W0NWILL: That was fun! I'm hanging you lot with two cliffhangers (maybe one and a half) Anyone who has an idea for the next trivia question PM either of us with the question and answer, we can only come up with so many.

Psychochic98:

Answer to Trivia Question 2: Boar repeated the name of every warrior he knew of (he ended with Martin's.)

Trivia Question 3: What are all the titles of Tsarmina the wildcat.

Chapter Seven

Castiona hit the hare over the head with the handle of her miniature battle-ax. "Why did ye feel tha need ta kilt young Parvo? What did he ev'r de ta ye?"

"Stupid fools, I've never wanted to be a member of the Patrol, I was going to run, but Parvo got in the way."

Tila pounced on Dolo and began using all her skills as a boxing hare. "Parvo wes

en'cent! Thes goes aginst all tha rules of a Long Patrol hare! De ye enjey kilting en'cent creetures fer no reeson?" Tila was hopping mad, so much that her eyes were a dark shade of pink. Dolo wriggled out of her grip and ran. Tila ran after him but Dolo was fast after all the seasons he spent as a runner. Fatasi grabbed one of Castiona's knives and flung it. The knife embedded itself in the back of his left knee.

"That's for Parvo." Fatasti stood dry-eyed over Dolo.

Castiona wretched her knife free and kicked Dolo scornfully. "Ye had thet comin'. Troops ye know whet ta do." The patrol closed in around him and he screamed, then fell silent. The hares backed away from the mangled body, and sheathed their weaponry. Tila nudged the body with her footpaw and then spoke, "Let tha carrion dis'ose of thes un.

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Gonff and Dinny were at the abbey while their friends were out searching for flood victims, but they would have rathered drowned out with them, then face the horror they was currently in the middle of; Dibbun bath time. Soaked to the bone, and covered in suds, they were wrestling a baby hedgehog (really bad idea) into the basin. They kept getting spiked by the little creature, as she really didn't want to take a bath. DAB had been expanded from Dibbuns Against Bedtime, to Dibbuns Against Bathtime as well. This little female hedgehog, was the ring-leader for the entire organization. By the time all the Dibbuns were clean and in fresh night clothes, the pair were exhausted, and looked like pincushions. They were sent to Brother Frater for a very painful night.

"Tut, tut, what do we have here? A mouse- and a mole-hog?"

Gonff looked extremely perturbed and snapped at the Brother, "Just pull out these insufferable spikes, or we'll have you wrestle a baby hedgehog, and see how you like it."

Brother Frater; who is a hedgehog, just smiled. "I wouldn't mind, baby hedgehogs are extremely soft, by normal standards."

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Brome, Felldoh, and Grumm the mole sat on a small rock ledge in the quarry. They were planning an uprising, while they waited for Triffle's return.

Felldoh was extremely creative in his ideas. They included boiling vermin alive, and using the tools from the quarry to attack the enemy. Grumm and Brome being intelligent, and speaking from experience, knew it would never work.

"We don't want another incident, like the one with Druwp, back at Marshank," sighed Brome.

"We'm shud gater weepens in preepration fer wheen miz Triffly cooms back, theen we'm cud foight with Zur Marthen und Triffly," Grumm said wisely.

"I agree," Brome said, "All we can do is wait."

"Git workin' yew lot, I kin't have idle paws 'round here!" Burfo struck at them with his whip. He hit Brome across the face, and the mouse went down. His friends surrounded him, but he was unconscious. Felldoh started to shake him, while Grumm went to get some water. When Grumm returned, Brome had stopped breathing.

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Riga jogged up to Castiona and reported. "Sarge, there are some Guosim up ahead, wot!"

"Well den't just stend there, shews be goodbeasts, lets see dem."

The shew camp was large and festive. The Log-a-log hailed Tila and Castiona warmly. "Hello! Come and sit by the fire! Are you going to Redwall? I'm Log-a-log Big Club."

"Ah'm Tila und thes is Castiona, we're sargent's of the Long Patrol."

"I'm Scrilio and this is me mate, Triffle. She needs to save Noonvale from a vermin horde, they enslaved all of Noonvale and she is getting Martin the Warrior so he can fight them vermin."

"The Guosim will help you." Log-a-log said this firmly.

"Log-a-log," Triffle objected, "This isn't your fight, Martin has a reason to do this, you don't."

"Yes I do, the Guosim are getting lazy fishing their days away, we need a good scrape, besides you're going to Redwall and I won't miss their vittles for nothin'. But first let's

eat!"

Over supper with Log-a-log and his wife, Honeysuckle. They made small talk while they ate until Log-a-log asked, "Do any of you know of a small shrew called Papilo?" The hares and Scrilio look confused but Triffle sat up.

"Why, yes. Papilo lives at Noonvale with her adopted father, Pallum."

Log-a-log was overjoyed for a moment but became crestfallen. "I don't suppose that that's the place that was enslaved by vermin."

"Unfortunatly so."

"Well that gives me all the more reason to go with you, Papilo's my daughter. Her mother and I lost her to vermin years ago, and never thought we would see her again. We always held onto the hope that she was alive."

"YOU always held onto that hope, I knew she was alive. There was a lot of fight in that child, even as young as she was," Honeysuckle replied.

As they spoke, Cursu ran up to the twins sergeants. "Sarges! Fatigo and I were scouting out the land, and we spotted the turrets of Redwall off in the distance. There is only one problem, the ground between us and it is completely flooded, and we spotted a large gang of motley vermin."

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Martin waded through the expanse of water that covered the lower ground.

"Mama, Dady, wake up! Don't leave me alone!"

Martin ordered to Spring, "Go and see who's making that noise."

Spring nodded and dived in the flood water which was deep enough to swim in easily.

"'Tis a baby fieldmouse!"

"Well, don't dawdle, bring him in!" Martin ordered.

Martin knelt in front of the fieldmouse. "What's your name?"

"It's Jen."

"Okay Jen, I'm sorry, but your Mother and Father aren't coming back, but we'll take you to live at Redwall Abbey."

"Will it be nice there?" Jen sniffled and wiped a paw across his eyes.

"It's lovely there, you'll love it, I can assure you." Martin promised.

"Okay, will it be my home?"

"Yes it will."

"Will Momma and Daddy come with me?"

"No."

"But why?"

"Because they can't."

"But why?"

"Because they went on a journey."

"But why?"

"Because everybeast has to go on this journey someday."

"But why?"

"Now then, don't go and upsetting your elders," Spring picked up Jen and began tickling him.

"Put Jen down, Jen don't like being tickled," Jen complained.

"Fine," Spring relented, "but walk in the middle of the group."

"Jen happy now, see?" Jen smiled widely.

The group added an old mole, a young squirrel, and a vole to their list of survivors.

Spring was looking for something. "Where's Jen?" She asked Martin.

"Four otters stay here with the survivors, the rest of you split into groups of three and search for him." Martin ordered.

Spring and an otter called Streamer went with Martin. They were only searching for a short while, when they came across a horrific sight. Jen was fine, but not for long. He was being stared down by an adder. Spring jumped on the adder and began wrestling with the foul beast. Streamer grabbed Jen and pulled the baby vole out of the way. Martin drew his sword, and cut off the snake's head, but he was too late. The creature had bitten Spring.

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