Hey guys! Sorry I've been gone so long. I was going to update last week, but we ended up going camping, so I ended up with no time.

I've also been working really hard to finish my third book, and have been failing, seeing as my self set deadline was month ago. Writers block, and unhappiness with writing in general has been keeping me down until this week, so I'm hoping that I can keep this spurt of inspiration going for a bit.

Guest reviews:

ForemoleMe: Oh my goodness thank you, you have no idea how much I needed such a positive review. I don't really get bad ones, but yours just gave me a big boost. I'm glad you are enjoying it, and honored that this is not only your first fanfiction, but is inspiring you in writing as well. :) Welcome to the fanfiction world!

Hamlet: One of the reasons I started writing a Redwall fanfiction was because I didn't feel there were enough fanfictions that focused on the lesser known characters. How much could happen to Keyla? Pallum even? There are characters that while they might be big in one book, after that they are almost forgotten. I might not always get to do the amount of characterization I want to because of twists in what I'm writing, but I did want to mention the characters, because they do deserve it. I do agree that in the books Brian Jacques did a wonderful job in changing the characters nearly every time, maybe mentioning a few here and there. His songs, and poems and adventures are wonderful, and honestly, one of the reasons I enjoy reading the Redwall books so much is because they focus on the camaraderie, the adventure, not the fact that a girl blinks her big eyes and the hero has to rescue her. That in itself happens very rarely in his books. VERY rarely.

I'm glad you enjoyed Purslane's observation of Gonflet and Chugger. Those two . . . .

Snowy: Yeah, no pointy things at anyones throat is indeed a good thing. You should be glad I didn't leave you guys with a cliffhanger.

I enjoyed writing about Purslane, because she's a character where literally the only things we knew about her from martin the warrior was that she was a strict mother, a good cook, a mouse, married to Groot, and had been a slave at marshank until she escaped. It was fun to give her two new young ones to watch over, as well as her own, and to have her being the mother, knowing exactly what was going on.

Anyways. Here I am. Alive. posting a chapter.

Disclaimer: Pffft . . . I don't even come close to owning Redwall.


Chapter 52

It was decided that the next day, for good or ill was to be the last that there would be a vermin horde in Noonvale. Brome gathered together all of those who would be fighting, and watched as they sat in a half circle facing him and the other leaders of Noonvale. A cold claw stretched towards his heart when he thought that there would be some among those gathered there that would not live. There would be faces no longer seen, and voices no longer heard.

When everyone was seated, he cleared his throat. "Thank you, all of you, for being willing to fight in a battle such as this, even if the battle was not yours before. Tomorrow we will attack the fox and his horde, and this time, we will not stop our fight until they have left Noonvale for good."

The warriors around him cheered, and Brome felt a moment of warmth. They would prevail. He turned to Martin. "You told me you had something to say Martin?" He asked quietly.

Martin nodded and stood. "Aye." He said calmly. He took a step forward, breathed in deeply, and then began to speak.

"The night is dark, the wind is cold,

The shadows long, the vermin bold,

The sword is sharp and ready still,

For villains come creeping up the hill.

A silent step, a lengthy pause,

Avoiding the graze of death's cruel jaws.

A nimble leap into the fray!

Let us live to see the day.

We lose a friend and gain another,

Fighting together, sister and brother,

Fur and freedom! The cherished cry,

The light of courage in our eyes.

A battle fought, a battle won,

We will know when the day is done,

If the might of family, the might of friends,

Will prevail ere the day ends."

Martin bowed and backed away from the center of the clearing. It was so quiet that they could hear it loud and clear when Ballaw's head hit Rowanoak's shoulder, and the thunderous snoring that rang through the clearing ruined the moment.

Everyone fell into fits of laughter, and as Martin sat down next to the hare he shook him awake, grinning at the startled look on the hare's face.

"Wot's with all the shakin' an' laughing ol' chap? I'm trying to get some blinkin' sleep!" the hare grumbled, looking around sleepily.

Martin grinned. "Aye mate, right in the middle of a war council. Maybe you save your snoring for another time Ballaw. For now we need to go over our plans for tomorrow."

The hare sniffed. "I don't snore you blighter. Bet you bloomin' roar in your sleep, wot!"


The Warden watched as Sharpscratch wandered through the woods, almost as though the ferret was looking for someone.

The heron was glad that Martin had found a way for him to get out of the camp and stretch his wings. He found it stifling to be around so many possible law breakers at once, and even though this job was not much better, what with the vermin snack strolling along constantly below, at least he wasn't supposed to sit around and wait anymore.

At one point the Warden was dozing as he flew, but then he heard the clash of metal against metal, and his target took off at a run towards the sound, drawing his sword.

Heaving a sigh, the marsh heron took off after him. More lawbreakers were making trouble most likely, and of course he would be expected to sit back and watch.

The Warden wished that the final battle had already begun.


Sharpscratch growled as he caught sight of the battle. It was going fairly well, Silverclaw having already defeated Grunt, while Blackgut slew Brownfang in one fell swoop. Varn and Karn were proving a bit more difficult, being the better fighters, but Sharpscratch could tell that even without his help, Blackgut and Silverclaw would win.

But seeing as they didn't have a lot of time for dilly dallying . . .

The ferret dove out of the bushes, and with one rather simple strike of his sword, he killed Karn. Varn gasped, and turned as his brother fell, and glared with hate filled eyes at Sharpscratch. "You," he hissed. "You will pay for that."

Sharpscratch smiled lazily. "Try an' make me matey." He said, as though he had all the time and energy in the world.

Varn let out a fierce war cry and leapt forward, ready to avenge his brother. His strike was knocked aside, and Sharpscratch fired off his own attack. Varn felt a cold surprise as he struggled to defend himself against the ferret.

His form was lithe and easy, as though he was very used to using a sword, even though Varn could have sworn that Sharpscratch never went to the practice sessions, and had never shown much sign of being adept with his weapon.

Varn ducked, and turned quickly, using his tail as a whip. He felt sure that his secret tactic would work. But his tail didn't hit flesh, and a minute later he felt a stinging pain that didn't stop.

Sharpscratch grinned as he pulled his sword back and flicked it, letting a drop of blood fly from it. "Look at that mate, first blood."

Varn knew one thing then, and it was that he was going to die.


Well there it is. I felt that I had gone too long without any poems or songs, and then I started writing it and really really liked it. I hope you guys did too.

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