Back again! Hopefully the next chapter will be up soon... --coughnagPHaboutwritingherchappycough--
Disclaimer: Nothing you recognize from Redwall books belongs to us, duh. Also, we would like to thank Lobuck for use of her surname to fit one of the coolest characters (in my opinion) in the entire fic. YAY! Oh; we don't own a battleaxe. --snaps fingers--
yet would be the correct term Billios. We don't own a battleaxe yet cause I'll fix that someday... oh, and to all you involved readers who take the time to read poor authors notes, I actually am looking into making a Chillaxe shirt. and I can put the link up of the completed design and let people order them themselves. maybe, I dunno how that'll work, but I'll try! heehee. though, I'm having issues finding a awesome picture of a wolf in black and white, soo...help? heehee, so yeah, enough of this, ONTO THE STORY!
The next afternoon showed a big silver wolf standing before four abbey dibbuns. They were being asked simple questions, such as what their name was. When this query was brought up, the dark brown squirrel stepped forward.
"Ashbreeze." He said in a bold voice, which held confidence, and standing tall, as to further impress the warlord. Next the twins stepped forth and replied quickly.
"Rowan," was the male.
"Roann," was the female.
They both did an obviously practiced move and did a backward pawspring to their original location. Then all eyes went to the little mouse, who timidly stood forth, trying to glare at the ones laughing at her.
"Daisy" she said in a small sweet voice, though it did quaver a little. The warlord smiled warmly at the babes.
"Well, hello you all, I'm Chillaxe, the commander of the biiig army out there." He said enthusiastically, spreading his paws wide to emphasize the word, 'big', acting as if he was a babe himself. This got their attention, and they leaned forward eagerly.
"Army?" They questioned. What fun they could have with one of those!
Rowan even peeked out the tent to get a good look, what a dumb idle lot they were! He quickly whispered it to his friends, then they started to plan out what tricks they could pull on the horde. A knowing light passed through the eerie yellow eyes of the wolf. This will not only keep them occupied, but it will help his horde to stay alert at all times. Things were going better than planned. Ashbreeze, the nominated ringleader, stepped forth and looked at the big wolf. With a big battle axe in his belt and twin swords across his back, he cut a fearsome figure. But the squirrel shrugged it off, after all, mister Chillaxe wouldn't hurt him, he's nice. (Ah, the young minded…)
"Can we go outta doors an' play?" He asked in a bored tone.
"Of course, but don't leave the camp's perimeter!" he added as they rushed out to wreak havoc among the crowd.
Later that evening showed four babes, covered in mud, playing with a ferret that wasn't much cleaner. This came about from them happening to run upon Threefang while escaping the wrath of a stoat whose tail they had caught on fire. Thus, they ran and used the excuse that they were playing hide and seek with the first vermin that would agree to their game.
Threefang was the average soldier –no special weapons, or outstanding marks– just himself and the clothes on his back, along with a cutlass he had taken off a fallen comrade. However, he did like to have fun, and he also found himself enjoying the company of the abbey babes who didn't even seem to care that he was a vermin.
At that point in time, the ferret was hiding behind a large brush, while the male twin was searching for the rest of them. Suddenly he felt an added weight on his back and a small arm trying to envelop his neck in a headlock, something that he had taught the young ones to do upon finding an enemy, or in this case, the hider.
"I finda you mista F'eefang!" The squirrel said in his ear, "Now you helpa me fin' the of'ers!" and took off dragging the ferret by his trouser leg.
"Alright me matey, yer got me an' I'll help ye wid findin' the others."
It didn't take too long to find the little mouse curled up at the base of a tree, fast asleep. Threefang noted the location of where she was and would pick her up on the way back to camp.
Contrary to what the vermin thought, it took quite a while to find the two remaining squirrels, for they had more hiding options: they could climb trees. So while Rowan scanned the tree tops, he trotted through the woodland floor. After a while they finally found the two squirrels drowsily making their way back to camp, after a long day of running and hiding. Willingly, Threefang carried them, adding the mouse to his bundle as they made their way back to the camp, where he knew that his lord would be waiting for him.
And indeed he was; it was time to move before they were found out by the abbey beasts. It was time to go south, where he would stay awhile while the young ones grew until he could use them against the very place he got them from, to destroy the otters in Redwall abbey. He could care less about the other beasts.
Mutterings and whispered conversations filled the dining hall until the mighty badger lord banged on the table for order.
"Silence please!" he called.
"No need to be so bloomin' loud, old badgerthing!" Krump said sulkily, lowering his ears dramatically.
Commander Ratbane shushed a group of young warriors, including the blue-eyed Skyborne.
"Thank you. I know you all have heard of the imminent threat of searats. This is my plan of defense..."
For the next several hours, Sunstripe elaborated on his plan. Skyborne waited eagerly for his name to be called, but his father hardly glanced in his direction, except to look at one of Skyborne's hopeful companions and assign him to a battalion.
The number of papers left was dwindling, and the hares whose names had not yet been called were fervently hoping to be put on the battlefield, and not as a part of the mountain guard.
Finally, Sunstripe put down his last piece of paper.
"Everyone should have an assignment by now, so get busy!"
Skyborne stood up, confused, and left his young friends to run after his father who was already heading for the stairs.
"Wait!" he called over the cacophony of voices.
Sunstripe turned and Skyborne met him at the foot of the stairs.
"You didn't give me an assignment, father," Skyborne said.
"Oh, didn't I?" Sunstripe yawned. "I want you to help Moge organize the guard at the mountain."
"What?" yelled Skyborne, attracting the attention of a group of anxiously planning commanders passing them.
Sunstripe looked at them apologetically but put his attention back to Skyborne as the irate young badger continued.
"Why can't I go into battle, father? I know how to fight!"
"You're too young--"
"Father! Leverets my age are going to the front lines!"
"They're only going because they have expressed a strong desire to, and their parents have agreed. You're only thirteen, Sky!"
"Almost fourteen!" Skyborne corrected. "Please let me go! I can do it! I can help!"
"No, Skyborne! I need you here; I trust you to help Moge organize the guard. What if they try a sneak attack?"
"You're just trying to get me out of the way!" Skyborne said hotly.
"I will hear no more of this, Sky!" Sunstripe said wearily. "You are going to stay in the mountain and help Moge organize the guard."
Sunstripe cut off all further argument by turning around and walking up the steps, leaving Skyborne fuming.
"D'somebody say m'name?" Moge appeared from the doorway of the dining hall and peered around. "Ah, hello young master Skyborne! I heard you're to help me with the guard, wot!"
Skyborne grunted.
"C'mon, old chap! It's not that bad! It's not everyday your old pater puts a young 'un in charge of the whole blinkin' mountain!"
Skyborne ignored him and made his way down the corridors, towards his room. Moge scratched his cheek with the tip of his ear and stared after him.
"Youn 'uns these days," he said to himself. "He'll come 'round."
Yay! Done! Alright guys, review, please!
yay! a drunk Moge, jk, that's just the impression I got, and.. well... that's just me.. I hope... so yeah, PLEASE REVIEW! it makes me have a warm tingly feeling in my stomache , and the added side affect that it makes me write more when you leave long reviews,--hint hint--