Author's Notes: Hey, another chapter! Happy reading, folks!
Disclaimer: I do not own Redwall in any way. It belongs to Brian Jacques.
Original POV
Darwath.
The name itself sent shivers down the spines of his hoard. Darwath was a cunning, middle-aged fox, with a sleek black pelt. He commanded a vast hoard of rats, ferrets and weasels. The only fox in his hoard (besides himself) was his second-in-command, Claw. He was reluctant to have foxes in his hoard because he was afraid they might turn against him. Darwath also had five captains. Fangface the rat, Deatheye the weasel with the ability to hypnotize others, Tridenter the rat in charge of his ships, Shademask the ferret spy, and Bladepace the weasel who commanded the scouting parties.
Darwath had decided to set foot on Mossflower, but since the territory was new to him, he didn't do anything rash, but still desired to make his name known and feared.
Tridenter's POV
"Get a move on, ye filthy sea scum!" I shouted.
I sighed. I knew the rats were working as hard as they could, but I couldn't contain my frustration. Now that we had set foot on solid ground, my sea-faring experience would be useless to Darwath. I spat on the floor and slumped onto the ground. On the water, Darwath had practically depended on me. Now, he doesn't even care. He had summoned the other captains to his room, but not me.
Bladepace's POV
From the distance I could see my mate Tridenter sitting on the floor miserably. He was certainly looking down, but that was none of my business. I sent out two scouts a week ago, they should have been back. "If they don't back in another week, I'll declare them dead." I decided.
If my memory was correct, the two ferrets I sent out were named Fourfinger and Stubby. You could guess where their names came from. Fourfinger had lost a finger on his right paw, and Stubby didn't have much of a tail left. They weren't exactly the most skilled, but I had no intention to sacrifice my best scouts in unknown territory.
Darwath motivated the hoard with promises of treasure. But Deatheye and I know that he'll just keep it all for himself. But we don't want to start a rebellion. We're captains, so we get better treatment over the others. We've got power.
Fourfinger's POV
My mate Stubby and I have been surveying the woods for quite some time now. We are now returning to report to our captain. We could see him looking at us. He raised his hand and motioned for us to come closer.
"Well?" he asked expectantly.
"There be river nearby." answered Stubby.
I groaned. "Don't mind 'im cap'n. We saw a grand castle, oh, yes. It's real big. There not be much beasts oer there. They be liddle short mouses an' funny squirrels wit big tails. Easy to take, if you be willing."
Bladepace was now alert and eyeing me intently. "Fine. But is there treasure behind those castle walls?"
"Oh, yes!" answered Stubby. "Them big red walls should have treasure, no? An' if there be no treasure, there be big place we could live! Aye!"
I watched as Bladepace's lips separated to form an evil grin. "You're right Stubby. Even if there's no treasure it would make a nice base for Lord Darwath. Stubby, Fourfinger, if you continue producing work of this quality, you'll be promoted. How would you like that?" he asked.
Stubby and I both nodded our heads fervently.
"By the way, mates, what is that castle called anyways? Does it have a name?" Bladepace asked.
"I've 'eard it mentioned, cap'n." I answered.
"Well? What is it?" he said eagerly.
"Redwall."
Author's Notes: Oh, look at this! Vermin finding out about Redwall, not good. Hehe, please review!