Chapter Eighteen: Step One in Revenge
A long way away from the shore, where four squirrels sat eating breakfast, revenge was being plotted.
It was a bright cheerful morning; the sun was shining high in the sky among the depths of Mossflower. All was quiet on this lovely morn. All save one fire, where four stoats, a weasel, and two foxes sat. The seven hordebeasts sat, whispering among themselves.
A dark brown female stoat with a glimmering silver tail silenced the others to speak. Her tail, normally hidden from view, was curled around her footpaws. It shimmered like evening's sun on the sea. The silver tail attracted a lot of attention from those around her. She spoke, her voice heavy with hatred for one beast alone. "If we do not act fast, friends, then the chief will take the great Redwall Abbey for his self. We wouldn't stand a chance then. We must act quickly. After I get him alone, with out Dingea," she said the ferret's name with dislike, "Then, you'll attack. Be ready by sun set, we strike tonight! After we have him we'll rule this horde together. With me as a leader, we will over take this abbey! We will rule over all!" She gave an evil laugh that scared her followers. She knew that the whole bunch of them would fall for the 'You help me you get something' gig. The others cast glances in the direction of Kotaro and Dingea.
After a few hours, night fell, and all was quiet in the camp of hordebeasts. The fires had all diminished into glowing ashes. One fire glowed bright. The fire of Zema Silvertail and her companions. She spoke softly to the others, "Now would be the best time. We must go now." She turned to the weasel. "Greentooth, you take the two foxes and make sure Dingea doesn't awake." The weasel, Greentooth, nodded. He took the two foxes and walked silently over to the main tent. "The rest of you, you will watch my back. If something happens to me, you can either be as the cowards you are and run, or be true warriors, dying for what you believe is right. Are you all with me?" I quiet cheer went up for Zema. "We will go now."
The five stoats walked cautiously to the tent next to the one being guarded by the weasel. As she passed, Greentooth gave her an 'all's clear' signal. She nodded in understanding, and continued towards the main tent. Zema stalked stealthily inside, motioning one to follow her. Another stoat, Gabeye, was pushed forward. His body was quivering from the tip of his tail, to the tip of his ears.
"What's wrong with you? Scared to kill somebeast?"
"N-no, marm. I j-just think i-it's a bit ch-chilly. Th-that's all."
"Good, now come, and be silent."
The two were in the tent with no sound whatsoever, but their talking had waken somebeast inside.
A long way away from the shore, where four squirrels sat eating breakfast, revenge was being plotted.
It was a bright cheerful morning; the sun was shining high in the sky among the depths of Mossflower. All was quiet on this lovely morn. All save one fire, where four stoats, a weasel, and two foxes sat. The seven hordebeasts sat, whispering among themselves.
A dark brown female stoat with a glimmering silver tail silenced the others to speak. Her tail, normally hidden from view, was curled around her footpaws. It shimmered like evening's sun on the sea. The silver tail attracted a lot of attention from those around her. She spoke, her voice heavy with hatred for one beast alone. "If we do not act fast, friends, then the chief will take the great Redwall Abbey for his self. We wouldn't stand a chance then. We must act quickly. After I get him alone, with out Dingea," she said the ferret's name with dislike, "Then, you'll attack. Be ready by sun set, we strike tonight! After we have him we'll rule this horde together. With me as a leader, we will over take this abbey! We will rule over all!" She gave an evil laugh that scared her followers. She knew that the whole bunch of them would fall for the 'You help me you get something' gig. The others cast glances in the direction of Kotaro and Dingea.
After a few hours, night fell, and all was quiet in the camp of hordebeasts. The fires had all diminished into glowing ashes. One fire glowed bright. The fire of Zema Silvertail and her companions. She spoke softly to the others, "Now would be the best time. We must go now." She turned to the weasel. "Greentooth, you take the two foxes and make sure Dingea doesn't awake." The weasel, Greentooth, nodded. He took the two foxes and walked silently over to the main tent. "The rest of you, you will watch my back. If something happens to me, you can either be as the cowards you are and run, or be true warriors, dying for what you believe is right. Are you all with me?" I quiet cheer went up for Zema. "We will go now."
The five stoats walked cautiously to the tent next to the one being guarded by the weasel. As she passed, Greentooth gave her an 'all's clear' signal. She nodded in understanding, and continued towards the main tent. Zema stalked stealthily inside, motioning one to follow her. Another stoat, Gabeye, was pushed forward. His body was quivering from the tip of his tail, to the tip of his ears.
"What's wrong with you? Scared to kill somebeast?"
"N-no, marm. I j-just think i-it's a bit ch-chilly. Th-that's all."
"Good, now come, and be silent."
The two were in the tent with no sound whatsoever, but their talking had waken somebeast inside.