Thanks to Neema Tallgrove Colorfur for reviewing my FIC
Chapter 1
He awoke to the sound of footsteps. For a moment he wondered who and where he was. Then it all came back in a flood of memories. His name, Furgale Switchfoot. Where he was, in a cave next to his fire. Why he was here, to get out of the rain. Almost instantly he was wide awake he quickly moved over to the side of the cave grabbing his swallow[1] and a throwing knife. He hid in a corner of the cave facing the entrance and slowly peaked out and listened, as the footsteps grew louder. He could he a faint mumbling that he could barely make out. It sounded like it was coming from behind him. Nah, it was probably just a trick of the cave. Suddenly he heard from behind him, "Halt, and be still if you be vermin you will not leave this cave if you be a goodbeast then we will consider letting you leave.[2] Now, drop your weapons and turn around with your paws where we can see them!" Since he was a hare he obliged and dropped his weapons and turned around. What he saw it was two creatures dressed in robes one in green and the other in brown and both holding bows both trained straight at his heart. When they saw that he was a hare they eased off a bit but not much. The one in the green robe spoke first, "State your name, origin, and why you are in this cave." Okay, that sounded easy enough, "My name is Furgale Switchfoot, I am from Mossflower, and to get out of the rain." The one in the brown robe tuned to the other one and said, "That's bally good enough isn't it. For scoff's sake let the poor beast go. He obviously meant no harm." The other replied back, "No we can't just let him go he could be a evil beast. He could be here to kill us. So of course we cannot let him go off and kill more people." Then the one in the green robe said, "Are you an evil beast with and intent to harm us?" Furgale thought for a moment, and then replied, "Fist of all, I am a good beast, second I have no intent to harm you, there are you happy."
"Fine, I'm happy." The one in the brown robe immediately bounded forward to meet Furgale. As he leaped forward his hood came flying off to reveal that he was a hare. The hare immediately started rattling about a thousand questions about just about anything and everything he could think of. Furgale quickly reached out and covered the hare's mouth, "Shhh! I have been asked enough questions at the moment, now I want to ask you a few question of my own. Understand." The hare nodded his head yes. "First of all what is your name? Why are you here? And what is your friends name." As soon as Furgale's hand left his mouth he burst out saying, "Well my name is Kinlin Slingthrower and my companion's name is Chris Treestone. He's a Squirrel just in case you didn't know or notice. Why are we here? Well we're patrolling the entrance and here to pick up the wood you seemed to have burned." "Entrance to what?" The hare replied absentmindedly as if it was a fact that everybeast should know, "Loamhedge of course." Kinlin lead Furgale forward into the cave and around the corner from witch they had come. They turned the corner, and walked forward into the cave.
[1]Basically a short double ended pike. For those of you who are still lost I will post a picture of it and how it works and also a picture of him. (I'm not all that great at drawing so just bear with me.)
[2]He had his hood up and they couldn't tell.