Disclaimer: Ok, I don't own Redwall, but I own Riverose Streamrunner,
Marla, Tallfang, Junebrush..... I basically own everybody that isn't
mentioned in the Redwall books.
Disclaimer again: Any similarities to real people or other stories are very interesting. We must be psychic if that happens.
A/N: Marla's father is the famous Taggerung from the book Taggerung, and Darkrose is mine!! Mua-ha-ha-ha!!!
A/N: Yes, Darkrose is a brave idiot. Should she get killed...? Not sure. Suggestions are welcome!
A/N again: are you getting annoyed yet? You're probably thinking, "Why isn't she giving us the story yet? This is stupid! Is it even worth reading the A/Ns?" Well, it is. You learn something from them every time.
A/N: Ok, I'll quit after this. But I just want to say, if you want to flame this, go ahead. Flames will be used to start camp fires.
A/N: Oh, yeah, if I destroy the northern accent, please don't kill me. I'm bad at it. I'm better at molespeech, and that's saying something...!
Chapter 2
As Marla and Tallfang finished their meal, there was a war cry from outside of the falls, almost drowned out by the sound of the pounding waters.
It grew in volume until it drowned out the water's roar, and yet still louder!
Tallfang cursed and threw on a mail vest, grabbing a light otter javelin that Marla had made.
Marla did similar, throwing on a mail tunic and grabbing a second javelin. She also jammed her paws into two matching pairs of chain mail gloves, and ran outside after her so-called father.
Her paws barely made a sound on the wet stone, and she quickly slid into the water, her brow creased in worry. She had just run away from the Abbey, so she was very worried that the otters and the squirrels would be following her. She had been careful not to make any tracks, but the famous former Taggerung, she knew, would not be thrown off. She cursed when she got out of the water, spraying it everywhere. The camp was in disarray, as arrows and spears flew in from the trees, mixed with stones. The beasts of the camp were out in the open, and did not have anywhere to run.
"What have you done to Marla?" somebeast shouted from the trees. Marla groaned. It was her father, of course.
She blinked slowly, and rose out of the water like a mystic.
"I am here, father," she called slowly. All fighting stopped immediately.
"Marla!" a deep, booming voice cried out. It was cut short by a sound of somebeast being lightly whacked by a rudder.
"What?" she replied irately. "I was living quite well without you, you know."
"How can you talk to your father like that, young 'un?" an indignant voice called out. Marla sighed again. Of course, her mother would come.
"Look, Rose, if you want." But Marla never got to finish her sentence. An angry looking Darkrose stalked out of the brush, ignoring all of the vermin completely. A furious buzzing filled the air, but Rose ignored it and brushed past Tallfang. "You've had us worrying night and day, you little. little. vermin!" she shrieked in frustration. There was an audible gasping from the trees; Darkrose, Marla's own mother, had just disowned her. A glimmer formed in Marla's eye.
"Look," she said furiously, "if you want such a great daughter go adopt Riverose! I'm no daughter of yours, especially if you are going to call me vermin just because I wanted what nobeast would give me!" She grabbed her light javelin from her belt and snapped it in half. "If you weren't my blood mother you would be dead where you stand," she hissed.
Tallfang was surprised that there could be such fury in Marla's voice, and his mouth dropped open as Marla threw the javelin remains in her mother's face. Both stalked off in opposite directions.
Willowbreeze glided into the infirmary, followed closely by Rose.
"Ach, be yon squirrel the Abbess?" the falcon asked, tilting his giant head.
"Ah, yes," Rose said slowly, weighing her words carefully. "Megraw, this is Abbess Willowbreeze. Mother, this is Megraw."
A/N: This is random, I know I'm going to get flames for this, but I'm going to do a scene cut again and just do the "Mighty Megraw" thing later. I'm too tired to figure it out.
A/N: Ok, on second thought, I'll just leave this at a cliffy. You all can just imagine. and if you want more, you gotta listen to what my bio says in the beginning. I like reviews. Look into my eyes. @_@ . you will review for more!!
A/N: P.S. I do believe that there is a little button in the bottom left hand corner that you should get better acquainted with. And it says review now. hit it and click keys, anything, including ";djfkljd;flkjad;lfkjal;kd" is welcome. I like e-mails from ff.net, and you would make me very happy if you do this for me.
Disclaimer again: Any similarities to real people or other stories are very interesting. We must be psychic if that happens.
A/N: Marla's father is the famous Taggerung from the book Taggerung, and Darkrose is mine!! Mua-ha-ha-ha!!!
A/N: Yes, Darkrose is a brave idiot. Should she get killed...? Not sure. Suggestions are welcome!
A/N again: are you getting annoyed yet? You're probably thinking, "Why isn't she giving us the story yet? This is stupid! Is it even worth reading the A/Ns?" Well, it is. You learn something from them every time.
A/N: Ok, I'll quit after this. But I just want to say, if you want to flame this, go ahead. Flames will be used to start camp fires.
A/N: Oh, yeah, if I destroy the northern accent, please don't kill me. I'm bad at it. I'm better at molespeech, and that's saying something...!
Chapter 2
As Marla and Tallfang finished their meal, there was a war cry from outside of the falls, almost drowned out by the sound of the pounding waters.
It grew in volume until it drowned out the water's roar, and yet still louder!
Tallfang cursed and threw on a mail vest, grabbing a light otter javelin that Marla had made.
Marla did similar, throwing on a mail tunic and grabbing a second javelin. She also jammed her paws into two matching pairs of chain mail gloves, and ran outside after her so-called father.
Her paws barely made a sound on the wet stone, and she quickly slid into the water, her brow creased in worry. She had just run away from the Abbey, so she was very worried that the otters and the squirrels would be following her. She had been careful not to make any tracks, but the famous former Taggerung, she knew, would not be thrown off. She cursed when she got out of the water, spraying it everywhere. The camp was in disarray, as arrows and spears flew in from the trees, mixed with stones. The beasts of the camp were out in the open, and did not have anywhere to run.
"What have you done to Marla?" somebeast shouted from the trees. Marla groaned. It was her father, of course.
She blinked slowly, and rose out of the water like a mystic.
"I am here, father," she called slowly. All fighting stopped immediately.
"Marla!" a deep, booming voice cried out. It was cut short by a sound of somebeast being lightly whacked by a rudder.
"What?" she replied irately. "I was living quite well without you, you know."
"How can you talk to your father like that, young 'un?" an indignant voice called out. Marla sighed again. Of course, her mother would come.
"Look, Rose, if you want." But Marla never got to finish her sentence. An angry looking Darkrose stalked out of the brush, ignoring all of the vermin completely. A furious buzzing filled the air, but Rose ignored it and brushed past Tallfang. "You've had us worrying night and day, you little. little. vermin!" she shrieked in frustration. There was an audible gasping from the trees; Darkrose, Marla's own mother, had just disowned her. A glimmer formed in Marla's eye.
"Look," she said furiously, "if you want such a great daughter go adopt Riverose! I'm no daughter of yours, especially if you are going to call me vermin just because I wanted what nobeast would give me!" She grabbed her light javelin from her belt and snapped it in half. "If you weren't my blood mother you would be dead where you stand," she hissed.
Tallfang was surprised that there could be such fury in Marla's voice, and his mouth dropped open as Marla threw the javelin remains in her mother's face. Both stalked off in opposite directions.
Willowbreeze glided into the infirmary, followed closely by Rose.
"Ach, be yon squirrel the Abbess?" the falcon asked, tilting his giant head.
"Ah, yes," Rose said slowly, weighing her words carefully. "Megraw, this is Abbess Willowbreeze. Mother, this is Megraw."
A/N: This is random, I know I'm going to get flames for this, but I'm going to do a scene cut again and just do the "Mighty Megraw" thing later. I'm too tired to figure it out.
A/N: Ok, on second thought, I'll just leave this at a cliffy. You all can just imagine. and if you want more, you gotta listen to what my bio says in the beginning. I like reviews. Look into my eyes. @_@ . you will review for more!!
A/N: P.S. I do believe that there is a little button in the bottom left hand corner that you should get better acquainted with. And it says review now. hit it and click keys, anything, including ";djfkljd;flkjad;lfkjal;kd" is welcome. I like e-mails from ff.net, and you would make me very happy if you do this for me.