Son of Gingivere: Ch

Son of Gingivere: Ch.1

Author: Luckless Angel

Rating: G (for now)

Disclaimer: Everything J

A/N: hmm….nothing really hehe just read my friends! Read!

Siriosis and the son of Gonff and Columbine, Gonff, had been best friends due to their relations with their parents. Strong paws were building the Redwall Abbey, including Gingivere the Farmer. Siriosis and Gonff ran around the tables set up outside for lunch.

" Gonff and Siriosis! Stop running around and help me prepare lunch," scolded Columbine. Sandingomm and Gonff's mother grasped the two tunics. " Gonff you should know better then to run around or I'll have Goody give you some pans and pots to scour."

" Same goes with you Siriosis," added Sandingomm. The kind wildcat smiled and pressed a candied chestnut in each of their paws. " Be nice, and see if Foremole needs any help. I don't want you wandering around making trouble." Goody had came to set out some scones when she over heard them. She gave a hearty chuckle and shook her head, those two were always full of mischief, like her Ferdy and Coggs (now grown up). Gonff and Siriosis briefly hugged their mothers and went off the find the mole chief.

Foremole Dinny and his crew were busy digging out a fire pit near the construction site of the Redwall Abbey. Gonff could see that they were just perfecting it was their usual mole nature. Foremole raised his snoot from the black earth long enough to wave to the two youngsters, motioning them to come over. Siriosis and Gonff raced to the almost finished pit.

" Burr, what brings 'ee zurr Gonffen?" questioned the mole leader in his funny dialect.

" Nothin' really, jes bored as ever!" exclaimed Siriosis. " I wish there would be more to the Redwall Abbey then runnin' 'round and being caught by mother." Foremole shook his head. One day the young ones will understand what a safe haven they lived in, away from the wrath of Tsarmina. The thought of the deceased wildcat queen ran shivers through Foremole's body.

" Are you okay sir?" asked Gonff.

" Baint wurry 'bout oi," replied the good mole, smiling reassuringly, clapping a heavy digging claw on Gonff. " Moi guess yurr mums sent 'ee over." Siriosis didn't understand mole dialect as well as Gonff so his friend translated.

" Don't worry about me. My guess your moms sent you over," said Gonff helpfully. Siriosis nodded. Foremole explained to them that they could help collect some heavy branches for tonight's fire, pointing to a small cart for the branches. Eager to do something, the two youngsters pulled towards the woods.

" Doint be late, yurr mum's will be greatlyem worr, burr," called Foremole. Gonff waved his acknowledgement.

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Gonff and Siriosis decided that their cart couldn't hold any more branches, they had enough after all. Gonff breathed in the fresh air, sweet scents of wood and vegetation tingled his nose. They were getting closer to the Redwall site.

" I don't understand how moles like Foremole's crew can be any use besides diggin'," piped up Siriosis. " I mean, all they practically blink and we don't even understand a blinkin' thing they say." Gonff jaw dropped at Siriosis deep insult to the god mole. Sometimes he understood his friend's rude nature, even though it barely ever surfaced, but when it did, it bothered him greatly.

" It was Foremoles grandsir who discovered the way to destroy and banish the evil from this place!" growled Gonff. " Without the help of the good moles we might not be around to listen to their curious language. You just gotta learn their language, its simple, besides they very wise creatures." Siriosis shrugged, causing Gonff to roll his eyes.

Tension between the two friends lingered in the air. A faint yowl suddenly whispered in their ears. Using Siriosis good sense of direction and Gonff's courageous instinct they traveled east, leaving their cart in the middle of the path. The soft cry sounded the woodlands again. Siriosis was the first to reach the source of crying. Gonff felt his jaw drop (again). In the mist of crushed leaves and broken branches lay a young wildcat.

A/N: How is it so far? I hope you've enjoyed this part J more to come of course