--grows impatient-- C'mon... it's almost to a real battle scene! Alright, I'm anxious to get the next chappy up, and, since I'm the one compiling it, I think you'll be seeing another one soon... The otter comes in this chapter! Yay! Unfortunately for I, PH is writing him. --sticks tongue out-- I'll go invent my own random character to type out, too! Ha! Okay, I just sounded like a four year old pitching a fit, but whatever. Heehee. I'm having enough fun with the hares, so I guess I can forgive PH... at least until I can't do hares anymore.

Oh! And I finally fixed that thing Clouded Horizon pointed out, about crewbeasts (thanks again!)

THANK YOU REVIEWERS!

Anyway, now that I've droned on for paragraphs, I'll pass the Author(ess) notage on to PH:

heehee- whoops, better, heeheehee, yes and it's MY TURN TO DO THE DISCLAIMER!

Disclaimer: anything you reconise from the books dosn't belong to us, the plot, and non-reconizeable creatures though do. AND I OWN RAPP! YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM! heh, now that that's out of my system...


Aspen crept out from behind a sand dune, trying to get a head count of the vermin that flooded the shore. Conscious of the fact that she was already late in her return, Aspen bobbed to and fro muttering to herself.

"One score, two score, three– no wait, I've already counted them! Stop moving you bounders!"

Ripwave was sitting in his tent with his generals, laying out the plan of attack, when they heard someone cry,

"Enemy!"

A weasel named Spotfur had seen the hare and was now fumbling for an arrow.

"Oh corks!" Aspen said, jumping back behind the dune as arrows started flying in her direction.

"Kill it!" Ripwave shrieked, running out of the tent and rousing his crew.

The vermin needed no more encouragement than that and were soon hot on Aspen's tail as she raced back toward the mountain. The hare was easily faster than them and began to
pull ahead until an arrow found its mark in her left footpaw.

She stumbled and hopped on one foot, grabbing the arrow and tearing it out, oblivious to the pain. She started running again, but this time the vermin gained. Ripwave whooped and shouted encouragement to his troops.

"We got 'er mates! Surround 'er and bring 'er down!"

A ferret put on an extra burst of speed and raised his dagger to stab, but the hare dodged right, barreling into a rat and drawing her light sword. She kept backing up swiftly, doing her level best not to let them surround her, and baring her teeth ferociously.

"Eulaliaaaaa!" she screamed, leaping onto a weasel that charged her and finishing him with a single blow from her hind foot.

"Blood and vinegar old chaps! Eulalia! Never mess with a blinkin' fighting hare, vermin! Taste my blade! Eulaliaaaaaaaa!"

She fought for her life, knowing it wouldn't last much longer.

Rapp Galedeep was sitting down with his mate, Ceryss, watching his son, Tydepool, play with the rest of the young ones in the stream. Rapp was a sturdy otter, and had several scars over his body from vicious fights with searats, being as he used to be a seadog himself.

That, however, was before he met his mate. When he first saw Ceryss, he was dumbstruck at the sight of the beautiful ottermaid standing next to a blazing bonfire.

Eventually she agreed to marry him, but on the condition that he give up the sea.

Being horribly in love, he accepted her condition and moved in with her tribe. Now, two years later, he had a son who was the spitting image of him. Tyde was a young rascal to be sure, yet, he was a leader born, a strong beast, a son to be proud of. And proud he was. He would give anything for his son, and hoped that someday he would be able to teach him the sea, to pass down the Galedeep trade.

"Rapp dearest, what's on your mind?" Ceryss said curiously, "You looked like you were off in dreamland again." Ceryss' smooth, sweet, soft voice broke through his thoughts and brought him to attention.

"Sorry Ceryss, I was just thinking about Tyde, the young villain. Did you hear what 'e did this morning? 'E snuck up to the kitchens and had 'imself 'is brekkist, well, the first one anyways, and then ate again wid the rest of us! I don't remember bein' so greedy when I was a young'n!" Ceryss rolled her eyes at this.

"Oh weren't you now? That's not what your ol' dad said, 'e said-" Rapp cut her off.

"Nevermind."

She giggled and continued to patch some clothes that got torn on a scavenging trip. Rapp rolled onto his back with a sigh on contentment, and swiftly fell asleep.

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The mighty horde of Chillaxe Otterbane was terrorizing the whole population of otters, letting themselves be known to them and watching their pitiful attempts to gather warriors to fight.

"Stanknose, how many have 'escaped'?" The wolf asked his Stoat captain.

Stanknose let out a cackle.

"We've twelve already sire."

"Good, we'll wait another day and see what they do. Until then, keep the camp surrounded and make sure that they don't see you, or hear any fuss from the 'escapees'"

Stanknose bowed his head and left to do his master's bidding. Three days prior, the army ran into a wide stream, and, using knowledge from earlier experience, it was decided to follow it to see if any otter encampments were found. Sure enough, a day's march later they came up upon a decent size tribe.

He sent Hordebeasts to surround the area before floating a message downstream to the otters. How he loved to see them squirm under his watchful eye, watching them fall left and right trying to escape his wrath.

As Chillaxe sat in his tent to avoid the morning drizzle, he thought of new ways to strategize his battle plans of attack and invasion. As he leaned back in his chair he glanced around the room and looked at various pelts that lined the walls; squirrels, mice, moles, and plenty of otters.

An idea formed in his mind, what if he used their forces to get into the enemies camp? If they were gotten young enough, they wouldn't know any better than to serve him. The silver wolf laughed at the ingenious plan, and decided to start as soon as he could.

"Sweeptail, how many are left in the camp?"

The fox replied swiftly.

"Ten warriors m'lord."

"Good, take a score and wipe them out, meanwhile I'll take another and go scout the area. I'm going to return with several young woodlanders to train up and use later on." As he continued to explain his plan, the grin on the fox's face grew. "You see, that's why I chose to serve you; you use your brain, unlike those other vermin." Having said that, the fox left to gather a score of beasts to go raid the otter camp, which wasn't very hard; everyone wanted some home cooked vittles.

Man, her Chillaxe stuff is the bomb, isn't it! I love Chillaxe. Whoops, I mean... I'm not supposed to like the bad guys, am I? I need counseling. Heh. But, then again, we already knew that. Press the blue/purple/whatever button PLEASE!

thank you Billios, but I can't wait to see SB!--dances around in excitement--haha, you peeps prolly havn't the foggiest what I'm talking about.. oh well, you will soon... ish. oh, and review, please--puppy dog eyes--