Okay, Like I said last time, I don't own any of Mr. Jacques characters or Mossflower and it's inhabitants. This is chapter two.....BEWARE! Muhahahahaha!!
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Daniel was a strong mouse, and a brother of Redwall. His dark brown fur was thick, and he had golden pupils. He was much admired by the Dibbuns of the Abbey, because of his friendly nature, and how he would always help them with their problems. Daniel served as the Recorder's assistant. He dashed along the walls in his daily exercises, and stopped halfway along the southern wall for a breather. Something odd was happening in the woods. It was a bright and cheerful summer day, and yet he heard no birds singing, nor grasshoppers and crickets chirping in Mossflower Woods. Pondering this, Daniel continued jogging round. He thought he saw something from the corner of his eye, but saw nothing when he turned to look. { My eyes must be playing tricks on me.} Daniel thought. Then he heard a loud squawking noise, and saw a single fat wood pigeon fly from the edge of the woods, followed by a curse. When Daniel looked closer, he was surprised to see a small arrow sticking out of the ground. Immediately, he ran to tell the Abbot.
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Burnnose the rat cursed under his breath. He should have known better than to hunt so close to the Abbey. But a large fat wood pigeon was to good a meal to give up, for many of the foragers had managed to find only roots and berries. He nocked another arrow into the bow and prowled away from the Abbey. Burnnose didn't dare go back to retrieve the arrow. It was way to risky, plus that mouse had been up there. The rat was small, and didn't fancy hand to hand combat. He was a sniper, but today something was bothering him, a sense of foreboding about the idea of taking over the large Redstone Abbey. However, nobody stood up to Boris when it came to plundering. If you defied him, you were slain. If you failed, beatings were to follow. Boris had heard many tales about the Abbey's past, and how Warlords had tried to take it with forces that outnumbered Boris's pirates by hundreds, had failed miserably. But Boris was clever, and he never made an attack, or announced himself with a show of force. He was playing it safe, until the time was ripe...

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Hmm....More suspense, I suppose. Next chapter will be up in a couple of days. See you later...
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