Chapter One: The Battle Begins

Ferkul, a dark red-furred Squirrel sat on a boulder looking into the clear blue sky, the yellow orb of light shone into his eyes and he soon decided to stop looking into the sky.

"Ferkul ...Rose...-snort-... fur? We're attackin' th' village soon." The Rat addressing him was having a hard time saying the Squirrels last name and keeping a straight face. The Rat studied the Squirrel, not many saw much of this particular Captain.

The Squirrel was rather young, and wore a loose dark blue tunic and green pants. He wore a dagger in the piece of rope that fitted him as a belt. He also had dark brown eyes. He didn't look very threatening to the Rat, considering the Squirrel was young and... a Squirrel. The Rat had grown up learning from his parents that Woodlanders weren't to be taken that seriously... That they were all really creatures who went about sparing their foes, though it didn't always turn out that way...

"Something funny, Rat?"

"No, sir, nuthin' at all." Said the Rat.

"What's your name?" Questioned Ferkul, looking at the Rat.

"Cadill Thunderpaw, sir." He had a feeling he shouldn't tell the Squirrel his name, but he had to obey a superior.

The Squirrel nodded slowly. "Right, Cadill, if you ever... ever giggle my name like that again, I will behead you." Said the Squirrel, "Understand?"

Cadill nodded quickly.

Ferkul studied the Rat, he would behead him if something like this occurred again.

The Rat was thin and tall, his fur was a Grey colour. His eyes were light brown. The thin Rat wore a yellow tunic and green pants, the Rat had as his weapon, a rapier.

Ferkul decided he was just another hordebeast and nothing special immediately, so he could be beheaded with hardly anyone noticing.

Ferkul watched the Rat scurry away, and the Squirrel slowly followed, the Squirrel hadn't been that far from the camp, but he had been somewhere silent enough to think.

Ferkul, upon reaching camp, immediately went to the Warlord, a large muscular Ferret with blue eyes.

"Chief?" Ferkul questioned. "We're attacking?"

"Yes, Ferkul, right now." A toothy grin was on the Ferret's face. "The village has gold in it."

Ferkul nodded, "What was the village called again, Chief?... Delprun?"

"Yes, that's what it's called." Said the large Ferret nodding.

"We attack it now?"

"Now."

"Doomfit, you filthy foulfurred fiddlefaced felenous fiendish frogwalloper," The Vole addressed the Weasel, "Can you tell me why your looking for this amulet? You never told me... And I demand to know."

"Yew? Demandin' sumfin'? Gee, tha's sumfin' ye on'y hear 'bout ten times a day." Said the shifty-looking Weasel to the Vole. "If'n I didn' tell yew afore why would I tell yew now? Dun make sense ta me."

There was a long silence, then the Vole complained, "I'm hungry."

"Sumfin' else ye hear 'bout ten times a day." Said the Weasel, as if amazed. "Yer th' 'unter." Said the Weasel shrugging. "I'm 'ungry as well, but I dun' complain."

"No, you just complain about everything else, one-ear."

"One-ear? Why yew moronic liddle twerp!"

"Slobberchops!"

"Dozypaws!"

"Idiot!

"Craventailed cur!"

"Filthy no-one!"

The Weasel took a deep breath, shaking with rage he yelled, "Scum-wallowin' slopswillin' savage slackgutted slimesided sludgehearted spiritless slop-pawed stinky stringpawed snaggletoothed scumnosed sneaky spit-spatterin' scummy snitnosed scuttlebug-like smellypawed slothful scrawfonk!" Then he gasped for breath after uttering the lengthy insult, then added, with a grin. "Tha's what yew are, Skif."

The Vole stared at the Weasel, mouth agape. He then shut his mouth and smiled. "Nice, but I could do better."

"Oh yeah? Try." Challenged Doomfit.

"You are a boring binsnouted baldybacked bumptious butterbellied beetlebrained boot-licking bird-brained bottlenosed bangtail!"

"How kin ye be beedlebrained an' birdbrained? Tha's jus' stoopid, yew moronic idiot."

"Why you..."

Thus, the two journeyed onward.

In the village of Delprun a dibbun Rabbit practiced battling with another Rabbit, they both used sticks as weapons.

A young Grey-furred Rabbit called Scado watched them and sighed, "You two better be careful. I don't want to have to tell either of your mothers you lost an eye."

"Kiffey like ta looz an eye, then Kiffey could be a pirate." Said one Rabbit dibbun grinning.

Many of the Rabbit dibbuns admired 'vermin', and since Rabbits were rather neutral, not basing beasts on their species, the town had become allies with woodlanders and 'vermin'. 'Vermin had a proper title just like Woodlanders, they were called Descuac. Descuac as an insult were called vermin, and, though not many Woodlanders knew it, Woodlanders as an insult were called killbeasts.

The Grey-furred Rabbit suddenly spotted a Ferret in the distance, and rushed off to tell his Father that travelers were approaching, he stopped and looked at the Ferret again, now it was not just one Ferret, but many creatures, including a young Ferret that looked like the leader's son. He decided to be quicker about it.

"Rrrrriiiiiiiiptttteeeeeeethhhh!" The battle cry was heard throughout village.