Chapter 2
Pansy had seen vermin; all weasels, stoats, ferrets, rats, foxes, etc.
The Abbess bit her lip. "Weasels, stoats, ferrets, rats, foxes... were do they all come from?" The Abbess said softly.
Pansy put her arm on Falkir's shoulder.
"Oh Abbess, our abbey has been attacked many times, but all those cruel vermin never succeed. Why would they start succeeding now?" Pansy asked.
"It's just that I'm the Abbess, I care for the abbey as if it was my own child." the Abbess replied
"Well that does make sense."
Pansy got up and continued picking cherries. "Well, we might as well make the best of our time, Abbess Falkir."
Rerthan the Great was a clever leader. He had been leader for countless seasons. (Not necessarily with a horde)
No beast ever plans against him, and still lives.
The weasel warlord was examining his horde when he said,
"Snoutface!"
Snoutface came forward "Yes Chief?"
"Come to my quarters, immediantly."
Snoutface obeyed, he followed Rerthan.
The weasel sat on his chair in the middle.
"Take sixty soldiers, and scout these woods. I want to know exactly what's ahead of us."
"Yes chief, anything else chief?" Snoutface asked.
"Also, bring along ten of our untrained lot, and teach 'em how to stand up straight and all. If you do exactly as I say, I might make you a captain." Rerthan said, with a wicked-looking grin on his face.
"Oh, yes chief! Right away chief! I won't let ye down, chief!"
Snoutface sped off. Rerthan continued grinning.
Snoutface was proud of being the leader of sixty soldiers. Ten of them he wasn't so proud of.
"Filkee, stop stepping on me tail!"
"Sorry Weaselclaw, Bringe keeps bumping into me!"
"I do not!"
"Do too!"
"Do not!"
"Do too..."
They continued for a while longer until Snoutface noticed them.
"Eh, you lot, stop yer blabberin' an' march. Rerthan said to go straight until we find some sort o' paradise type o' place."
"Ah, Rerthan this, Rerthan that, who does 'e think 'e is?" Filkee complained
Snoutface pounced on Filkee "If Rerthan heard that, you wouldn't eat another meal! You go by his orders; he's the leader! Is that clear?" Snoutface roared.
"Y-y-yes!" Filkee stuttered.
They continued marching. Although many of the troops were unhappy.