Sorry about not naming this chapter. It's name should be Redwall. Ok. Sorry.

Shawn awoke to find himself in a bed wearing a long white robe. Staring at him was the most beautiful squirrel he had ever seen."Is this the dark forest?" he asked, believing the squirrel to be some sort of divine being.

"No," said the pretty squirrel, giggling slightly,"This is the Redwall infirmary."

The door opened slightly as Barial stuck his head in,"Is he awake yet, doc."

The young squirrel fixed him with a stern look,"I told you my name is Sadie," she said coldly,"but yes, your friend is awake."

"Sorry...doc." said Barial with a chuckle. He quickly slipped back behind the door as a plate was hurled at him.

Sadie looked out the window to find that the sun was setting."Oh! It's almost supper time! Do you think you can make it down by yourself, Shawn?"

Shawn nodded.

"Good. Let's go." Sadie grabbed his paw and led him down to cavern hole.

Shawn wished the infirmary was further from cavern hole so he could hold her paw longer. However, his dismay was soon lost as she sat down next to him.

Shawn soon spotted Derek flirting with some volemaid. She hiccuped suddenly and Shawn noticed that she was holding a half empty wine glass. That ole' pervert, thought Shawn, he's gonna get her drunk and have his way with her.

He looked for Barial, but the strong young vole was no where in sight. I wonder where he's gone off to, Shawn thought. He quickly put the thought out of his mind as Sadie offered him a leek and onion pastrie.

"Uh, sorry. I don't really like onions."said Shawn

"Oh come on. It's good."

"Alright, alright, I'll try it." Shawn took a bite. He immediately regretted it, but kept eating as not to offend Sadie.

Meanwhile, in the great hall, the leaders of Mossflower, along with Barial, were holding a council of war.

"I believe we should help our friends in Tebreal," said Abbot Kevin, "It is the Redwall way."

"There is a good chance that many a beast will die in this battle," argued Log-a-log Daniel," we owe them nothing. Why should we give them our worriors."

"Do you think the wolves will settle for simply conquering Tebreal"
Barial said, slamming his fist the table,"Once they have my city they will move out and most likely attack your abbey."

"The vole's got a good point, mates," said Skipper Juan,"Very well. Me and my otters will march with you to Tebreal."

"Burr aye, zurr,"said Foremole Zakk,"moi molers be comen too."

Both looked at Daniel,"Fine, count my shrews in." he said reluctantly.

Abbot Kevin stood up,"Tis' settled then," said the old mouse,"Tommorow you march to Tebreal!"