Yeah I know I said I would update over Christmas break, but who really cares. Its close enough right? Well not really but okay. Starwars Battlefront 2 is fun. Cheese. Fallout 3. Yeahhh…Anyway, here's chapter 12. Aranta seems kinda emo in this chapter, but bear with me, ye hear? (By the way, you should check out my other fic, ashes of mossflower. It's a post- Apocalyptic Redwall story that is largely based on Fallout 3. Except there are no nukes (Salamandastron erupts, frying Mossflower), and no guns, so it's still pretty believable as far as the Redwall universe goes.

Aranta lay in the dirt, shivering as if the temperature had dropped to below freezing. His eyes were shut tight, and his fists were clenched.

The weasel probably deserved to die, but nobeast deserved to die like that. But what shook Aranta the most was that after only a few more seconds in his blood-crazed state, Violet would have ended up the same as the weasel. This fact seriously scared Aranta.

Violet was horrified at what she had just witnessed. She felt a strong urge to run as far away from this whole thing as possible, but she forced herself to move closer to Aranta, just to see if there was anything at all that she could do for him. His eyes snapped open.

"Get away from me." he said darkly.

"You would have ended up just like that weasel." He said, a single tear running down the side of his cheek.

Violet herself wiped a way a tear. The truth was that Aranta had really scared her.

This whole thing was obviously a problem only he could deal with. She began to walk back to where Rurark was. There had to be something she could do for the squirrel.

Aranta slowly dragged himself up.

"What the hell was that!?" he screamed at himself, plunging his sword into a nearby tree with such force that it buried nearly half of the blade. He leaned against the tree, breathing heavily. At that moment he just happened to see his arms. They were almost completely covered in the weasel's blood, and the previously dark brown fur was now dark red. He then looked at his shirt, which he noticed, to his shock, was almost entirely stained red. He wrenched his sword out of the tree, and even after that it was still dripping with blood. His memory of what had just happened was a bit hazy, but, to his horror, it was slowly coming back to him.

Aranta glanced at the weasel he had killed, and soon wished he hadn't. Mutilated wasn't an accurate descriptive term. The weasel was barely even recognizable as a weasel anymore. It was more of a red shapeless mass of gore. A large pool of blood was forming around it, and its right arm was severed at the elbow.

Aranta looked away, and vomited instantly.

Lovely descriptions, huh?

Aranta debated in his mind the decision to go back to were Violet and Rurark were. He was more than ashamed at himself, he was even a bit freaked out at himself, and he didn't really want to face Violet and Rurark at the moment. But the thought of staying where he was, near the dead weasel, seemed far worse to him, and he began to walk back.

At the moment a medic was yanking the arrow out of Deskat's leg. The lizard had insisted upon getting quite drunk before hand, so he wasn't feeling much pain from the whole thing. Actually, he wasn't feeling much of anything at all. He had overdone it a bit, and was now unconscious. The arrow was now out of his leg, and the medic left quite quickly, as the iguana was regaining consciousness, and the medic was a bit frightened that there was a reptile in the infirmary, even though Deskat had made no move to hurt anybody.

Deskat awoke about fifteen minutes later. He was still pretty drunk. Something in the back of his mind was bothering him, but he couldn't remember what it was at the moment. He thought about it. It was something very important, that concerned everybeast in Noonvale. Suddenly he remembered.

"I need to talk to the chief!"

He said, his voice slightly slurred. He tried to get up, but one of the medics set him back down.

"You're not going anywhere, sir."

He said with much sarcasm.

"I'll get Plurba to come here when you're not drunk anymore."

Deskat could have easily overpowered the young sarcastic mouse, but he decided not to, as he would need the Noonvalers on his side if they were to believe the news he had to bring.

When Violet got to where Rurark was, he had already regained some form of consciousness. He could hardly remember anything of what had happened, and he felt like his brain had been mashed out by a lemon wrapped around a gold brick. Everything looked blurred.

Did anyone get the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy reference? If not, READ IT!!!!!!! It's hilarious! Sorry…And Tacos are tasty… mmm…

"Did we get 'em? The weasels?"

He asked, his voice faint. His vision and his memory were coming back to him bit by bit.

"Yeah, Rurark, we got 'em."

She looked away.

"You look upset, Violet, what's going on?"

"Oh… It's nothing." She lied. Rurark would find out about the Death of Chibbo and what had happened with Aranta soon enough.

At that very moment Aranta walked slowly into camp and sat down wordlessly a short distance off.

"Aranta, what in hellgates?" Said Rurark, wondering what was going on.

"Just let me be for awhile!" He said loudly.

"I'm sorry. I just need some time to think." With that, Aranta got up grabbed his pack, which contained extra clothes, and went off in search of a stream to wash off the blood that covered much of his body.

Yeah, I know, nothing very important got accomplished here, but in the next chapter something big is going to happen in Noonvale. Yeah… And I won't give an estimate on when the next chapter will be up because I always turn out to be wildly inaccurate. Remember, you can always check out Ashes of Mossflower if you like post apocalyptic stuff. If you haven't noticed I'm sorta using the stuff that is happening right now as a distraction to let me think about what is going to happen in Noonvale(I know now, though), in addition to developing character.