Good gravy! It's been absoballylutely ages since we've updated. And I know, you guys keep hoping we'll LEAVE instead of pretending to, but we can't help it. Now That I've dragged PH up from the grave, (and it's a good day for that too! Happy Easter!) or, rather, Eulalia has, we're back in business. Yell at her. I've written this story through to the end.

Ok.. yeah.. this is horrid, it's been like... half a bally year since we updated last. so sorry!! I had to clear my computer and my brother lost the coard to the exteral hardrive that I put it on , so I just didn't wanna rewrite it.. and now got inspired to srite by Eulalia.. which reminded me that I was writing a Redwall story.. lol

"Ceesee!" Flibb cried, running up to Cecelia with a crowd of dibbuns who all began tugging excitedly on her apron.

"Come on!"

"There's somebeast knockin' onna biggate!"

"Urmheehee, he's gurtly rightened, sez oi," chipped in the deep voiced molebabe, Gurtum.

"NOKKA-NOKKA-NOKKA!" shrieked a band of tiny squirrels.

"Alright, hush now, let's go see," Cecelia said, allowing them to pull her to the gate just as it was being opened.

Two badgers and an otter slowly walked in, looking with wonder at the inside of the Abbey.

"Welcome, welcome to Redwall Abbey, mates!" Skipper said heartily, clapping the otter on the back and shaking the two badgers' paws enthusiastically.

"Welcome, goodbeasts," Bryony said in a measured voice, extending her paw delicately to the the travelers who shook it solemnly. "It has been a long while since a badger has visited our humble Abbey."

The dibbuns hung back behind Cecelia, eyes wide at the badger's immense size, except for Tragg who stood boldly in front of her, as if he would defend her from attack.

The female spotted the dibbuns and laughed, setting her pack down.

"It's alright, children!" she called. "This big lug won't bite, and neither will I!"

"Go on, make our guests feel at home," Cecelia urged.

They began to walk toward the small party, gaining speed and confidence as they neared the path. By the time they reached the trio, they were in a full run and scampered all over the unfortunate three in their stampede to be the first to reach them.

"Hiya mister bigthing, I'm—"

"Gurtly pleased teh meet'n yer akwaintinse, miz—"

"Don't lissen ta him he's just brag—"

"Children, children! Let them breathe!" Bryony said through her laughter.

Cecelia was also laughing loudly as she listened to so,me of the questions they were asking between introductions.

"What's your name?"

"Oh I'm Fe—"

"Notta you, buggerybelly! Him!"

"What are you, anyway?"

"Where'd you comin' from?"

"Are you hungry?"

"YES!" came the unanimous roar, which sent all the dibbuns tumbling away in fright.

"Yer jus' in time!" Annalee declared happily, seizing the female's paw. "It's SCOFFIN' TIME!"

The dibbuns picked up on the nonesense song Peter had composed earlier that day and belted it out happily as they flooded into the dining hall.

"Scoffin' scoffin', stop yer ploffin'

Is anyone who stilla snoffin'?

TIME FOR SCOFF!

Bigga ones, oldey ones,

Cleana ones, ruley ones,

Move outta waya dibbuns, it's

TIME FOR SCOFF!"

That night the trio ate the most delicious food they had tasted in their entire lives. Reclining on their chairs with swollen bellies, small talk began to break out.

"Where are you all from?" Bryony asked.

"Glaybo and I are from Southsward and Chrysan is from southern Mossflower."

"What brings your delightful company to our Abbey?" Clar asked.

"I – we actually came to warn you of a great – danger," Skyborne said with hesitation, not wanting to spoil the happy mood.

"What danger?" Bryony asked, furrowing her brows. "Surely we are safe from danger inside Redwall."

"I don't think so," Skyborne said. "A wolf is roaming the land with a vast army of vermin."

The table slowly began to quiet as attentions were turned to Skyborne's message.

"He has an insatiable thirst for the blood of otters."

He paused as images of his clan, tortured and dead, streamed before his mind's eye.

"They killed out otter clan," Glaybo continued. "Down to the last drooling child and decrepit grandmother. Dead. All of them. Without reason or cause."

"And we're not the only ones," Skyborne said, picking up where Glaybo left off. "In our travels we passed two other clans; they were all dead."

The eyes of the table at large were upon them, wide with horror. Tragg stayed the paws of Peter and Annalee who were still eating, unbothered by the news.

"Hush, stop eatin' while he talks," he whispered.

Annalee stuck her tongue out, but set down her silverware.

"We need your help if we are to defeat him, Abbess," Chrysan said, adding her voice to the first time. "He must be stopped, or he will kill all the otters in Mossflower, and anybeast who stands in his way."

"Skipper, what do you say?" Bryony said turning to the otter. "I am not versed in warfare, as you are."

Skipper leapt on top of the table, eyes flashing. " I say yes! Who will come with me?"

A chorus of otters joined in a shout, along with a few squirrels and hedgehogs. Skipper turned to Skyborne and Glaybo.

"Your clan shall be avenged!"

It had been half a season already since the four youngsters invaded Redwall, and they were blending in well. They allowed themselves to enjoy their stay, especially the food and company, but never forgot their original intentions. It seemed, though, that Lacie had started to open up more and more to the Mother Abbess, which un-nerved the rest of them greatly. If there was anyone in their squad whom they had doubts or questions about, it was the mouse. She always had held a weak countenance and warped sense of justice, so now she easily opened to her enemies because they were kind to her.

It was late when Tragg finally got around to going to sleep, even if he was ushered to bed a long time ago by Sister Cecilia. He had spent the time thinking through their plans: when they next were going to meet up with Chillaxe and give him updates, and finally, when they were going to launch the attack. This excited him the most; he loved a good fight. The feel of parrying strokes with another beast of a similar skill was addicting to the dark one. This is why he thrived on the sudden occasions of being allowed to fight with the mighty wolf, because of the warlord's superior skill to his own.

When he had drifted off, his dreams became cloudy. In them he was wandering around aimlessly, wondering where he was. When suddenly, through the smoke, a light pushed the fog back and away, revealing the great tapestry in the great hall of Redwall. On the tapestry, he watched as an armor clad mouse silently stepped out of the picture and walked towards him, carrying a brilliant sword. The warrior warned him in a calm, yet serious voice.

The wolf's intentions,

Are not well based.

He might be persuasive,

But he's also two-faced.

Then, abruptly, he vanished with the only trace being the picture on the tapestry. When Tragg woke up in the morning, he recalled nothing from the strange dream.

Rapp gratefully sat down next to a large tree while the horde was privileged a rest. His footpaw was chained to the tree, so the vermin wouldn't have to worry about him getting away. Looking around, he searched for suitable materials. Luckily, the tree he sat at had large leaves, perfect for messages. He grabbed one and looked around for something to write with. Finding nothing, he shrugged and pricked his finger and dipped his nail in it, using that as a writing utensil. He eventually scratched out a warning message about what was happening, and a request to gather up otter tribes to help against the siege. He didn't, however, write the locations of these tribes, for fear that one of the hordebeasts would find it. When he finished, he wrapped it up and tied it with a blade of grass and licked his finger clean. Now he just had to wait for suitable cover to leave and give it to somebeast.

It was the next night that this such opportunity arose. It took a little while, but he finally got away from the camp and took off in another run to search for a friendly beast. Naturally the vermin camp was several hours away from the abbey, and that would be the first place they would search for him. So he angled and headed towards the great path, hoping to buy some time. Soon he stumbled across the camp of an unsuspecting otter traveler. Panting, he slowed to a stop and woke the beast. Jumping, the rover turned to Rapp in surprise, before he broke out into a grin.

"Rapp Galedeep! Ye' old sea walloper! Wot are you doin' in this place? I thought you had that place down south." Rapp smiled for a moment, before becoming completely serious.

"It's nice to see you, Matt, me matey, but I don't have time to laugh and reminisce. You know that nasty wolf, Otterbane? Well 'e's close by and waiting to siege the abbey. He's got a few spies in there now. But there's no time to waste. I'm lucky I found you, 'cause you know where the rest of the otters are. I need you to go and collect all the Mossflower tribes in this area and bring them to Redwall. I plan to meet you at the clearing located on the map on this leaf. There's more information in there too. So collect everyone, and meet there, and if I'm not there, march on to Redwall anyways. I have to go now though, you should leave soon too, so they don't find ya."

Matt caught on to the seriousness of the situation and nodded tensely.

"Alright mate, I'll be leavin' now then. Good luck and I 'ope to see you at that clearin'. I'll do me best." And he quickly gathered his stuff and took off. Rapp stayed and covered his tracks, glad to have gotten that taken care of, so now he started after the Abbey. However, as usual, the recovery gang from the horde was quick to act and ran into him before he could get anywhere.

Is anybody even reading this anymore? --depression-- If you are, please do say so and perk up my day. I'll give you a handful of Jolly Rancher jelly beans.

--puppy eyes-- please... let us know that someone's out there who cares for a procrastinator! thank you, and enjoy!!