A/N Gomen for not updating lately. Really. I've been sort of busy,
because I was at my friend's house on Friday night to Saturday morning, and
on Saturday, I was cleaning the house getting ready for a party for my mom
and dad's Bible study group. Gomen, really. I'm a devout Christen, so I
joined in and stuff, and then I went to church this morning and was whacked
out... Gomen.
Please read and review!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: Guess. Take a good, long guess on what I own.
(Cough) NOTHING! (Cough) Whoa, have I got a nasty cold or what? Even though it is the middle of summer.
(Begin Chapter Six)
"Is she alive?"
"She looks it, but her eyes are really pale, not the usual yellow when she opened them for a second... more like a white-ish... that can't be good..."
"Wait, she's coming around... Shadowsong!"
"Tis no use, Shadowsong's left us!"
"No she hasn't! Shadowsong!"
Shadowsong stirred. Flicking open her weary eyes, she realized a large group of beasts were crowding around her. Fiery pain stabbed at her head, and lights danced around in her slowly returning tawny eyes. She groaned and tried to sit up from her prostrate position, but Deyna pushed her back.
"You need to rest," he said. Shadowsong leaned back.
Shokar breathed a sigh of relief. "Are you okay, Shadowsong?"
The black wolf stirred. Her tawny eyes assessed the situation. It was nearing dark, and a picturesque sunset flashed in her eyes.
"What happened? I felt that I got hit and everything went dark..."
Nimbalo drew his teeth back. "Those scum attacked after you fell. Didn't think that we could fight without you. Huh! Did they every get the drubbing of their dirty lives!" He thumped his paw with a makeshift sling wound around it against the walltop.
Deyna nodded. "Aye, they only have about ten beasts left, Shadowsong."
Shadowsong closed her amber pools, thinking. Twenty of the enemy left. A score of vermin, while at Emerald Waters they had about five less. Unless...
"Did we lose any?"
Shokar shook her head, hazel eyes in wonder. "No, we didn't. They weren't very good with slings, and one rat had a bow- I managed to slay him quick. Kera got a slingstone in the shoulder, she's getting healed now. Weedwhip managed to duck an arrow, but it skimmed 'er headfur. That's about it, Shadowsong."
Shadowsong opened her eyes. "How long was I out?"
Boorab peered at the position of the sun, shading his eyes with a tan colored paw. "Huh, lass, I'd say since... about a jolly hour."
Shadowsong grimaced. "Where are they now?"
Weedwhip came up, salve covering a streak on her head. "In th' forest, miss. Ran off like scalded frogs, cowards!"
Boorab gazed out at the scenic twilight. "True, missy, runned off like bally old gullywhumpers!"
Shadowsong grinned. "You're a gullywhumper, Boorab." She struggled to sit up. "What now?" she asked, her shoulder feeling as if on fire, ocher orbs stinging
Deyna lifted his eyes from the dusk, remarking, "While you were unconscious, we decided to have a walltop guard. You can rest, Nimbalo and I are on first watch with Skiol." He nodded towards a tough, lean, tannish male ferret, hazel eyes lazily watching the woods. He waved a paw, which clasped a sling loaded with a hefty rock.
"Aye, Ah'm with them, lass. Dinnae notin tae worry about, ah ken!" He positioned himself at the end of the wall, sling dangling from his light brown paw.
Shadowsong nodded. "Right." She strained to get up, then collapsed. Deyna kindly helped her up.
"You look at weak as a new otter kit," he commented, dark eyes in worry. "Go eat, you didn't eat much when we ate supper."
Shadowsong nodded, then weakly stumbled into the jade colored Abbey, glaive still feebly clasped in her paw, sling wrapped around it.
(At Redwall)
Abbess Mhera waved her paws franticly. "Chiekla! Did you find anybeast?"
The sparrow bobbed her sleek head. "A few, Mother Abbess. I did find a patrol from the Skipper of the Otters, numbering about half a score, along with a few hermit squirrels." Tilting her small skull back and forth, she added, "I sent them to Emerald Waters, if that's what you wanted."
The otter nodded. "Yes, yes, good..."
The sparrow shot off like an arrow from a bow, ruffling the parchments that Rosabel was writing on.
"Wish she wouldn't do that," said the squirrelmaid absentmindedly, shifting through scrolls. "Messes up my writing, look, my L's look like J's now."
(At Emerald Waters)
Shadowsong ate some more of the mushroom soup, then quaffed some green-ish water from the stream. "Exactly why is the water green, Weedwhip?"
Weedwhip, picking up stones from the stream, replied, "Long ago, about a few generations back, a score vermin mothers, sick of fighting, found a crumbling ruin, a base for a fortress or something. They built another layer onto it, but didn't want to get rid of the stream flowing right through it. All the white and tan limestone was colored from having the stream running though it for seasons. They were smooth and well-worn, easy to hack at and cut, shape into the blocks.
"The water? We guess that some sort of mineral pours through the creek. That's just a guess, but it doesn't seem to harm us." Dropping a rather large rock, she yelped as it slammed onto her foot. "Yowch!"
Shadowsong was about to take a sip of the olive-tinted water when Deyna called down, "Skipper of the otters at the front gate!"
She coughed and spewed water. "Wha- Skipper?"
Shadowsong heard the ex-Taggerung laugh. "Aye, with a crew of twenty otters, and are fighting off the vermin, giving them some bruises to think about!"
She jerked up, the chair crashing behind her. She guilty picked it up. "Oops. Should I let the Skipper in?"
A rough otter voice called out, "Aye, Shadowsong, matey, afore we're slain out here!"
She lifted the bar to open the gate, but a cutlass thrust it's way through the crack of the gates, pointing straight at her heart.
"Ah, lass. Git yore blade readah, tis battle time!"
(End Chapter Six)
A/N (Ducks hail of arrows, bullets, missiles, rocks and other ammunition) Sorry for really not updating! I started this chapter a while ago... all right, about two weeks. Gomen! And about the major cliffy... but then again, only my brother seems to be reading this, so I don't really see who is reading it...
Blame my muses. They did this. They gave me no ideas.
Please review!
Please read and review!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: Guess. Take a good, long guess on what I own.
(Cough) NOTHING! (Cough) Whoa, have I got a nasty cold or what? Even though it is the middle of summer.
(Begin Chapter Six)
"Is she alive?"
"She looks it, but her eyes are really pale, not the usual yellow when she opened them for a second... more like a white-ish... that can't be good..."
"Wait, she's coming around... Shadowsong!"
"Tis no use, Shadowsong's left us!"
"No she hasn't! Shadowsong!"
Shadowsong stirred. Flicking open her weary eyes, she realized a large group of beasts were crowding around her. Fiery pain stabbed at her head, and lights danced around in her slowly returning tawny eyes. She groaned and tried to sit up from her prostrate position, but Deyna pushed her back.
"You need to rest," he said. Shadowsong leaned back.
Shokar breathed a sigh of relief. "Are you okay, Shadowsong?"
The black wolf stirred. Her tawny eyes assessed the situation. It was nearing dark, and a picturesque sunset flashed in her eyes.
"What happened? I felt that I got hit and everything went dark..."
Nimbalo drew his teeth back. "Those scum attacked after you fell. Didn't think that we could fight without you. Huh! Did they every get the drubbing of their dirty lives!" He thumped his paw with a makeshift sling wound around it against the walltop.
Deyna nodded. "Aye, they only have about ten beasts left, Shadowsong."
Shadowsong closed her amber pools, thinking. Twenty of the enemy left. A score of vermin, while at Emerald Waters they had about five less. Unless...
"Did we lose any?"
Shokar shook her head, hazel eyes in wonder. "No, we didn't. They weren't very good with slings, and one rat had a bow- I managed to slay him quick. Kera got a slingstone in the shoulder, she's getting healed now. Weedwhip managed to duck an arrow, but it skimmed 'er headfur. That's about it, Shadowsong."
Shadowsong opened her eyes. "How long was I out?"
Boorab peered at the position of the sun, shading his eyes with a tan colored paw. "Huh, lass, I'd say since... about a jolly hour."
Shadowsong grimaced. "Where are they now?"
Weedwhip came up, salve covering a streak on her head. "In th' forest, miss. Ran off like scalded frogs, cowards!"
Boorab gazed out at the scenic twilight. "True, missy, runned off like bally old gullywhumpers!"
Shadowsong grinned. "You're a gullywhumper, Boorab." She struggled to sit up. "What now?" she asked, her shoulder feeling as if on fire, ocher orbs stinging
Deyna lifted his eyes from the dusk, remarking, "While you were unconscious, we decided to have a walltop guard. You can rest, Nimbalo and I are on first watch with Skiol." He nodded towards a tough, lean, tannish male ferret, hazel eyes lazily watching the woods. He waved a paw, which clasped a sling loaded with a hefty rock.
"Aye, Ah'm with them, lass. Dinnae notin tae worry about, ah ken!" He positioned himself at the end of the wall, sling dangling from his light brown paw.
Shadowsong nodded. "Right." She strained to get up, then collapsed. Deyna kindly helped her up.
"You look at weak as a new otter kit," he commented, dark eyes in worry. "Go eat, you didn't eat much when we ate supper."
Shadowsong nodded, then weakly stumbled into the jade colored Abbey, glaive still feebly clasped in her paw, sling wrapped around it.
(At Redwall)
Abbess Mhera waved her paws franticly. "Chiekla! Did you find anybeast?"
The sparrow bobbed her sleek head. "A few, Mother Abbess. I did find a patrol from the Skipper of the Otters, numbering about half a score, along with a few hermit squirrels." Tilting her small skull back and forth, she added, "I sent them to Emerald Waters, if that's what you wanted."
The otter nodded. "Yes, yes, good..."
The sparrow shot off like an arrow from a bow, ruffling the parchments that Rosabel was writing on.
"Wish she wouldn't do that," said the squirrelmaid absentmindedly, shifting through scrolls. "Messes up my writing, look, my L's look like J's now."
(At Emerald Waters)
Shadowsong ate some more of the mushroom soup, then quaffed some green-ish water from the stream. "Exactly why is the water green, Weedwhip?"
Weedwhip, picking up stones from the stream, replied, "Long ago, about a few generations back, a score vermin mothers, sick of fighting, found a crumbling ruin, a base for a fortress or something. They built another layer onto it, but didn't want to get rid of the stream flowing right through it. All the white and tan limestone was colored from having the stream running though it for seasons. They were smooth and well-worn, easy to hack at and cut, shape into the blocks.
"The water? We guess that some sort of mineral pours through the creek. That's just a guess, but it doesn't seem to harm us." Dropping a rather large rock, she yelped as it slammed onto her foot. "Yowch!"
Shadowsong was about to take a sip of the olive-tinted water when Deyna called down, "Skipper of the otters at the front gate!"
She coughed and spewed water. "Wha- Skipper?"
Shadowsong heard the ex-Taggerung laugh. "Aye, with a crew of twenty otters, and are fighting off the vermin, giving them some bruises to think about!"
She jerked up, the chair crashing behind her. She guilty picked it up. "Oops. Should I let the Skipper in?"
A rough otter voice called out, "Aye, Shadowsong, matey, afore we're slain out here!"
She lifted the bar to open the gate, but a cutlass thrust it's way through the crack of the gates, pointing straight at her heart.
"Ah, lass. Git yore blade readah, tis battle time!"
(End Chapter Six)
A/N (Ducks hail of arrows, bullets, missiles, rocks and other ammunition) Sorry for really not updating! I started this chapter a while ago... all right, about two weeks. Gomen! And about the major cliffy... but then again, only my brother seems to be reading this, so I don't really see who is reading it...
Blame my muses. They did this. They gave me no ideas.
Please review!