A/N 'Ello! I still haven't left, I'm still writing on the same day as
the last chapter, but will finish it off probably tomorrow.
As you should know, this is the last chapter in this story, so I want to make it longer.
Read on!
(Begin Chapter Four)
(On the ship Seajaw)
Sliceclaw looked at the shoreline. He muttered to himself, "I don't see nothing- mebbe they ain't found anything and want us to come out." He couldn't see his crewmate's carcasses because the rocks hid them from view.
A rat tugged on Sliceclaw's paw. "Do we go out now?" he asked.
Sliceclaw nodded. "Aye. And keep a sharp eye out for Scobs and 'is gang!"
The rat hung a rope on the side of the boat and shinnied down the side, clasping the rope in his grubby paws. Looking down, he let go and splashed into the shallows. All of the rest of the crew followed in pursuit.
When all of the crew of the Seajaw had went down into the shore area, Sliceclaw pointed. "I wants 'arf of you that way, and the other 'arf that way. Move!"
The crew obediently trotted off separate ways.
(In the rocks)
A brawny female squirrel with brownish gray fur grinned, showing fierce buckteeth. "Righto, mates, let's take two each!"
The ignorant vermin had come near a patch of scattered rocks near the tree part of the island.
"'Ey, mates, I don't see nothin here. Let's git back to Sliceclaw." A weasel was turning back when a huge rock hit him in the back of the neck. He slammed into the ground, never to rise.
"Wot the... wot 'appened to ole Ringpaw?" The inquiring rat leaned forward. "Looks like somat 'it him in the neck..."
An identical rock zipped out of the surrounding rocks and instead hit this rat in the stomach. He staggered backwards into the sand.
The rest of the vermin started to back off, but one bold corsair searat picked up the rock and hurled it back into the area it came from.
A spear thrummed in the air as it whooshed by and hit the rat with stunning accuracy. A second later, another rock whizzed by and whacked the same rat in the shin, even though he was already down.
"Let's git out of here, mates!" cried a frightened stoat. They ran, but not far. A salvo of spears, rocks, and clubs came after them, silent messengers of death.
(Where Sliceclaw Scarkisk was)
Sliceclaw kicked aside a rock in his path. "I don't see anything 'ere, mates."
Burckle, a fox armed with a slightly rusty sword, nodded. "Aye, captain. I don't even see pawtracks."
A pair of dark eyes watched them from the trees. The eyes shifted, then silently slipped off.
"Like I said, let's git some wood to repair our ship." Sliceclaw sighed. "Wished we found some beasts to enslave though..."
"You've done all the enslaving you'll ever do!" Ranguvar Foeseeker leapt of the trees, brandishing a cutlass from the slain vermin. "Yaahhhhh!"
The vermin fled in all directions, but Sliceclaw sped towards the trees, seeking shelter from the mad beast. Crashing through the trees, he slammed into a three-topped tree. His smash into the tree sent a little squirrel from inside the tree tumbling down, squeaking.
Sliceclaw grinned- a helpless victim. He momentarily forgot about Ranguvar and pulled out his whip, whispering, "Here, likkle bushtail, heeere...."
The squirrelbabe jumped forward and bit the ferret's paw.
"Ouch! Yore gonna pay, shrimp!" He lashed out with the whip, catching the babe in the neck with the blade. She shrieked, and let go of the ferret's paw.
"Ah ha!" he crowed, and flayed the squirrel again. The squirrelbabe shuddered for a moment- then collapsed, limp. Blood had covered her neck, and she was not breathing.
"Sieka!" cried a voice from behind Sliceclaw. He swerved around, and saw the horrified black squirrel. "Die, vermin!"
The face of the outraged squirrel, her crimson eyes, and a cutlass were the last things the captain of the Seajaw, Sliceclaw Scarkisk, ever saw.
(A day later)
"Ranguvar? Are you alright?" asked Sagueris timidly. He came up to the squirrel, placing a friendly paw on her shoulder.
She looked up, tear rivulets streaming down her face. "Sieka was slain because I didn't come quick enough..."
Sagueris patted the normally tough squirrel's brawny back. "Now, Ranguvar, she wasn't murdered because of you. She was slain because of that black-hearted vermin. But now he is at the Dark Gates, and cannot harm Sieka anymore. She is at the peaceful streams and high trees."
Ranguvar stood up, dashing sand and grit from her cheeks. "You're right, Father. But any vermin that crosses my path will most certainly die. I'm the Foeseeker!"
She strode off, towards the shore. She watched the briny with vegenence.
"Come vermin. I am the Foeseeker, born in the moondark on a stormy night. I have no enimies, for they are all slain!"
She continued speaking to the shore, daring the Sea Rogues to come.
Sagueris watched the squirrel for a while, then turned back, shaking his head. One day, that squirrel will prove her fearlessness at the cost of her life, he thought. And when she does, I would be proud to be the warrior standing next to her!"
(End Story)
A/N I really liked this story, and wish it could of last longer. But the call of other stories beckons, like my next one. Here is a blurb for it-
Zann Juskarath Taggerung! (Title might change)
Summary: The Taggerung is swifter, stronger, and more skilled then anybeast in the Juska whole. What was he like before, at twelve seasons perhaps?
It's rated PG for violence. Taggerung is my second favorite character, next to Ranguvar Foeseeker.
I finally got home! I started typing when I got home about after an hour after really getting home. (Did that make any sense? Oh well....) Right about the part where Ranguvar comes out of the foliage.
(Yawns) It is super early here... I saw the most picturesque sunset last night driving home. Er... that was random.
Be sure to read my new story when it comes out! I may not publish it until a while, but I will try.
See you next story! -Shadowsong CometShard StarGlaive
As you should know, this is the last chapter in this story, so I want to make it longer.
Read on!
(Begin Chapter Four)
(On the ship Seajaw)
Sliceclaw looked at the shoreline. He muttered to himself, "I don't see nothing- mebbe they ain't found anything and want us to come out." He couldn't see his crewmate's carcasses because the rocks hid them from view.
A rat tugged on Sliceclaw's paw. "Do we go out now?" he asked.
Sliceclaw nodded. "Aye. And keep a sharp eye out for Scobs and 'is gang!"
The rat hung a rope on the side of the boat and shinnied down the side, clasping the rope in his grubby paws. Looking down, he let go and splashed into the shallows. All of the rest of the crew followed in pursuit.
When all of the crew of the Seajaw had went down into the shore area, Sliceclaw pointed. "I wants 'arf of you that way, and the other 'arf that way. Move!"
The crew obediently trotted off separate ways.
(In the rocks)
A brawny female squirrel with brownish gray fur grinned, showing fierce buckteeth. "Righto, mates, let's take two each!"
The ignorant vermin had come near a patch of scattered rocks near the tree part of the island.
"'Ey, mates, I don't see nothin here. Let's git back to Sliceclaw." A weasel was turning back when a huge rock hit him in the back of the neck. He slammed into the ground, never to rise.
"Wot the... wot 'appened to ole Ringpaw?" The inquiring rat leaned forward. "Looks like somat 'it him in the neck..."
An identical rock zipped out of the surrounding rocks and instead hit this rat in the stomach. He staggered backwards into the sand.
The rest of the vermin started to back off, but one bold corsair searat picked up the rock and hurled it back into the area it came from.
A spear thrummed in the air as it whooshed by and hit the rat with stunning accuracy. A second later, another rock whizzed by and whacked the same rat in the shin, even though he was already down.
"Let's git out of here, mates!" cried a frightened stoat. They ran, but not far. A salvo of spears, rocks, and clubs came after them, silent messengers of death.
(Where Sliceclaw Scarkisk was)
Sliceclaw kicked aside a rock in his path. "I don't see anything 'ere, mates."
Burckle, a fox armed with a slightly rusty sword, nodded. "Aye, captain. I don't even see pawtracks."
A pair of dark eyes watched them from the trees. The eyes shifted, then silently slipped off.
"Like I said, let's git some wood to repair our ship." Sliceclaw sighed. "Wished we found some beasts to enslave though..."
"You've done all the enslaving you'll ever do!" Ranguvar Foeseeker leapt of the trees, brandishing a cutlass from the slain vermin. "Yaahhhhh!"
The vermin fled in all directions, but Sliceclaw sped towards the trees, seeking shelter from the mad beast. Crashing through the trees, he slammed into a three-topped tree. His smash into the tree sent a little squirrel from inside the tree tumbling down, squeaking.
Sliceclaw grinned- a helpless victim. He momentarily forgot about Ranguvar and pulled out his whip, whispering, "Here, likkle bushtail, heeere...."
The squirrelbabe jumped forward and bit the ferret's paw.
"Ouch! Yore gonna pay, shrimp!" He lashed out with the whip, catching the babe in the neck with the blade. She shrieked, and let go of the ferret's paw.
"Ah ha!" he crowed, and flayed the squirrel again. The squirrelbabe shuddered for a moment- then collapsed, limp. Blood had covered her neck, and she was not breathing.
"Sieka!" cried a voice from behind Sliceclaw. He swerved around, and saw the horrified black squirrel. "Die, vermin!"
The face of the outraged squirrel, her crimson eyes, and a cutlass were the last things the captain of the Seajaw, Sliceclaw Scarkisk, ever saw.
(A day later)
"Ranguvar? Are you alright?" asked Sagueris timidly. He came up to the squirrel, placing a friendly paw on her shoulder.
She looked up, tear rivulets streaming down her face. "Sieka was slain because I didn't come quick enough..."
Sagueris patted the normally tough squirrel's brawny back. "Now, Ranguvar, she wasn't murdered because of you. She was slain because of that black-hearted vermin. But now he is at the Dark Gates, and cannot harm Sieka anymore. She is at the peaceful streams and high trees."
Ranguvar stood up, dashing sand and grit from her cheeks. "You're right, Father. But any vermin that crosses my path will most certainly die. I'm the Foeseeker!"
She strode off, towards the shore. She watched the briny with vegenence.
"Come vermin. I am the Foeseeker, born in the moondark on a stormy night. I have no enimies, for they are all slain!"
She continued speaking to the shore, daring the Sea Rogues to come.
Sagueris watched the squirrel for a while, then turned back, shaking his head. One day, that squirrel will prove her fearlessness at the cost of her life, he thought. And when she does, I would be proud to be the warrior standing next to her!"
(End Story)
A/N I really liked this story, and wish it could of last longer. But the call of other stories beckons, like my next one. Here is a blurb for it-
Zann Juskarath Taggerung! (Title might change)
Summary: The Taggerung is swifter, stronger, and more skilled then anybeast in the Juska whole. What was he like before, at twelve seasons perhaps?
It's rated PG for violence. Taggerung is my second favorite character, next to Ranguvar Foeseeker.
I finally got home! I started typing when I got home about after an hour after really getting home. (Did that make any sense? Oh well....) Right about the part where Ranguvar comes out of the foliage.
(Yawns) It is super early here... I saw the most picturesque sunset last night driving home. Er... that was random.
Be sure to read my new story when it comes out! I may not publish it until a while, but I will try.
See you next story! -Shadowsong CometShard StarGlaive