A/N Okay, I hope you understand by now my favorite series in the
world is Redwall, so I am forever to condemned to writing Redwall
fanfictions. And that my favorite character in Redwall is Ranguvar
Foeseeker. In fact, in my Ruddaring Sunsets fic, one otter strongly
resembles her. But here I am. Read the ficcy and review!
Disclaimer: Like all my Redwall stories, I own them, not Redwall.
(Island, two days before Vilu Daskar captured the tribe of squirrels)
Ranguvar Foeseeker sped up a tree, her tiny sharp claws scrabbling up the coconut tree with ease. She looked down, and saw her sister, a tiny small black squirrel that looked as if the shrunk twin of Ranguvar. Waving, she yelled, "Oi, Sieka, coming down!"
She hurled a coconut down, and it thunked down to the ground next to Sieka. The tiny squirrel, about twice with size of the coconut, wrapped her small arms around the nut and lifted, then fell back, laughing. Ranguvar tossed down two more, and a few leaves to cook with.
The little squirrel squeaked and rolled over, swathing herself in the leaves, giggling, "Lookie, Rang, lookie!" she squealed.
Ranguvar smiled and swung down the tree. She was sturdily built, with unusual ebon fur and bright eyes. Many scars littered her body, for she was the protector of the tribe from Sea Rogues and seabirds.
The strong black squirrel lifted the three coconuts with ease and carried them off to the village, along with her younger sister carrying the dock leaves.
(At the village)
An old, silvery squirrel was considered the elder of the tribe and the wisest. He looked at the pair of dark furred squirrels carrying food. He greeted them with open paws. "Hello, young 'uns. Ranguvar, Sieka, let me take one."
Ranguvar lifted her higher. "No, Father, you can't easily carry these; I can."
He looked over the burly squirrel, and the minuscule one next to her. Both were orphans, and he had adopted them. Sieka was a timid, shy little squirrel; Ranguvar, on the other hand, was a growing warrior, from her tough stature to her keen eyes.
Ranguvar carried the coconuts as far as pile of fruit and island plants and dropped the victuals in the pile. "There, that should keep a few more beasts fed."
A sharp shriek sounded from the other side of the island, followed by a screech from some kind of bird. Ranguvar grabbed the nearest weapon: a gnarled stick that was knobby on the one end and sharp on the other. The warrior squirrel ran towards the cry, leaping through the trees, and whipping past the treehouses the native squirrels lived in.
Ranguvar arrived at the scene soon, almost two minutes from one end of the island to the other. What she saw made her blood rise.
A squirrelbabe was cornered against a tree trunk, menaced by a huge seagull with gray-tipped wings and a fierce coral-tinted beak. It stalked near the child, screeching with a threat in the shriek.
Ranguvar hurled herself at the bird, wielding the stick like a staff. Speeding past the bird's head, she whacked down with the pole, stunning the gull. It shook its head for a minute, trying to forget the pain. Ranguvar landed neatly on its back and whapped down harder on the base of the neck.
The seagull squawked angrily and flapped its wings. The black squirrel held onto the gull, even though it was rising. Switching to the sharp end of the stick, she thrust it into the neck.
The bird cawed its last caw, a high pitched scream. Ranguvar jumped down from the bird and quickly snatched up the babe. Casting one last look at the bird, she yelled, "And don't you forget, I'm the Foeseeker!"
(At the village)
Ranguvar came back, the frightened squirrelbabe in her strong paws. She gave it to the parents of the squirrel, whom she knew well. She was about to go back to her drey with Sieka when she was tapped on the shoulder by an old, frail paw.
The silvery old squirrel smiled back at her. "Ah, Ranguvar. I heard you fought again earlier."
Ranguvar nodded, answering, "Yes, a seagull was going to eat little Fiera." Then her face grew hard. "I'm going to look for its nest, to slay the whole flock!"
The old squirrel, known as Sagueris, shook his head, "No, 'tis a fool's errand. Even such a warrior as you cannot do such a thing!"
Ranguvar said stoutly, "I will do so, and die trying!"
(At the high cliffs)
Ranguvar was hidden in the bushes near the nest of the same flock of seagulls the one that Ranguvar had slain had come from. Clasping a sharpened stick, she waited until the seagulls had calmed down. Then she struck.
Ranguvar Foeseeker launched into the middle of the fray of seagull, landing thwacks with her staff and kicking out with her footpaws. Seagulls pecked and bit at her, with no avail. Ranguvar yelled her battle cries, still hitting out with her pole and clawing with her other paw.
"Yahhh! I'm the Foeseeker! Come on, I'm only one squirrel! Yayalahoooo!" She landed strikes, and with her natural skill and agility, avoided offensive ones.
Gulls screeched and squawked furiously, but were slain. The black squirrel's eyes were tinted scarlet with the Bloodwrath. No gull stood in her way.
"Yaaaah!" Ranguvar stabbed and kicked out at a particularly nasty gull, catching it in its beige beak. It screeched, and collapsed.
Soon after, most the gulls were slain, the rest having flown off. Ranguvar looked around grimly, the red mist fading from her keen eyes. Pawing at her scratches and peck wounds, she slowly walked back to camp.
(End Chapter One)
A/N It has taken me three days to write this chapter. No, I was not staring at the computer for three days. I am on vacation and brought my laptop along, and have been writing in the hotel rooms and cabins. I was (because I am posting at home, writing in a cabin) at Silver Dollar City. It is amazing there. I bought a lot of rocks. But that's kinda irrelevant now. I didn't get to write recently because I've stayed up past 12 these last few nights. Oh well. Please read and review!
Disclaimer: Like all my Redwall stories, I own them, not Redwall.
(Island, two days before Vilu Daskar captured the tribe of squirrels)
Ranguvar Foeseeker sped up a tree, her tiny sharp claws scrabbling up the coconut tree with ease. She looked down, and saw her sister, a tiny small black squirrel that looked as if the shrunk twin of Ranguvar. Waving, she yelled, "Oi, Sieka, coming down!"
She hurled a coconut down, and it thunked down to the ground next to Sieka. The tiny squirrel, about twice with size of the coconut, wrapped her small arms around the nut and lifted, then fell back, laughing. Ranguvar tossed down two more, and a few leaves to cook with.
The little squirrel squeaked and rolled over, swathing herself in the leaves, giggling, "Lookie, Rang, lookie!" she squealed.
Ranguvar smiled and swung down the tree. She was sturdily built, with unusual ebon fur and bright eyes. Many scars littered her body, for she was the protector of the tribe from Sea Rogues and seabirds.
The strong black squirrel lifted the three coconuts with ease and carried them off to the village, along with her younger sister carrying the dock leaves.
(At the village)
An old, silvery squirrel was considered the elder of the tribe and the wisest. He looked at the pair of dark furred squirrels carrying food. He greeted them with open paws. "Hello, young 'uns. Ranguvar, Sieka, let me take one."
Ranguvar lifted her higher. "No, Father, you can't easily carry these; I can."
He looked over the burly squirrel, and the minuscule one next to her. Both were orphans, and he had adopted them. Sieka was a timid, shy little squirrel; Ranguvar, on the other hand, was a growing warrior, from her tough stature to her keen eyes.
Ranguvar carried the coconuts as far as pile of fruit and island plants and dropped the victuals in the pile. "There, that should keep a few more beasts fed."
A sharp shriek sounded from the other side of the island, followed by a screech from some kind of bird. Ranguvar grabbed the nearest weapon: a gnarled stick that was knobby on the one end and sharp on the other. The warrior squirrel ran towards the cry, leaping through the trees, and whipping past the treehouses the native squirrels lived in.
Ranguvar arrived at the scene soon, almost two minutes from one end of the island to the other. What she saw made her blood rise.
A squirrelbabe was cornered against a tree trunk, menaced by a huge seagull with gray-tipped wings and a fierce coral-tinted beak. It stalked near the child, screeching with a threat in the shriek.
Ranguvar hurled herself at the bird, wielding the stick like a staff. Speeding past the bird's head, she whacked down with the pole, stunning the gull. It shook its head for a minute, trying to forget the pain. Ranguvar landed neatly on its back and whapped down harder on the base of the neck.
The seagull squawked angrily and flapped its wings. The black squirrel held onto the gull, even though it was rising. Switching to the sharp end of the stick, she thrust it into the neck.
The bird cawed its last caw, a high pitched scream. Ranguvar jumped down from the bird and quickly snatched up the babe. Casting one last look at the bird, she yelled, "And don't you forget, I'm the Foeseeker!"
(At the village)
Ranguvar came back, the frightened squirrelbabe in her strong paws. She gave it to the parents of the squirrel, whom she knew well. She was about to go back to her drey with Sieka when she was tapped on the shoulder by an old, frail paw.
The silvery old squirrel smiled back at her. "Ah, Ranguvar. I heard you fought again earlier."
Ranguvar nodded, answering, "Yes, a seagull was going to eat little Fiera." Then her face grew hard. "I'm going to look for its nest, to slay the whole flock!"
The old squirrel, known as Sagueris, shook his head, "No, 'tis a fool's errand. Even such a warrior as you cannot do such a thing!"
Ranguvar said stoutly, "I will do so, and die trying!"
(At the high cliffs)
Ranguvar was hidden in the bushes near the nest of the same flock of seagulls the one that Ranguvar had slain had come from. Clasping a sharpened stick, she waited until the seagulls had calmed down. Then she struck.
Ranguvar Foeseeker launched into the middle of the fray of seagull, landing thwacks with her staff and kicking out with her footpaws. Seagulls pecked and bit at her, with no avail. Ranguvar yelled her battle cries, still hitting out with her pole and clawing with her other paw.
"Yahhh! I'm the Foeseeker! Come on, I'm only one squirrel! Yayalahoooo!" She landed strikes, and with her natural skill and agility, avoided offensive ones.
Gulls screeched and squawked furiously, but were slain. The black squirrel's eyes were tinted scarlet with the Bloodwrath. No gull stood in her way.
"Yaaaah!" Ranguvar stabbed and kicked out at a particularly nasty gull, catching it in its beige beak. It screeched, and collapsed.
Soon after, most the gulls were slain, the rest having flown off. Ranguvar looked around grimly, the red mist fading from her keen eyes. Pawing at her scratches and peck wounds, she slowly walked back to camp.
(End Chapter One)
A/N It has taken me three days to write this chapter. No, I was not staring at the computer for three days. I am on vacation and brought my laptop along, and have been writing in the hotel rooms and cabins. I was (because I am posting at home, writing in a cabin) at Silver Dollar City. It is amazing there. I bought a lot of rocks. But that's kinda irrelevant now. I didn't get to write recently because I've stayed up past 12 these last few nights. Oh well. Please read and review!