Freezewind: hi ppl this is my first Redwall fic. I don't know how to write
in all the different accents properly but I'll try. This fic takes place
about 10 seasons after the Taggerung.
Disclaimer: Okay, I don't own Redwall, never have, and never will. All characters belong to Brian Jacques.
My characters are all the names that you might not recognize, (Snow is my character.)
1.1.1
1.1.2 A Warriormaids Quest
1.1.2.1 Chapter 2: The Search
Swiftleaf had been searching Mossflower for about three hours when she decided to take a break. Moonlight filtered through the trees, casting dark shadows everywhere on the ground below. From where she sat Swift could hear the flowing current of the River Moss as the water crashed lightly against the rock protruding from its surface.
"Sheesh, the Guosim are 'arder to find than a missin' Dibbun." Swift was about to look head south and look for the shrews when she heard dozens of deep bass voices singing in the west:
"You stay aft an' I'll stay fore,
Mind that rock an' watch the shore,
Like good shipmates you an' me
Roll down to meat the sea!
Fast as fast as you can wish,
Through the waters like a fish,
Our ole craft do wend its way,
On this bright summers day.
Wid spray in yore face
An' a crackin' pave,
An' a runnin' stream afore,
If y' never lack a wind at y' back
Then who could ask for more.
Ooooooh rum a doodle aye doh
Go where I go,
Rum a doodle aye doh follow me!"
Swift grinned and breathed one word "Guosim," she shouldered her bow and took off through the trees towards the voices of the singing shrews.
Swift poked her head through the leaves of the ash tree she was in and saw 4 log boats skimming down stream. Each boat was filled with 6 shrews apiece. The young Redwaller did a quick judge, of the distance between the boats and the tree, and jumped. She landed on the prow of the first boat as it went skimming by the ash.
Swift turned so she was facing the creatures in the boat. "Ahoy Log a log. How are y' ye old water walloper." She asked grinning cheekily at the older shrew sitting in front of her.
"Well stripe me colors, if'n it ain't the young Redwall terror 'er self. Swiftleaf Reguba Treeflyer, how y' been treejumper?" asked Log a log. He was tall for a shrew with a green vest, a brightly colored headband, and a rapier tucked into a brown belt; you could tell he was a figure of authority.
"Jus' fine. Wot about you?"
"Well enough. I 'ave a feelin' yer aren't out of the Abbey at this time of night fer no good reason. Am I right in assumin' so young 'un?" said the shrew Chieftain sternly.
"Aye, 'tis true. Redwall's under attack by an army of vermin lead by a weasel. Deyna sent me to get help from you, yer Guosim, and Holt Streambank." She stated calmly.
Some of the shrews behind Log a log had been listening. One, a pure white shrew, asked, "Are we goin' to help 'em Log a log?"
"O' course we are Snow me boy. We've never turned down the Abbey when they were in need of our 'elp afore an' we ain't goin' to start now." The shrew leader stood up and turned to face the rest of the Guosim. "Lissen up mates. We're goin to aid our friends at the Abbey, an' send some vermin packin'."
A cheer rose from the log boats as rapiers were drawn and waved in the air. "Thank you Log a log. I appreciate yer help." She said shaking the shrews' paw.
"No problem, missie. Be careful out there"
"I will, don't you worry. Oh, Log a log can you tell Deyna that I might be a little later than I told him I was going to be."
"Sure, good luck to ye Swiftleaf." Swift nodded once then disappeared into the woodlands.
Swift woke up to the sound of clanking metal coming from the ground below the tree she had spent the night in. Swift wiped the grit from her eyes and squinted them against the blinding sun. "Wot's that noise?" she said quietly to her self she parted the branches of the tree and looked towards the ground. She cursed aloud to herself, " By the fur and fang, they're heading for Holt Streambank. Gotta warn 'em." She took of through the trees heading for one of the many water meadows of the River Moss.
She reached the meadow a great deal ahead of the rats. She ran across the mossy grass towards an old hollowed out log that was half in and half out of the water. Swift put her head inside the log and shouted as loud as she could "Sstrreeeaammbaaank!" The sound of her yell echoed around her ears. She waited about a minute before two heads broke the calm surface of the water.
"'Ello mate. Who are you?" Asked the otter. She was the older of the two otters. She had tattoos around her eyes, ears, and on her cheeks.
"My names Swiftleaf. Your Skipper told me to come get you to help in a battle. He needs as many warriors as the Holt can spare."
"Okay, where do us'un's have t' go." Inquired the other otter. He was much younger than his female companion. He only had two tattoos on each cheek.
"The Abbey of Redwall. We're under attack by a vermin army. We could use all the help we can get." She said jumping into the lower boughs of the tree and looking south.
"Oi, wot's wrong mate." Asked the younger otter.
"Rats. When I woke up this mornin' a column of rats was marching through the woods. I took off ahead of them to warn you an' rally some 'elp. Now I can just make them out on the horizon."
"Well we'll go an rally the 'olt an' meet ye at back at the Abbey." Said the female otter.
"Right I'll see you all later then." Swift said and disappeared through the trees in the direction of Redwall.
That's it for know. I will try and update again soon. Please R&R.
Disclaimer: Okay, I don't own Redwall, never have, and never will. All characters belong to Brian Jacques.
My characters are all the names that you might not recognize, (Snow is my character.)
1.1.1
1.1.2 A Warriormaids Quest
1.1.2.1 Chapter 2: The Search
Swiftleaf had been searching Mossflower for about three hours when she decided to take a break. Moonlight filtered through the trees, casting dark shadows everywhere on the ground below. From where she sat Swift could hear the flowing current of the River Moss as the water crashed lightly against the rock protruding from its surface.
"Sheesh, the Guosim are 'arder to find than a missin' Dibbun." Swift was about to look head south and look for the shrews when she heard dozens of deep bass voices singing in the west:
"You stay aft an' I'll stay fore,
Mind that rock an' watch the shore,
Like good shipmates you an' me
Roll down to meat the sea!
Fast as fast as you can wish,
Through the waters like a fish,
Our ole craft do wend its way,
On this bright summers day.
Wid spray in yore face
An' a crackin' pave,
An' a runnin' stream afore,
If y' never lack a wind at y' back
Then who could ask for more.
Ooooooh rum a doodle aye doh
Go where I go,
Rum a doodle aye doh follow me!"
Swift grinned and breathed one word "Guosim," she shouldered her bow and took off through the trees towards the voices of the singing shrews.
Swift poked her head through the leaves of the ash tree she was in and saw 4 log boats skimming down stream. Each boat was filled with 6 shrews apiece. The young Redwaller did a quick judge, of the distance between the boats and the tree, and jumped. She landed on the prow of the first boat as it went skimming by the ash.
Swift turned so she was facing the creatures in the boat. "Ahoy Log a log. How are y' ye old water walloper." She asked grinning cheekily at the older shrew sitting in front of her.
"Well stripe me colors, if'n it ain't the young Redwall terror 'er self. Swiftleaf Reguba Treeflyer, how y' been treejumper?" asked Log a log. He was tall for a shrew with a green vest, a brightly colored headband, and a rapier tucked into a brown belt; you could tell he was a figure of authority.
"Jus' fine. Wot about you?"
"Well enough. I 'ave a feelin' yer aren't out of the Abbey at this time of night fer no good reason. Am I right in assumin' so young 'un?" said the shrew Chieftain sternly.
"Aye, 'tis true. Redwall's under attack by an army of vermin lead by a weasel. Deyna sent me to get help from you, yer Guosim, and Holt Streambank." She stated calmly.
Some of the shrews behind Log a log had been listening. One, a pure white shrew, asked, "Are we goin' to help 'em Log a log?"
"O' course we are Snow me boy. We've never turned down the Abbey when they were in need of our 'elp afore an' we ain't goin' to start now." The shrew leader stood up and turned to face the rest of the Guosim. "Lissen up mates. We're goin to aid our friends at the Abbey, an' send some vermin packin'."
A cheer rose from the log boats as rapiers were drawn and waved in the air. "Thank you Log a log. I appreciate yer help." She said shaking the shrews' paw.
"No problem, missie. Be careful out there"
"I will, don't you worry. Oh, Log a log can you tell Deyna that I might be a little later than I told him I was going to be."
"Sure, good luck to ye Swiftleaf." Swift nodded once then disappeared into the woodlands.
Swift woke up to the sound of clanking metal coming from the ground below the tree she had spent the night in. Swift wiped the grit from her eyes and squinted them against the blinding sun. "Wot's that noise?" she said quietly to her self she parted the branches of the tree and looked towards the ground. She cursed aloud to herself, " By the fur and fang, they're heading for Holt Streambank. Gotta warn 'em." She took of through the trees heading for one of the many water meadows of the River Moss.
She reached the meadow a great deal ahead of the rats. She ran across the mossy grass towards an old hollowed out log that was half in and half out of the water. Swift put her head inside the log and shouted as loud as she could "Sstrreeeaammbaaank!" The sound of her yell echoed around her ears. She waited about a minute before two heads broke the calm surface of the water.
"'Ello mate. Who are you?" Asked the otter. She was the older of the two otters. She had tattoos around her eyes, ears, and on her cheeks.
"My names Swiftleaf. Your Skipper told me to come get you to help in a battle. He needs as many warriors as the Holt can spare."
"Okay, where do us'un's have t' go." Inquired the other otter. He was much younger than his female companion. He only had two tattoos on each cheek.
"The Abbey of Redwall. We're under attack by a vermin army. We could use all the help we can get." She said jumping into the lower boughs of the tree and looking south.
"Oi, wot's wrong mate." Asked the younger otter.
"Rats. When I woke up this mornin' a column of rats was marching through the woods. I took off ahead of them to warn you an' rally some 'elp. Now I can just make them out on the horizon."
"Well we'll go an rally the 'olt an' meet ye at back at the Abbey." Said the female otter.
"Right I'll see you all later then." Swift said and disappeared through the trees in the direction of Redwall.
That's it for know. I will try and update again soon. Please R&R.