It was a cold evening, I had learned by age how to fend for myself. "Hey," I shouted. "Get away!" I called to a nearby rat. He was too close to what I called food. It wasn't much, 4 apples, 2 potatoes, a small cooked fish, and a small bottle of October ale. It was nice, having nobody to watch over. I quickly went over all I had in my small sack I carried. The aforementioned food, a small dagger, a torch, a bit of oil, some rope, 3 pieces of charcoal (one for writing), and about 5 sheets of parchment. "But Bloodfang," You ask. "How do you have all that?" Simple, really. I would always be on the lookout for abandoned sacks. Back then, I was pitiful. I still regret stealing from those sacks, I mean, they were abandoned, but it was still not the best thing to do. Anyway, I had decided to go out and raid again. I had heard the crackles of fire nearby. I readied the dagger and hid some bushes, looking for any bags. I then noticed the other creature there was sleeping. And, on the subject of other animals, here is a quick story of why I became a street fox. We were heading to Redwall Abbey, my parents and I, and my mother had said we had arrived. Then, my dad to an arrow between the eyes and my mom took a spear in the heart that was obviously meant for me. Luckily, at the time I was about 8 or 9, so I knew how to fend for myself, my parents taught me that when I was about 7. Anyway, back to the story. Since that, uh... hare I think? Yeah, it was a hare. Was asleep, I took a peek into the sack. Lo and Behold, there were 2 potatoes, a loaf of bread, another 2 bottles of October ale, another couple fishes, a fishing net, and some bait. I left a bit of the bait and a net, figuring he was a fisherman and could catch more fish anyway. That was a less regrettable thing I did. I then added the things I wanted into the sack, left the net and bait, and set off again.

*Author's Note* So here it is, the first chapter in the Bloodfang's Tale series. See you later.