A/N I just got two fics done, 'Get to know each other' and 'A Thief's Life'. Now I can concentrate on this fic! - I'm so happy.

This is the last chapter, so I'm trying to make it longer then usual. I hope you like it!

Mokkan stashed his ax under the boat, and ordered to his three guards, "Stay here, or die!"

The guards understood the threat, and stayed, silent.

Mokkan turned, his fierce face glaring at Mossflower area. "Well? Let's go plunder some more before dark!"

Predak hesitantly shifted her ax, but Ziral looked her way and she stopped. She and Ziral had formed a sort of friendship, for siblings anyway. Closer than any other Marlfox pair of siblings that existed. Between Mokkan and Gelltor, it was pure hate. Both were leaders, one a tempest, one a lurking storm.

Vannan pointed with her ax to a large clump of trees. "I think the fire has gone out, or those doddering mice put it out."

Gelltor picked up a stone and hurled it, smashing the rock in a birch tree, tearing off a strip of thin bark. "Hmph! Those mice can't do anything to save themselves."

Vannan sidled up to Gelltor. "Of course not, mice can't do much to magic Marlfoxes, can they?"

Mokkan, the skeptical one, answered. "Who knows; it is the beast, not the kind, that defines who he or she is."

Gelltor kicked a tree trunk. "Yah, who cares? Where next?"

Ziral struck off into a westerly direction. "Well, any way is better than none!"

The rest of the Marlfoxes followed their sister, heading towards a rocky output.

"This makes no sense," said Vannan, who was peering through the rocks with her keen, pale eyes. "Why are those foolish stoats doing that?"

Mokkan grinned. "Stupid savages; they probably never said an eloquent sentence in their entire life!"

A tribe of tattooed stoats, all dressed in red and tattooed in a shocking yellow, danced around a fire, shouting chants that sounded like they were straight from the Dark Gates. Tents, about six, were scattered around the camp of about twenty stoats.

"This might be to our advantage, sister," said Ascrod. He tapped his ax on a granite boulder. "Look at their chief, that one in the corner. Don't you see what he is doing?"

Ziral examined the singled out stoat. "Yes, talking to what seems could pass for a seer. Why is that important to us, brother?"

Gelltor, for once, actually thought before saying, "They must be superstitious. What if some, say, magic foxes arrived, demanding valuables for sparing their lives?"

Mokkan looked at his kin. "For once, an idea that sounds good. Let's try it, brother!"

Kikiala, the chief stoat, asked his seer again. "Whenna fight fight, Viajha? Whena?"

Viajha tossed a bird feather in the flames; it smoked, fire withering it's edges. "No fight fight soon, Kikiala. Mighty warriors come!"

Kikiala kicked his seer. "Warriors mighter than my fighters? Speaka, or die!"

Viajha seemed to have lost his voice- instead, he pointed towards the trees. Kikiala turned, and gasped.

"Foxes! No, twoa foxes! Magic!"

Vannan and Ziral stepped out of the trees, axes held at a position that the fire reflected off them eerily. Both their faces glowing in the firelight, and their cloaks blended them into the trees. It looked like only the axe and head existed. The pair suddenly zipped around, and arivved in front of the chief and seer.

Viajha croaked, "Mighty warriors, see, ax ax!"

Ziral twitched. "What now, sister?" she murmured out of the corner of her mouth.

"Demand loot from them, like our foolish brother demanded." She replied, not taking her eyes off the stone clubs the stoats clasped.

"We seea magic! What do yous want for your magic, foxes?" chirped up the stoat chief, evidently trying to stay on their good side.

Vannan's eyes narrowed. "We want treasures, or we shall rain upon you like the autumn leaves!" To emphasize this, Mokkan and Ascrod dropped from a nearby tree, grasping axes. "We all are magic!"

Minutes later, the six Marlfoxes trod away, clasping bags of booty and axes.

Wilce came nearly a second later then Lantur. She pointed up an attic stairway, whispering, "Up there, milady." A ladder hung from the attics for rats to climb and get to storage.

The sly Marlfox grabbed the rungs ad climbed up, her water rat in close pursuit. She reached her destination quickly, and helped Wilce up.

A pile of shining white cloth was in a corner, flecked with charcoal crumbs and red dye. Lantur grinned, baring sharp teeth, and lugged it out of the corner. She looked down from a hole in the attic floor above the High Queen's chambers, and saw her mother dozing in her palanquin.

With a swift movement, she clasped the ends of the sheet, and with Wilce's help, tossed the majority of the cloth over the attics. Both her and Wilce moaned with hideous voice, moaning, "Siiiilllllthhhh!"

The queen sat up in her palanquin and shrieked. "Who is there?"

Lantur and her rat servant moaned, "It is I, the White Ghost!"

The queen passed out, falling in a heap on the floor, from wine and shock. Lantur chuckled as she shoved it out of the way. "That should keep the old fool asleep for a while."

Wilce added, hoping to please her master, "Perhaps forever, the way she fell!"

Both Marlfox and water rat laughed quietly, plotting a new threat.

Mokkan stood at the head of the boat he was in, pattern weave clock waving in the sea breeze. He sniffed the air, and commented, "We are nearing the pike shoals. Get the bows out!"

The rat guards hastily obeyed, drawing bows and quivers.

Ascrod was watching the steady course of his boat, the other than Mokkan's, and slowly said, "Ready... bows drawn... fire!"

Arrows hissed and struck home on the pike's bodies. They writhed and squirmed, a pitiful sight.

Predak mentioned from the starboard of Mokkan's boat, "I don't see why we have to slay needlessly."

Gelltor snarled into her face, yellow teeth bared. "It's the only way!"

Ziral glared at her brother. "You'd best stop it. Look, we're almost at the castle!"

Vannan muttered through gritted teeth words she could only hear. "Is that a good thing?"

The water rats arrived at the shores of Castle Marl, bowing and waving banners. "Welcome back, High Marlfoxes!"

Mokkan swished his cloak, and motioned for the rats bearing the valuables to come forth. The rest of the Marlfox siblings followed, their cloaks whipping about in the breeze, axes shining from the setting sun.

"What is it, mother? Are you hurt?" asked Lantur, the damson and herb wine in her paws. She set it aside on a bedside table. "Here, let me-"

"No!" snapped Silth. She hoisted herself up, and then collapsed again, weak from her faint. A group of water rats helped her up. She steadily rose, then hobbled over to her bed, where she plopped down.

"What happened, mother? You seem as weak as a new kit." She gave the chalice filled with dark damson and herb wine on the table. "Here, this will help."

"You will address me as Queen!" growled the High Queen, swallowing the rich mixture. "I saw the White Ghost, and none of my guards came to help!"

The guards uneasily backed away, fearing her wrath. She sipped the drink, glaring at her guards and daughter. "I saw it, and... Ughh!" She shuddered.

A knock on the door sounded. "High Queen Silth, it is your sons and daughters, back from our mission!"

The Queen sat up, the goblet sloshing in her paws. "Come in!"

Mokkan came in first, flanked by the guards bearing the sacks from their plundering. The rest of the sly Marlfox siblings followed, Ziral shutting the door.

The Queen motioned for them to bring the plunder over. "Yes, yes, all good. Gold, silver, gemstones, yes, all good. Beauty!"

Lantur almost had began to touch it, but her mother swatted her away. "Go, daughter!"

Lantur bowed sullenly, then slipped out the door. She turned to Wilce, who had followed her. "Well?"

Wilce nodded. "All ready. We shall haunt her for seasons to come!"

The treacherous daughter grinned, pale eyes glowing in the dim light of wax candles. "And when she does, I shall be High Queen of the Marlfoxes!"

A/N It was a nice fic I created, and shall miss it. Maybe I shall make another Redwall one soon. Expect it.

Please read my other Redwall fan fictions, Song of a Shadow and Ruddaring Sunsets! I know I told you in the beginning of the third chappie, but call it advertising.