A/N Hello! It is Saturday! cheers And only 5 more days of school, not counting Sunday or today. I do not find those "school". Unless you are in AC, but whatever.

Disclaimer: The All Mighty Brian Jacques has yet to give me Redwall.

Mokkan sat at the prow of the boat, watching the land. He scanned the area with his keen, pallid eyes. Bringing his ax out, he snapped at the rat sailor, "Well? Beach this cursed thing!"

The rat hastily did so. Vannan kept silent, though her eyes were not still at all. A fiery excitement had bubbled up in them, and her pale eyes shone. Ziral leapt off her craft along with Ascrod and Gelltor.

Soon, all the Marlfoxes were off the boats, and the two rats that were navigating the boats beached them in the grass.

Predak swung her ax experimentally. "Well? Where do we begin our... mission, would you call it?"

Gelltor rubbed his tail, which still ached and pained. He snapped, vexed, "Well where do you think?" He spread his paws wide. "The woods! I bet a lot of mice and hermits live in there. Marlfoxes are magic, remember, sister? We can dash in, do a little magic, then go out!"

Mokkan arrogantly shoved Gelltor aside. "Then what?"

Gelltor snarled and swung his ax. Ziral blocked it, snapping, "Stop it! This is getting us no where. Let's just go in the woods and see what we can find, brothers."

Gelltor lowered his ax, and Mokkan stepped back, both glaring at the other with ashen eyes.

"Over here!" hissed Vannan. Her ax was out, and she motioned for the rest to come.

"What is it?" whispered Predak, her pale eyes luminous in the sunlight threading through the trees. She shifted to get a better look.

Mokkan laughed silently. It was a family of dormice, their two mice children playing behind the wooden hut that the mother and father must be in. A well was nearby also, built of sandstone and had two buckets of water next to it.

Ascrod whispered back, "Well, Mokkan, what now? You have brought us here, so what do we do?"

Mokkan turned and faced his siblings and their guards. "Listen..."

A fox, dressed in ragged clothing and carrying a stick, came into view. He hobbled over to the mice nearby, and asked in a feeble voice, "Please, may I have some food, perhaps water?"

The mother of the mice smiled and got up. A few moments later, she came out with a loaf of bread and a beaker of water. The fox gulped the water down, and chewed on the crusty bread. He bowed, pale eyes flashing. "Thank you, kind marm. May seasons bless you." He gave the mouse the beaker back, and trotted off.

A few moments later, with a crackle and a pop, the house began to burn. Smoke lifted from its sides, and much more came from inside it. The mouse father and mother scooped up their children, and rushed to the edge of the glade. The fire gathered up surrounding trees, swallowing anything in its voracious appetite

Mokkan undid his ripped cloak from around him, throwing it on the ground. The Marlfox was in the glade they were in earlier, a good distance from the offending smokes and fire. He looked around, and saw Predak shifting through a pile of silver utensils. He snapped, "Well? My plan worked, didn't it? That house is gone, and the valuables?"

"Gone, on the boat with our siblings," she replied, not looking up. "I'm making sure that these are not fake or dirty."

He snorted, came over, and scooped up a separate pile from beside his sister. "Take these and hurry. That fire Gelltor made was a good one, and twill soon destroy the house. The mice are no worry to us anymore."

Predak looked slightly disturbed at this, but gathered up the silverware and followed.

Gelltor, Ziral, and Vannan were shoving the stolen items in sacks far behind the burning hut. Ascrod was keeping the fire in check, so it didn't burn up the dell.

Mokkan and Predak arrived, and dumped the forks, spoons and knives into a rough barley bag. Ascrod came back, looking over his shoulder. "Fire's gone; the house as well."

Mokkan grinned, showing sharp canine teeth. "Well, that went well!"

Vannan snorted. "Some house, though. It had almost nothing of use!"

Predak nodded towards the silverware. "High Queen Silth will be happy with the silver. Hopefully."

Gelltor stamped his footpaw in the loam. "High Queen Silth, huh! She is nothing. When she dies, we will own Castle Marl!"

Mokkan turned, checking the bags again. "We'll see about that," he muttered under his breath.

Ascrod heard. "What was that, brother?"

"I said, where are the guard rats?" Mokkan lied, his pale eyes betraying nothing.

Ziral pointed. "Down the clearing, they're near the boats, loading our plunder in them."

Mokkan nodded. "Good. Let us go show our mother what we have from our..." he looked towards Predak. "Mission."

A/N How was the chappie, did you like it, what do you want me to add, so on and so forth. This might be longer then I expected.

Also, I reached my goal that all my new fics (A Thief's Life, Get to know each other, and Seven Axes) get six reviews! Thank you all! Also, please read my other Redwall fics, Ruddaring Sunsets and the Song of a Shadow. Bye for now!