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--Hello again everyone, and first of all let me say sorry for the immediate update, but I would like to have at least 1 chapter up to get a feel for the story. Also, there is a huge time gap between the story and Avalyn, who is telling it. Avalyn had ancestors who fought in the war and recorded it, and that is how he knows about it. Well, here goes.--
Bluestripe the Wild was a tall, heavily muscled badger who certainly lived up to his title. However, he could be equally compassionate as he could strong. As his name states, Bluestripe was named after his head, which has an oddly tinged blue stripe.
"Any reports from the Patrol?"
A tall, lanky hare with the name of Whitepaw entered the chamber.
"Nothin' as of yet, sa!
Bluestripe nodded. Casting aside a beaker of cold mint cordial he had been drinking, Bluestripe brandished his longbow, his primary weapon of choice.
"I'll put a stop to this once and for all!"
Whitepaw jumped up and stopped him.
"No sa'! I'm tellin' ya' m'lud, you'll get y'self killed! You've still got a score o' hares that can hold 'em off. We have to go, we need to get out and get some flippin' help before we're slain!"
Bluestripe was about to interfere, but sighed wearily.
"I suppose you're right. We'll get crushed if we stay here with the few we have. Rally the remaining troops. We've got to get out now."
Whitepaw was gone only 10 minutes, and reluctantly, he walked in, followed by Lancepaw, Snowfoot, Helva, and the pair of twins Sam and Siln.
"Where is everyone, sarge?", Bluestripe shouted, tears welling up in his large amber eyes.
Whitepaw knelt his head and said, "I'm sorry sah, but this, this is all we've got!"
Bluestripe held his hands to his head, and then slowly, he lifted his head.
"So be it. We're off. But I swear on the grave of my ancestors that the scum and all of his followers will be slain the minute I return here. None will be left alive."
All of the remaining hares shivered. Bluestripe and his six followers padded down to the other remaining chamber and gathered a few supplies, and sprinted off into Mossflower Woods. One sentry spotted them, and ran back to make his report.
--Well, that's it for now. Again, please drop me a review. Thanks for reading, and see you at Chapter 2!--