Disclaimer: I claim nothing! Well, nothing but Tammia Windfur. All else was
created by the Great Brian Jacques. ^_^
"This must be the hottest day in all the history of summers!" Grumbled a young squirrel to herself as she trecked through the seemingly endless Mossflower woods. The day was so hot that even the air seemed to be sweating.
"Mother said not to go traveling, but you didn't listen to her, did you Tammia? Did you?" she muttered angrily to herself. All the squirrelmaid wore was one thick, heavy cloak, which was extremely hot in this weather. "And these dratted flaps don't help either. . ." Tammia growled.
Now this squirrelmaid was not of the traditional red or gray squirrels. No, she was a flying squirrel, or as their kind called themselves, gliding squirrels. Her species didn't actually fly; they glided by spreading skin flaps between their forelimbs and foot-paws.
On a hot day like this, Tammia would have gladly given them up, and the power to 'fly', for just one large drink of water.
"If I don't get something to drink soon, I'll shrivel up in to dust!" The heat was making her very irritable. "Wait. . ." She said to herself, squinting through the trees.
"Water!" the squirrelmaid ran as fast as her young paws could take her, to her joy, to a stream fed by the nearby mountain glaciers. It was so cold that it made her teeth hurt, but that was exactly what Tammia wanted. The young squirrelmaid eagerly slurped up the stream water. She only looked up when a voice as irritable as her had been a few moments ago, spoke.
"Hey you! Watcha doin' drinkin' my water, eh?" Tammia looked up, worried, into a lined old squirrel face. But it wasn't the face that Tammia was worried about. The old squirrel was wielding a double-ended paddle, and was dressed in what looked like the hides of assorted vermin.
Tammia stared, terrified, across the stream at the old squirrel and stammered, "I didn't know this was your stream, marm. . ." For indeed, the old squirrel was a very fit female. "I was just so thirsty -"
"Not vermin, then," The other squirrel interrupted sharply. "Squirrel, yes. . . You can go." The old squirrel jumped into a nearby tree and added with a hint of madness. "If y'see any vermin hearabouts, tell 'em to pay old Madd a visit, eh? A nice long 'un! Hahahahahaha!" And with that last comment, the old squirrel vanished into the foliage.
Tammia stood shakily, and ran from that spot. 'That poor creature is obviously mad,' she thought to herself as she fled. Tammia was an exceptionally shy squirrel, as was most of her species, and the sight of the crazy old squirrel unnerved her. 'I don't want to her on her bad side, that's for sure!'
~Well, I hope you guys liked the first chapter! I plan to put up several more, don't worry. And no, there will not be any other non-BJ characters. . . I don't like them myself, but I needed a traveling character for the fanfic. ^_^ Oh, and if you like 'Taggerung' fics, please read my other Redwall story! Please review!~
"This must be the hottest day in all the history of summers!" Grumbled a young squirrel to herself as she trecked through the seemingly endless Mossflower woods. The day was so hot that even the air seemed to be sweating.
"Mother said not to go traveling, but you didn't listen to her, did you Tammia? Did you?" she muttered angrily to herself. All the squirrelmaid wore was one thick, heavy cloak, which was extremely hot in this weather. "And these dratted flaps don't help either. . ." Tammia growled.
Now this squirrelmaid was not of the traditional red or gray squirrels. No, she was a flying squirrel, or as their kind called themselves, gliding squirrels. Her species didn't actually fly; they glided by spreading skin flaps between their forelimbs and foot-paws.
On a hot day like this, Tammia would have gladly given them up, and the power to 'fly', for just one large drink of water.
"If I don't get something to drink soon, I'll shrivel up in to dust!" The heat was making her very irritable. "Wait. . ." She said to herself, squinting through the trees.
"Water!" the squirrelmaid ran as fast as her young paws could take her, to her joy, to a stream fed by the nearby mountain glaciers. It was so cold that it made her teeth hurt, but that was exactly what Tammia wanted. The young squirrelmaid eagerly slurped up the stream water. She only looked up when a voice as irritable as her had been a few moments ago, spoke.
"Hey you! Watcha doin' drinkin' my water, eh?" Tammia looked up, worried, into a lined old squirrel face. But it wasn't the face that Tammia was worried about. The old squirrel was wielding a double-ended paddle, and was dressed in what looked like the hides of assorted vermin.
Tammia stared, terrified, across the stream at the old squirrel and stammered, "I didn't know this was your stream, marm. . ." For indeed, the old squirrel was a very fit female. "I was just so thirsty -"
"Not vermin, then," The other squirrel interrupted sharply. "Squirrel, yes. . . You can go." The old squirrel jumped into a nearby tree and added with a hint of madness. "If y'see any vermin hearabouts, tell 'em to pay old Madd a visit, eh? A nice long 'un! Hahahahahaha!" And with that last comment, the old squirrel vanished into the foliage.
Tammia stood shakily, and ran from that spot. 'That poor creature is obviously mad,' she thought to herself as she fled. Tammia was an exceptionally shy squirrel, as was most of her species, and the sight of the crazy old squirrel unnerved her. 'I don't want to her on her bad side, that's for sure!'
~Well, I hope you guys liked the first chapter! I plan to put up several more, don't worry. And no, there will not be any other non-BJ characters. . . I don't like them myself, but I needed a traveling character for the fanfic. ^_^ Oh, and if you like 'Taggerung' fics, please read my other Redwall story! Please review!~