A/N Ah. My muses are acting civil for once, and have granted me a wonderful
idea for a fanfic. Please read the one-shot I've recently posted.
(Kicks muses) However, my muses have not yet told me how long this story is going to be. Curse them.
Read and review!
(Begin Chapter Four)
A kitchen cook, a short, fat, female stoat named Weedwhip served the lunch. It was a beaker of greenish water, with hot mushroom soup, and for dessert, a strawberry trifle.
Boorab ate with ferocity. "I say, this is great fodder! Mhpsh!" He stuffed his mouth with a spoonful of mushroom soup and couldn't speak anymore.
Shadowsong ate courteously, not speaking. Her thoughts were focused on her late family, and their slayer. She had slain Ruggan Bor- for that, she was complete with her revenge, but could not bring herself to live a peaceful life.
What truly stirred her thoughts up was the fact that another Abbey was in Mossflower. It hovered in her mind. But yet she couldn't think of why vermin wanted to live a serene life, not fighting or slaying. She knew female vermin that fought like the males, though she only saw one out of about fifty in every army.
Deyna saw the troubled look in his friends amber eyes. He leaned over and asked, "What is it, Shadowsong?"
She shook her head. "Nothing. I was just thinking." She munched on the strawberry trifle, still thinking. Taking her mug of jade colored water, she took a deep swig, feeling the fresh, tasty water slide down her throat.
Deyna shrugged, and returned to eating, but kept a careful eye on his surroundings.
Wham! Wham! Wham!
Three loud knocks on the door sounded.
Weedwhip swerved around in her bottle green chair. "More visitors?"
A sturdy looking ferret armed with a sharpened stake rushed down the stairs. "Marm, there's a big gang of beasts out there, about numbering twoscore!"
Shadowsong forgot her food and swiftly moved out of her chair, and grabbed her rapier and glaive, for her sling and daggers were in her belt.
She rushed to the ferret. "Twoscore? What kind of beasts?"
The ferret looked grim. "Searats, armed to the fangs. Must've had keen eyes to spot this place!"
Shadowsong anxiously thumped her glaive on the ground. "This ain't good. Show me where the roof is!"
The ferret nodded and speedily dashed up the stairs. Shadowsong followed, with Deyna, Nimbalo and Boorab behind, though Boorab remarked, "'Tain't good, running up and down bally stairs in the middle of a good scoff!"
Shadowsong and the ferret came up to the roof. Shadowsong gripped her glaive.
The ferret was right. It was nearly numbering twoscore, and all searats. Tattered clothing, obvious tattoos, brass pawrings and earrings, with rusty or broken weaponry. All very dangerous.
The ferret stamped her stave on the ground. "'Tis no use trying to fight them, we number about a score and a 'alf here, and about half of us have babes and can't fight!"
Shadowsong bit her lip. The situation didn't look good.
"Get all the fighting beasts you can. What's your name?"
"Shokar, and I'll do it." She ran down the steps.
Deyna sized them up. "Looks like killing beasts to the bone. What now?"
Boorab flicked his ear up resolutely. "Wot do we do? I'll tell you, sah! Get long range weapons, sling and bow, that's the jolly stuff. Snip at 'em, chuck rocks, fend off the Abbey!"
Shadowsong unhooked her sling and loaded it. "And if it comes to close range warfare, Boorab?"
Nimbalo shrugged. "What we did last time at Redwall, fed 'em their tails on a silver platter!"
Shokar came up, with about fifteen beasts, all but two female, behind her. "Here, marm!"
Shadowsong assessed the defenders. "It's Shadowsong, not marm or lady. Right, get strips of cloth and sling rocks with 'em. You must have rocks around here, correct?"
Shokar nodded. "Aye, Shadowsong. We've got many down near the Emerald creek goin' through our Abbey!"
Deyna nodded. "Good! A few of you, get some cloth. Another few, about two or three's good, take up some rocks. The rest of you, get any pieces of wood you find, and sharpen them for lances and javelins. Shokar, we need you up here." All but Shokar left.
Shokar clenched her weapon. "This is my home, and I got a babe inside these walls. I hopes we kin fight off these uns!"
Shadowsong looked at Shokar. "Where's your mate?"
Shokar looked over the searats. "Left me. Liked the seas better, an' never came back. Dunno why I had a babe with him, but I love my babe and don't care who his father is." She gazed at the searats, fury rising in her hazel eyes.
"Are most of the beasts here female?" Nimbalo asked, rubbing his paws on his battle-axe blade.
"Aye. Most them have babes, even though they're quite young. We only have a few males here, all of them were born here and grew up, besides little Shalke," explained the ferret.
A few minutes later, the other beasts came up, bearing strips of fabric and rocks and slinging pebbles.
Shadowsong took inventory. "Hm, good, good. Nice material, 'twill do well. Let's see what those vermin want!"
(End Chapter Four)
A/N This story is going slow, I know, but I wanted to write my one-shot.
Hope you like it, and please review!
(Kicks muses) However, my muses have not yet told me how long this story is going to be. Curse them.
Read and review!
(Begin Chapter Four)
A kitchen cook, a short, fat, female stoat named Weedwhip served the lunch. It was a beaker of greenish water, with hot mushroom soup, and for dessert, a strawberry trifle.
Boorab ate with ferocity. "I say, this is great fodder! Mhpsh!" He stuffed his mouth with a spoonful of mushroom soup and couldn't speak anymore.
Shadowsong ate courteously, not speaking. Her thoughts were focused on her late family, and their slayer. She had slain Ruggan Bor- for that, she was complete with her revenge, but could not bring herself to live a peaceful life.
What truly stirred her thoughts up was the fact that another Abbey was in Mossflower. It hovered in her mind. But yet she couldn't think of why vermin wanted to live a serene life, not fighting or slaying. She knew female vermin that fought like the males, though she only saw one out of about fifty in every army.
Deyna saw the troubled look in his friends amber eyes. He leaned over and asked, "What is it, Shadowsong?"
She shook her head. "Nothing. I was just thinking." She munched on the strawberry trifle, still thinking. Taking her mug of jade colored water, she took a deep swig, feeling the fresh, tasty water slide down her throat.
Deyna shrugged, and returned to eating, but kept a careful eye on his surroundings.
Wham! Wham! Wham!
Three loud knocks on the door sounded.
Weedwhip swerved around in her bottle green chair. "More visitors?"
A sturdy looking ferret armed with a sharpened stake rushed down the stairs. "Marm, there's a big gang of beasts out there, about numbering twoscore!"
Shadowsong forgot her food and swiftly moved out of her chair, and grabbed her rapier and glaive, for her sling and daggers were in her belt.
She rushed to the ferret. "Twoscore? What kind of beasts?"
The ferret looked grim. "Searats, armed to the fangs. Must've had keen eyes to spot this place!"
Shadowsong anxiously thumped her glaive on the ground. "This ain't good. Show me where the roof is!"
The ferret nodded and speedily dashed up the stairs. Shadowsong followed, with Deyna, Nimbalo and Boorab behind, though Boorab remarked, "'Tain't good, running up and down bally stairs in the middle of a good scoff!"
Shadowsong and the ferret came up to the roof. Shadowsong gripped her glaive.
The ferret was right. It was nearly numbering twoscore, and all searats. Tattered clothing, obvious tattoos, brass pawrings and earrings, with rusty or broken weaponry. All very dangerous.
The ferret stamped her stave on the ground. "'Tis no use trying to fight them, we number about a score and a 'alf here, and about half of us have babes and can't fight!"
Shadowsong bit her lip. The situation didn't look good.
"Get all the fighting beasts you can. What's your name?"
"Shokar, and I'll do it." She ran down the steps.
Deyna sized them up. "Looks like killing beasts to the bone. What now?"
Boorab flicked his ear up resolutely. "Wot do we do? I'll tell you, sah! Get long range weapons, sling and bow, that's the jolly stuff. Snip at 'em, chuck rocks, fend off the Abbey!"
Shadowsong unhooked her sling and loaded it. "And if it comes to close range warfare, Boorab?"
Nimbalo shrugged. "What we did last time at Redwall, fed 'em their tails on a silver platter!"
Shokar came up, with about fifteen beasts, all but two female, behind her. "Here, marm!"
Shadowsong assessed the defenders. "It's Shadowsong, not marm or lady. Right, get strips of cloth and sling rocks with 'em. You must have rocks around here, correct?"
Shokar nodded. "Aye, Shadowsong. We've got many down near the Emerald creek goin' through our Abbey!"
Deyna nodded. "Good! A few of you, get some cloth. Another few, about two or three's good, take up some rocks. The rest of you, get any pieces of wood you find, and sharpen them for lances and javelins. Shokar, we need you up here." All but Shokar left.
Shokar clenched her weapon. "This is my home, and I got a babe inside these walls. I hopes we kin fight off these uns!"
Shadowsong looked at Shokar. "Where's your mate?"
Shokar looked over the searats. "Left me. Liked the seas better, an' never came back. Dunno why I had a babe with him, but I love my babe and don't care who his father is." She gazed at the searats, fury rising in her hazel eyes.
"Are most of the beasts here female?" Nimbalo asked, rubbing his paws on his battle-axe blade.
"Aye. Most them have babes, even though they're quite young. We only have a few males here, all of them were born here and grew up, besides little Shalke," explained the ferret.
A few minutes later, the other beasts came up, bearing strips of fabric and rocks and slinging pebbles.
Shadowsong took inventory. "Hm, good, good. Nice material, 'twill do well. Let's see what those vermin want!"
(End Chapter Four)
A/N This story is going slow, I know, but I wanted to write my one-shot.
Hope you like it, and please review!