"It has been a half hour since I woke up. I immediately ran to Abbot Reame, who gathered Sister Krisane, the Recorder, Skipper, his wife Fyna, and Marn, an old, wise, dormouse. We gathered in the gatehouse to decode the baffling message, and here we still are. I am only writing in here as a break, since none of us have really solved it..."

Abbot Reame furrowed his brow. "Lily, please repeat the message for Sister Krisane to record. We cannot afford to forget such an important warning."

Lily obeyed. Sister Krisane, a young, sprightly squirrel, furiously scrawled down the poem, all the while muttering to herself.

"Flower? Lily... Hour: half already!... Gem... Moss? Gah! Finished! Well, let's hurry up and figure this thing out!" Krisane grinned up at her companions. "Please?"

"Yes missie, we'll 'urry up and solve it, but from that lil grin I see, yore already done!" Fyna chortled at the eager young one.

"Well... maybe all, but I've got more than half of it? Anyway, 'the flower' in the beginning is Lily! Don't you see that her name is also a name of a flower? Then she has to leave within the hour, which is pretty self explanatory! Oh my, is it already a half hour! Well the thi-" The overexcited squirrel chattered on and on... until Marn interrupted.

"'Scuse me, but I don't think anyone gets wot you're sayin', young'un." Krisane reddened.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I really am! I ju-"

She was cut off again, this time by Skipper. "Jus' explain it to us, miss, slowly."

So Krisane started again. She explained that the warrior-blooded flower had to be Lily. The 'gorge's gaping maw' would be the Great Gorge, where she would meet somebeast with violet paws. They would then travel west to someplace to find help. The only unknown parts were of the Gem with strength, and the flower of moss. At the end of Krisane's oration, everyone just stopped to think for awhile.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"'Ello, Father Abbot, and everyone else, here's yore tea for the day!" Skipper opened the door, and in came a tray laden with scones and hot tea. The tray was carried by a young yet burly otter, about Lily's age, named Perry.

"Thank you, Perry. Would you care to join us?"

"Er, that would be fine, Father Abbot, thankee."

Just then, Krisane jumped up. "I've got it! I've got it! The poem!"

Blacktongue was having a bad day. Nothing would go right. Nothing!

SQUAWK! The black rat had woken up to a loud noise, not knowing what it was, or who had caused it. He looked around... and saw nothing. Sighing, Blacktongue sat up, stretching his weary limbs. SQUAWK! There it was, again! The warlord looked around again. Front, back left, right... Just not up. A moment later, Blacktongue felt a splatter on his head, and he looked at the sky. Dozens of birds were aloft, wheeling through the blue yonder. And one of them had just relieved itself on him!

That day, the Deathkin awoke to the angry screams of their leader. They blearily tried to make breakfast, succeeding in setting many tribe members on fire, and most of the provisions. The warlord yelled at everyone near him. Later on, Blacktongue commanded everybeast to march forward. Normally, it wasn't a hard task, but many were injured, nursing burnt appendages and scorched fur.

They marched until dusk. The Deathkin could now clearly see the brownstone walls of the beautiful, famed Loamhedge. Less than a mile separated them from their dream and glory.

Maybe one thing went right, Blacktongue thought... They were so close... so close...

A/N- Sorry it's so short! And not that good! Personally, I despise this chapter. Shortest, worst thing I've ever written... But I did this in a rush, like 35 minutes? I'm so, so very sorry to all my reviwers :'( Anyway, I won't really be updating much anymore, because i have some serious studying to do, and vacation! grins Then there's school, but hopefully, HOPEFULLY, I can get something in at the end of August!