A/N Ughh... no reviews since I've checked. Oh well, I still love to write and
don't write for reviews. Though I do love constructive criticism and
compliments. Hint. Hint.
Yes, I understand that this is the last chapter. This was meant to be a short story.
I'm thinking of doing a SSM:B fic, so if you only read Redwall, I might put up another Redwall one.
Read and review!
P.S I know Tagg seems a bit OOC, but please live with it.
(Begin Chapter Three)
Tagg woke up in the morning to the chirping birds. Not even opening his eyes, he guessed it was nearing dawn. The coolness of the morning, even though it was nearing summer, and the newly chirping birds gave it away. When the otter opened his dark eyes, he was proved correct. The sun had given Tagg a beautiful sunrise and warmness was pervading the vermin camp. Not for long, however, did Tagg have to admire the view.
"Ah, Tagg. Ready for weapons practice?" Sawney had also waken up; Tagg had a feeling he had been watched, and it must've been Sawney. "You can have breakfast later."
Tagg nodded, and checked to make sure the amber blade of Sawney Rath was there. He knew it was- he just wanted an excuse to look away from his adoptive father.
Eefera was near the elm tree as usual. The only thing not usual was that he had a sword in his paw. Tagg saw this and asked Sawney, "Why does Eefera have a sword? Isn't this my Taggerung training?"
Eefera nodded. "Yah, Taggerung, but Sawney thought it was time fer you to learn how to use a sword." He came up to the otter and offered his sword handle first. Tagg took it, filled with curiosity.
Eefera nodded. "That's 'ow to 'old the 'andle. 'Ere-"
Tagg was not listening- instead, he felt as if he had used the sword a million times. His paw felt perfectly in place with it, almost as if his paw had been shaped to a sword.
Sawney noticed this and said to Eefera, "Get out of the way our Taggerung!"
Tagg did not wield the sword as in attack; instead, he said to Eefera, "Throw something up in the air. A stick, rock, dirt, anything!"
Eefera bent down, and pick up a wad of wet and sticky loam. He tossed it up, then beat an undignified retread behind a large boulder.
Tagg whipped the sword through the air. It sliced through the loam and severed the sticky threads holding it together. Again, Eefera picked up the loam, and later, sticks and branches, and all them end up like the first attack- severed, shorn in half, or chopped into shreds.
Sawney, not for the first time, regretted having an otter as the Taggerung. As he was watching Tagg brandish the sword, he wished that the same energy used in practice could be used in battle. And yet, no battle had come for a long while. It puzzled the ferret chief to no extent.
Tagg had maimed ever piece of material Eefera had tossed up when Sawney ordered, "Stop! You've been doing great, Tagg, but let's keep going with my knife, shall we?"
Tagg nodded gave the sword back to it's original owner, Eefera. It had taken nothing out of him. No weapons practice ever did.
Sawney gave the knife to Tagg. As he did every morning since he could walk, Tagg threw his knife.
(Later, near noon)
Gruven, as he did every morning, watched Sawney Rath and the Taggerung practice weapons. His eyes glared at the otter, still hurling the blade, now at different trees. The stoat muttered under his breath: "That stupid otter, taking my place in the clan. If he had not been claimed Taggerung, I'm sure I would've been!"
The jealous stoat continued watching the pair. "That little otterbrat, not fit to be Taggerung. He doesn't even resemble a Taggerung!"
Gruven slunk away, planning another attack on the Taggerung Juska.
(Still nearing noon, lunch)
Tagg slipped out Sawney Rath's dagger and used to cut his meat, roasted woodpigeon. Taking a wing and chewing it, he looked around.
Sawney was talking to Vallug about something; Grissoul was casting feather, dust, and bones into the fire; the camp seemed peaceful and quiet.
But it wasn't. Tagg, as usual, ate outside, like he preferred. He noticed a rustle in the bushes, and then pretended not to notice. Leaving his half- eaten pigeon on the grass, he stood up.
Gruven, who had been hiding in the bushes, leapt out, wielding his sword, slashing at the air. "Die, Tagg! You took my place in the clan- I'll take it back!"
Tagg pretended not to notice Gruven; he merely turned away. Gruven felt a sudden rush of anger and lunged forward with the sword.
Sawney bounded into the area of battle, witnessing the fight. Grissoul watched from the shadows.
Tagg whirled around, and as the stoat came closer, kicked out with a strong footpaw.
Gruven gasped in pain, and dropped his sword. Tagg gripped his collarbone in a tough grasp, paralyzing him from the neck down. (A/N At least that's what I've heard)
The stoat seemed to only get angrier after that. He tried at clawing the Taggerung, but his arms were useless, not even twitching. Gruven eventually slumped over, his shoulders in the powerful clasp of the Taggerung.
Tagg let the limp body drop. Gruven made small whimpers of pain, but in his mind, plotted revenge for all the times Tagg had defeated him.
Sawney came forward, and spat on the vermin on the grass. "Huh, some Juskabeast, attacking their own Taggerung!"
Antigra came forward to take her son to the tent, but Sawney held her back. "You're mate was as stupid as your son. Perhaps it runs in the family?"
Gruven glared in hate and agony at the smug ferret. Someday I will get you, Sawney Rath, thought Antigra for the thousandth time in her life. And when I do, you will pay.
Sawney stepped away, but not before asking Tagg, "Why don't you slay him? The second time in two days, Tagg!"
The otter shook his head, trying to avoid slaying Gruven. "The blood might dirty your blade. Do you really want his blood ruining your special knife?"
Sawney stared at the otter in amazement. The Taggerung, again, giving up a free kill? Then he laughed, to show that he wasn't going to force Tagg. "Did you all hear that, Juskarath? Hah!"
He turned to Tagg, who was walking back to his lunch. "Get ready for knife practice in five minutes, my son."
(After practice of knife and bow)
Sawney Rath sat by Grissoul, who was nearly sitting in the fire. She tossed in a pawful of moss, which gave off an eerie green smoke. Next, grass, fresh and green, coupled with some bark. All of it gave of the same green smoke.
Sawney realized what she was doing.
"You're trying to tell what's going on in the forest, aren't you, my Seer?"
The vixen nodded. She tossed in some dirt, and a rush of reddish smoke floated up. "Aye, lord. 'Tis a strange time, for I sense another clan moving in on thy territory. There is going to be a battle!"
Sawney leaned closer to the fire, though the amount was about three inches closer. "How many is their number, my faithful seer?"
The fox closed her eyes, and picked up a shorn dagger blade. Clenching it in her paws, and drawing blood, she tossed the crimson-stained blade, sending up dust. Opening her eyes and ignoring the dust, she peered in, noting the small chunks of dust that stayed attached to the knife blade.
"Lord, about a score and half, 'tis half our clan's number." She stuck her paws into the heat and pulled out the knife, paying no heed to the burns on her paws.
Sawney grinned. "Aye, we shall defeat them easily!"
Tagg heard this and leaned against the rock outside. How was he supposed to get out of this?
(End Chapter Three)
A/N Yay! Since I've checked, two new reviews! Yippe!
This is going to be a four chapter story. I know in the book it said that for many season, there was no killing raids and little tribal strife, but it never said no fights with another clan. Plus, this is a fanfiction. So I can't get sued if I get it wrong by Brian Jacques.
I wish I did own Redwall though...
Tagg: You're way too wishful-thinking, Shadowsong.
Shadowsong: Ah quiet Zann!
Tagg: (Goes off to his room in the Redwall dorms)
Shadowsong: Wait! I need you for the fic! (Chases after him)
Yes, I understand that this is the last chapter. This was meant to be a short story.
I'm thinking of doing a SSM:B fic, so if you only read Redwall, I might put up another Redwall one.
Read and review!
P.S I know Tagg seems a bit OOC, but please live with it.
(Begin Chapter Three)
Tagg woke up in the morning to the chirping birds. Not even opening his eyes, he guessed it was nearing dawn. The coolness of the morning, even though it was nearing summer, and the newly chirping birds gave it away. When the otter opened his dark eyes, he was proved correct. The sun had given Tagg a beautiful sunrise and warmness was pervading the vermin camp. Not for long, however, did Tagg have to admire the view.
"Ah, Tagg. Ready for weapons practice?" Sawney had also waken up; Tagg had a feeling he had been watched, and it must've been Sawney. "You can have breakfast later."
Tagg nodded, and checked to make sure the amber blade of Sawney Rath was there. He knew it was- he just wanted an excuse to look away from his adoptive father.
Eefera was near the elm tree as usual. The only thing not usual was that he had a sword in his paw. Tagg saw this and asked Sawney, "Why does Eefera have a sword? Isn't this my Taggerung training?"
Eefera nodded. "Yah, Taggerung, but Sawney thought it was time fer you to learn how to use a sword." He came up to the otter and offered his sword handle first. Tagg took it, filled with curiosity.
Eefera nodded. "That's 'ow to 'old the 'andle. 'Ere-"
Tagg was not listening- instead, he felt as if he had used the sword a million times. His paw felt perfectly in place with it, almost as if his paw had been shaped to a sword.
Sawney noticed this and said to Eefera, "Get out of the way our Taggerung!"
Tagg did not wield the sword as in attack; instead, he said to Eefera, "Throw something up in the air. A stick, rock, dirt, anything!"
Eefera bent down, and pick up a wad of wet and sticky loam. He tossed it up, then beat an undignified retread behind a large boulder.
Tagg whipped the sword through the air. It sliced through the loam and severed the sticky threads holding it together. Again, Eefera picked up the loam, and later, sticks and branches, and all them end up like the first attack- severed, shorn in half, or chopped into shreds.
Sawney, not for the first time, regretted having an otter as the Taggerung. As he was watching Tagg brandish the sword, he wished that the same energy used in practice could be used in battle. And yet, no battle had come for a long while. It puzzled the ferret chief to no extent.
Tagg had maimed ever piece of material Eefera had tossed up when Sawney ordered, "Stop! You've been doing great, Tagg, but let's keep going with my knife, shall we?"
Tagg nodded gave the sword back to it's original owner, Eefera. It had taken nothing out of him. No weapons practice ever did.
Sawney gave the knife to Tagg. As he did every morning since he could walk, Tagg threw his knife.
(Later, near noon)
Gruven, as he did every morning, watched Sawney Rath and the Taggerung practice weapons. His eyes glared at the otter, still hurling the blade, now at different trees. The stoat muttered under his breath: "That stupid otter, taking my place in the clan. If he had not been claimed Taggerung, I'm sure I would've been!"
The jealous stoat continued watching the pair. "That little otterbrat, not fit to be Taggerung. He doesn't even resemble a Taggerung!"
Gruven slunk away, planning another attack on the Taggerung Juska.
(Still nearing noon, lunch)
Tagg slipped out Sawney Rath's dagger and used to cut his meat, roasted woodpigeon. Taking a wing and chewing it, he looked around.
Sawney was talking to Vallug about something; Grissoul was casting feather, dust, and bones into the fire; the camp seemed peaceful and quiet.
But it wasn't. Tagg, as usual, ate outside, like he preferred. He noticed a rustle in the bushes, and then pretended not to notice. Leaving his half- eaten pigeon on the grass, he stood up.
Gruven, who had been hiding in the bushes, leapt out, wielding his sword, slashing at the air. "Die, Tagg! You took my place in the clan- I'll take it back!"
Tagg pretended not to notice Gruven; he merely turned away. Gruven felt a sudden rush of anger and lunged forward with the sword.
Sawney bounded into the area of battle, witnessing the fight. Grissoul watched from the shadows.
Tagg whirled around, and as the stoat came closer, kicked out with a strong footpaw.
Gruven gasped in pain, and dropped his sword. Tagg gripped his collarbone in a tough grasp, paralyzing him from the neck down. (A/N At least that's what I've heard)
The stoat seemed to only get angrier after that. He tried at clawing the Taggerung, but his arms were useless, not even twitching. Gruven eventually slumped over, his shoulders in the powerful clasp of the Taggerung.
Tagg let the limp body drop. Gruven made small whimpers of pain, but in his mind, plotted revenge for all the times Tagg had defeated him.
Sawney came forward, and spat on the vermin on the grass. "Huh, some Juskabeast, attacking their own Taggerung!"
Antigra came forward to take her son to the tent, but Sawney held her back. "You're mate was as stupid as your son. Perhaps it runs in the family?"
Gruven glared in hate and agony at the smug ferret. Someday I will get you, Sawney Rath, thought Antigra for the thousandth time in her life. And when I do, you will pay.
Sawney stepped away, but not before asking Tagg, "Why don't you slay him? The second time in two days, Tagg!"
The otter shook his head, trying to avoid slaying Gruven. "The blood might dirty your blade. Do you really want his blood ruining your special knife?"
Sawney stared at the otter in amazement. The Taggerung, again, giving up a free kill? Then he laughed, to show that he wasn't going to force Tagg. "Did you all hear that, Juskarath? Hah!"
He turned to Tagg, who was walking back to his lunch. "Get ready for knife practice in five minutes, my son."
(After practice of knife and bow)
Sawney Rath sat by Grissoul, who was nearly sitting in the fire. She tossed in a pawful of moss, which gave off an eerie green smoke. Next, grass, fresh and green, coupled with some bark. All of it gave of the same green smoke.
Sawney realized what she was doing.
"You're trying to tell what's going on in the forest, aren't you, my Seer?"
The vixen nodded. She tossed in some dirt, and a rush of reddish smoke floated up. "Aye, lord. 'Tis a strange time, for I sense another clan moving in on thy territory. There is going to be a battle!"
Sawney leaned closer to the fire, though the amount was about three inches closer. "How many is their number, my faithful seer?"
The fox closed her eyes, and picked up a shorn dagger blade. Clenching it in her paws, and drawing blood, she tossed the crimson-stained blade, sending up dust. Opening her eyes and ignoring the dust, she peered in, noting the small chunks of dust that stayed attached to the knife blade.
"Lord, about a score and half, 'tis half our clan's number." She stuck her paws into the heat and pulled out the knife, paying no heed to the burns on her paws.
Sawney grinned. "Aye, we shall defeat them easily!"
Tagg heard this and leaned against the rock outside. How was he supposed to get out of this?
(End Chapter Three)
A/N Yay! Since I've checked, two new reviews! Yippe!
This is going to be a four chapter story. I know in the book it said that for many season, there was no killing raids and little tribal strife, but it never said no fights with another clan. Plus, this is a fanfiction. So I can't get sued if I get it wrong by Brian Jacques.
I wish I did own Redwall though...
Tagg: You're way too wishful-thinking, Shadowsong.
Shadowsong: Ah quiet Zann!
Tagg: (Goes off to his room in the Redwall dorms)
Shadowsong: Wait! I need you for the fic! (Chases after him)