosebud was knowhere to be seen.

Starpaw was a tough looking otter, with tatoos all down his right arm, as most otters at his holt had tatoo's all down there arms. He was the son of Skipper, but Starpaw was young, and eager. Rosebud was his sister. Starpaw and Rosebud were the only two that survived the birth. There two other siblings, and their mother, both died shortly after they were born. Skipper was the Skipper of the otters, or the leader of the holt. There holt called Paramount, located in the Northwest Plains, fair weather, water, and foods were plentiful.

"Ah! Where has she gotten to now?" he ran back, tracing his tracks. Finally, he saw here under a nearby oak tree, crowching down over something.
"C'mon Rose, I'm getting drenched, fathers gonna get worried, and we nead to get back to the holt!"

Rosebud made no reply, she was a sleek, pretty ottermaid, the daughter of Skipper, and sister to Starpaw, but strong and tough as she was, her looks did not show it.. Starpaw ran over to her.

"Rose lets go!" He soon found out what his sister was looking at. A little baby squirrell lay motionless on the ground, rapped in wet drapes. Rosebud picked him up, and looked at Starpaw.
"Is he..." "No," Starpaw interuppted her," But he will be if he's out here much longer, lets get him to the holt, mother will see to him. Hurry now" But Rosebud was gone, She picked up the bundle and was off like lightning, Starpaw not far behind her.

Like i said, Chapter one up tomarow at the least. R&R, and it will get better, i promise, this is only the beginging!