Hello chaps and chappessess, this is your friendly writer grubswiper,
bringing you another chapter to add on to this little hidden treasure which
I like to call ' Veteran '. I hope this chapter satisfies your bloodthirsty
need to read.
Hope you enjoy.
Grubswiper
(P.S: Attention readers! When your done reading, please review!! I really dislike people who read an' don't review. So please.............READ AND REVEIW!! Thanks!
Disclaimer: Hey people, I don't own Redwall, so quit asking!!
The sun was as unmerciful as it ever was on the hot summer day. The long patrol hares bent their backs against the blistering heat as the marched on toward their hated enemy.
General Cornspurry silently cursed at the sun for their luck. He too, a proud hare, had to bend his back against the sun as he marched forward in the front with one of his captains.
The younger patrol hares were all having a private chat with themselves. One particular hare, Longpaw, had pretty much had enough.
"Blast that flippin sun. why did it have to do this today?! It's not bally fair I tell you, chaps. Why do this?"
"Cause, its the orders."
Drill Sergeant Kemper had been eavesdropping on the conversation , so he decided to step in and put and end to it.
"Now stop gabbin and keep marching, cause you will be marching a lot these couple days. So stop talking and march, soldier! That's an order!"
(Bloodfang)
The whole army of was going at a desperate pace. Bloodfang was at the front of his sad army of foxes, stoats, rats, and even a pine martin. He beckoned one of his captains. A big red fox with gray shifting eyes came sauntering up. "Sir?"
"Take thirty archers to hold them off so we can get farther from the enemy. Now!"
Thirty minutes later Hooktail (which was the fox's name ) was soon going the opposite way of the horde toward the hares with his thirty odd archers.
Some were a little hesitant to leave the hoard, for obvious reasons. Nobeast would want to fight against the long patrol.
One particular stoat, was scared out of his wits.
"I tell ya mates, this ain't lookin good. Wid those mad hares at our back were bound to be killed. For seasons now, we been in hard times, pikes, water mousses, swamps......ugh! The swamps" he said with a shudder running down his spine like ice.
Bloodfang kicked out at the unlucky creature.
"Shut up and give that useless gob o yours a rest, you thickhead. If you lot march fast enough we can lose them. Now git goin!!"
(Long Patrol)
The famous hare fighters plowed on toward their enemy, strangely not tired at all. One thing that also helped their spirits up was having a snack while marching on their dusty path.
The hare Longpaw was feeling much better.
"Permission to sing a marching ditty sah?"
The group began to sing when a arrow struck Longpaw.
A/N Well, how was that chapter? I know it was a bit short but there will be at least 2 more chapters in this story. Please review, Im losing hope on two of my stories. C yas.
Hope you enjoy.
Grubswiper
(P.S: Attention readers! When your done reading, please review!! I really dislike people who read an' don't review. So please.............READ AND REVEIW!! Thanks!
Disclaimer: Hey people, I don't own Redwall, so quit asking!!
The sun was as unmerciful as it ever was on the hot summer day. The long patrol hares bent their backs against the blistering heat as the marched on toward their hated enemy.
General Cornspurry silently cursed at the sun for their luck. He too, a proud hare, had to bend his back against the sun as he marched forward in the front with one of his captains.
The younger patrol hares were all having a private chat with themselves. One particular hare, Longpaw, had pretty much had enough.
"Blast that flippin sun. why did it have to do this today?! It's not bally fair I tell you, chaps. Why do this?"
"Cause, its the orders."
Drill Sergeant Kemper had been eavesdropping on the conversation , so he decided to step in and put and end to it.
"Now stop gabbin and keep marching, cause you will be marching a lot these couple days. So stop talking and march, soldier! That's an order!"
(Bloodfang)
The whole army of was going at a desperate pace. Bloodfang was at the front of his sad army of foxes, stoats, rats, and even a pine martin. He beckoned one of his captains. A big red fox with gray shifting eyes came sauntering up. "Sir?"
"Take thirty archers to hold them off so we can get farther from the enemy. Now!"
Thirty minutes later Hooktail (which was the fox's name ) was soon going the opposite way of the horde toward the hares with his thirty odd archers.
Some were a little hesitant to leave the hoard, for obvious reasons. Nobeast would want to fight against the long patrol.
One particular stoat, was scared out of his wits.
"I tell ya mates, this ain't lookin good. Wid those mad hares at our back were bound to be killed. For seasons now, we been in hard times, pikes, water mousses, swamps......ugh! The swamps" he said with a shudder running down his spine like ice.
Bloodfang kicked out at the unlucky creature.
"Shut up and give that useless gob o yours a rest, you thickhead. If you lot march fast enough we can lose them. Now git goin!!"
(Long Patrol)
The famous hare fighters plowed on toward their enemy, strangely not tired at all. One thing that also helped their spirits up was having a snack while marching on their dusty path.
The hare Longpaw was feeling much better.
"Permission to sing a marching ditty sah?"
The group began to sing when a arrow struck Longpaw.
A/N Well, how was that chapter? I know it was a bit short but there will be at least 2 more chapters in this story. Please review, Im losing hope on two of my stories. C yas.