Chapter Five: A Name of Greatness...
Setting: Redwall Abbey; Mid-afternoon
Abbot Song hurried up the stairs to the dormitory, eager to see the kit, as well as to do the other task he had set for himself; to finally find it a name. The stairs creaked slightly, showing their immense age, but the hedgehog didn't slow down. After a moment, he reached the top, but had to stop and pant for a moment. He wasn't exactly young anymore, and he was slowly finding that out for himself.
After catching his breath, the Abbot started strolling down the hallway to the dormitory where he had dropped off the infant, looking once again at the walls. The red sandstone reflected light just enough to make a comfortable light level in the Abbey. The old Abbot walked down the hall in mild happiness, and reached the room in no time. He opened the door quietly and looked inside. The windows were uncovered, which meant nobody was sleeping, and, to his suprise, Ruddtail was standing over the kit, whispering something to it.
The old hedgehog opened the door farther and slipped inside, closing it behind him again. Then he turned to the otter and baby fox.
"Hello, Ruddtail. How's the kit doing?"
The otter turned to him and fumbled with his bandaging.
"Hello, Abbot Song. He's doing fine. Have you decided on a name for it yet?"
"No, I haven't. If you have any suggestions, I would be happy to hear them."
"Actually, I did. What about Rakiir?"
"It sounds good to me," the Abbot smiled and turned down to the kit, who was falling asleep, "you are now Rakiir."
((Author's Note: Thanks for all the good reviews guys. This chapter is extremely short because the naming was all that I needed to get across. They should get longer from here on out though.))