***Short note This is based off a character I role play for Redwall. A backstory for him I may or may not keep up on Fanfiction as this is before he comes to Redwall Abbey but the abbey is mentioned as this is one of those someone tells a story buy most is set in the Snowy Northlands…please review and let me know thoughts****
Oz sat in his chair in the Great Hall, he had been here many seasons and had seen dibbuns come and go, he has lived to see 3 abbots in his long life here..Abbot Lorimis, Abbot Benar and just recently Abbot Konno. Oz was starting to feel his age, fairly old even for a badger. He started to close his eyes for a nap.
"Papa Oz Papa Oz!" A trio of dibbuns called. More came and waited for him to wake up, if he was asleep that is.
Oz opened his eyes and smiled. He was blind and had been for a while but he knew their voices, their paw steps, he walked around the abbey knowing it from top to bottom and visitors didn't always know he was blind as it seemed he got along just fine. "Is it story time already, fine….awww I have one, the story of far off Snowy North. When I was a dibbun and before I came to live here…"
The story begins with a female badger limping threw the snow. The winter had been so hard, hardly any food and her mate, Powell, had died trying to find some. She knew her mate had befriended a tribe of beasts not far from here, most would fear them but they were good. A tribe of wolves who keep away from most. She made it to the entry and then collapsed, a small season old dibbun tumbled from her grip. Another badger beside her, just barely out of his dibbun seasons shaked his mother's shoulder .
"Mom..mom wake up! Wake up" The young badger said and looked to the crying bundle and picked it up gently "Its ok Ozzy…I am here"
Oz cried and soon the attention of wolves came to them. The leader checked on the mother and looked to the two young badgers "I am Silverfangs, leader of the Rushing waters….your family to Powell and Kate, I am sorry for your lost, your parents were good friends…come and stay with me and my tribe, we have food and warmth. What are your names?"
The older badger came forward "I am Zork..and this is my baby brother Oz"
Silverfangs nodded "Be welcomed then…sons of Kate and Powell Winters….."
Slowly the badgers entered the camp and their new life begun.