I don't own Redwall. I wish I did but oh well. But I do own Opalfyre and Brae so if please don't steal them! thank you!
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The sun hung in the sky like a lantern as it shone down on Redwall Abbey. It was hot for an autumn day. The sky was a lovely blue with not a cloud in sight. The trees had leaves of yellow, red, orange, and russet. Abbot Mortimer was taking a leuisurly stroll through the orchard. He was an old mouse, with a beard of gray. He looked very peaceful and humble with his paws in the sleeves of his green habit. He smiled widely and breathed the fresh, crisp autumn air. "Ah, how I love to be alive on this fine day. It makes me feel young again!" A deep, rich baritone voice sounded out. "That's amazing, matey! Yew still look like the same old Father Abbot t'me!" A burly otter slid out of the Abbey pond. He winked at the Abbot. "Yes, hello, Skipper. How are you this fine morning?" The otter thumped his chest. "As fid as a fiddle, me 'earty!" The Abbot sighed contently. "Well, you know, Skip, Brother Alf's birthday is tonight so could you help get ready?" Skipper of Otters saluted smartly. "Aye, Father Abbot." He rushed off. Suddenly, he heard the Joseph Bell tolling. Abbot Mortimer blinked, then went to the kitchens to help Friar Hugo get ready.
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The javelin point flicked out expertly and slew the mouse with one quick thrust. The wielder turned around and slew a squirrel who was coming up behind it. The leaves on the ground became wet. The rat, wiped the javelin on the grass. He was very handsome. His eyes were a lovely green, something he had inheireted from his mother. He wore a blood red jerkin that was well-accented with his mottled gray fur. Over one shoulder there was a holder for his javelin. That was his only weapon but it was effective. Both ends were topped with silver pike points.Obviously used for close combat. An middle-aged female rat stood there, smiling, impressed by the other's fighting abilities. "Ah, very good, Opalfyre, you are becoming the fighter your father was." The rat smiled modestly. "That was nothing, Mother. Goodbeasts are really nothing t'worry about." Brae, put a paw around Opalfyre's shoulders and hugged him. "Oh, son...you are truly becoming a warrior. Come inside, I need to tell you something." Brae and Opalfyre walked to the longhouse. A skylark trilled its song to the morning, its meloudious sound carrying over to the ears of Brae and her child. Inside the longhouse, a fire was roaring. Opalfyre and Brae sat down at the table. Pouring his mother a flagon of seaweed grog, he asked, "Mother, wot d'yew want t'tell me?" Accepting the flagon gratefully, Brae's voice became somber."Opalfyre, I want to tell you about your father." The male rat, now interested, leaned forward."My father?" Brae nodded solemnly. "Your father was an extraordinary rat. I really don't know wot I saw in him. I guess he had something different in his personality. He had caused terror everywhere he went. Well, when I had you, he...left and went across the ocean to conquer other places. He left me with you and I had to raise you all by myself." Brae started to cry. Opalfyre hugged her. "It's okay, Mom. But I wonder..." Opalfyre walked over to the fire. "What kind of rat leaves his son and wife? I mean, did he even care?" He sighed.
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Cluny stepped out onto the firm ground and kissed it. He breathed in the air and exhaled it joyfully. He turned to his horde. "Now, my horde, onto REDWAAAAALLLL!" The horde cheered and took up their war cry. "Cluny, Cluny, Cluny the Scourge! KIIIIILLLLL!!!!"
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The sun hung in the sky like a lantern as it shone down on Redwall Abbey. It was hot for an autumn day. The sky was a lovely blue with not a cloud in sight. The trees had leaves of yellow, red, orange, and russet. Abbot Mortimer was taking a leuisurly stroll through the orchard. He was an old mouse, with a beard of gray. He looked very peaceful and humble with his paws in the sleeves of his green habit. He smiled widely and breathed the fresh, crisp autumn air. "Ah, how I love to be alive on this fine day. It makes me feel young again!" A deep, rich baritone voice sounded out. "That's amazing, matey! Yew still look like the same old Father Abbot t'me!" A burly otter slid out of the Abbey pond. He winked at the Abbot. "Yes, hello, Skipper. How are you this fine morning?" The otter thumped his chest. "As fid as a fiddle, me 'earty!" The Abbot sighed contently. "Well, you know, Skip, Brother Alf's birthday is tonight so could you help get ready?" Skipper of Otters saluted smartly. "Aye, Father Abbot." He rushed off. Suddenly, he heard the Joseph Bell tolling. Abbot Mortimer blinked, then went to the kitchens to help Friar Hugo get ready.
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The javelin point flicked out expertly and slew the mouse with one quick thrust. The wielder turned around and slew a squirrel who was coming up behind it. The leaves on the ground became wet. The rat, wiped the javelin on the grass. He was very handsome. His eyes were a lovely green, something he had inheireted from his mother. He wore a blood red jerkin that was well-accented with his mottled gray fur. Over one shoulder there was a holder for his javelin. That was his only weapon but it was effective. Both ends were topped with silver pike points.Obviously used for close combat. An middle-aged female rat stood there, smiling, impressed by the other's fighting abilities. "Ah, very good, Opalfyre, you are becoming the fighter your father was." The rat smiled modestly. "That was nothing, Mother. Goodbeasts are really nothing t'worry about." Brae, put a paw around Opalfyre's shoulders and hugged him. "Oh, son...you are truly becoming a warrior. Come inside, I need to tell you something." Brae and Opalfyre walked to the longhouse. A skylark trilled its song to the morning, its meloudious sound carrying over to the ears of Brae and her child. Inside the longhouse, a fire was roaring. Opalfyre and Brae sat down at the table. Pouring his mother a flagon of seaweed grog, he asked, "Mother, wot d'yew want t'tell me?" Accepting the flagon gratefully, Brae's voice became somber."Opalfyre, I want to tell you about your father." The male rat, now interested, leaned forward."My father?" Brae nodded solemnly. "Your father was an extraordinary rat. I really don't know wot I saw in him. I guess he had something different in his personality. He had caused terror everywhere he went. Well, when I had you, he...left and went across the ocean to conquer other places. He left me with you and I had to raise you all by myself." Brae started to cry. Opalfyre hugged her. "It's okay, Mom. But I wonder..." Opalfyre walked over to the fire. "What kind of rat leaves his son and wife? I mean, did he even care?" He sighed.
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Cluny stepped out onto the firm ground and kissed it. He breathed in the air and exhaled it joyfully. He turned to his horde. "Now, my horde, onto REDWAAAAALLLL!" The horde cheered and took up their war cry. "Cluny, Cluny, Cluny the Scourge! KIIIIILLLLL!!!!"
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