Kin of Klavis--Chapter 7 by SpiderMilkshake, literature
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Kin of Klavis--Chapter 7
Kin of Klavis -7- Winter’s Beginning Behind the warband had come a smaller tracking party to lead a number of elders and crafting beasts of the tribe to where they may be needed in the aftermath of a skirmish, and at their head strode Uark and his aunt the wise Elder Moonbine. Moonbine was smaller still than Uark, but had insisted on coming at the lead—as both her grown youngsters were alongside Mogja on his mission. She was cloaked in a short mantle dyed dull blue and bright green, woolen to keep out the chill along with the similar dark leg wraps. Around her eyes were a streak of blue and green ceremony paints—signifying her status as a healer to any she came across who had lost power of speech from their injuries. As she hurried along, Uark whimpered in her wake, clutching a pack of her curatives and supplies as well as a quarterstaff he was ill-suited to using. Behind them were a score of fellow Bloodmarks—no warriors, mostly healers and a handful of
Kin of Klavis--Chapter 6 by SpiderMilkshake, literature
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Kin of Klavis--Chapter 6
Kin of Klavis -6- In the Ashes Chaos reigned in the north end. When the Tatufola warband pelted forward, Dankwood and his fugitive band took a second of panicked indecision before the weasel made a bolt back eastward and across town. His hope had been to lead his creatures to the twining pathways to duck and weave, disappearing to his pursuers and able to make a new break for the woods. But as the weasel and two frontrunners came around the smoldering side of the Withersfield House they came face-to-face with the town guard’s charge. “Out of my way!” Dankwood was chilled to the bone with dread, but was as courageous and war-like as any true-hearted Bloodmark. His red-stained sword whipped in a figure eight before him, scattering aside three javelineer squirrels and slashing a hedgehog across the headspikes, forcing the hefty beast to drop back, clutching his face to staunch the bleeding. With a wild yell, half-desperate and half-bloodthirsty, Dankwood’s
Kin of Klavis--Chapter 5 by SpiderMilkshake, literature
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Kin of Klavis--Chapter 5
Kin of Klavis -5- Bleeding and Smoking Dankwood paused in his circle around the smoldering ruin of a cottage, his neck stiffening as he recognized the Greenstone squirrel battlecry. He darted back into the smoke after fleeting, purposeful shapes, catching the attention of stoats and ferrets with hollers and slaps on the backs of their arms. “That’s enough! Their fighters come—they are charging in. Quickly now, follow my lead.” The weasel sheathed his sword for a moment to avoid its bright blade giving away his location. Crouching lower, he scuttled through the dancing shadows cast by firelight, making his way towards the eastern edge of the town and circling north with a train of a dozen of his followers behind him. Faraf, the stoat, was not far in line behind the weasel traitor. Once Dankwood had slowed up and began pressing himself to an undamaged cottage’s far wall to peer ahead for signs of the woodlanders about, the stoat
Kin of Klavis--Chapter 4 by SpiderMilkshake, literature
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Kin of Klavis--Chapter 4
Kin of Klavis -4- White-Furred Phoenix The stoat called Faraf held up a paw to the breeze, wetted with melting snows. The wind had stilled, and the day grew warm, destroying the white-gray coating beneath the feet of the small band of rogue creatures. With a frown Faraf eyed the back of their tumultuous leader; he trudged rapidly ahead, making slush and slick leaves fly from under his paws, darting like he was seized with the spirit of mission. The stoat had doubts, and the melting snow was heating them up. Their pawmarks were so easy to follow in these conditions—surely Chief Mogja’s warriors would be following them soon. Most of the creatures that had elected to come along with Dankwood were young, adventurous, inexperienced. Fired with anger and jaded by the pinprick after pinprick of oppression in this world. The only lives they had taken had been those of insect, fish, fowl and the odd frog or vole, and that for hunting and without cruel, dishonorable methods.
Inward: Highlands (Part 1) by PhilattheGame, literature
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Inward: Highlands (Part 1)
Millan’s claws clicked on the hard floor as he quickly scampered across the entrance of the Ancients building. He held his offering tight to his chest, as he nervously looked around. Cautiously he knocked on the huge, old, metal door. The temple of the Ancients was where the leaders of squirrel clans met and received words of wisdom from the Keepers. Once a week the clans would bring food and other offerings to give to the Keepers. Today was the Redtails turn. Millan had been chosen to deliver the Redtail’s normal offering. As he waited to be acknowledged he looked at the building.
His elders had told him and the other
Path to Redwall - Chapter 7 by DCLeadboot, literature
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Path to Redwall - Chapter 7
The five hulking rats surrounded Matthias, Danbuster and Alex, menacing them with their weapons; rusty knives, battleworn spears and crude looking clubs. One of the rats, the big fat rat, who was clearly in charge of the group, gloated loudly, flashing a toothy snarl.
He boasted: “Another three prisoners, eh? The chief WILL be pleased, won’t he. I will surely get promotion.”
“’Ere, what about us lot?” scowled another rat.
“Yeah, why should YOU get all the credit, Scarnose?”
Seeing the three rats bickering, Matthias took advantage of their inattention. Quickly shrugging the Sword of Martin fr
Path to Redwall - Chapter 6 by DCLeadboot, literature
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Path to Redwall - Chapter 6
After so much excitement, somehow crammed into the space of just one day, Danbuster and Alex were completely exhausted. Yawning softly to themselves, they now realised they had a new issue to worry about. With one thing and another, sleeping arrangements had still yet to be worked out for both of them. In fact, Alex was even considering just sleeping on the grass somewhere outside, when Skipper of the otters came to offer up a better solution.
“Come on, matey! I’m sure we’ll fix ye up with a berth. We can sling an ’ammock somewhere. That’ll work mighty fine for you.”
Alex was puzzled by the offer, he was
Path to Redwall - Chapter 5 by DCLeadboot, literature
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Path to Redwall - Chapter 5
Safely back at Redwall Abbey, Matthias and those who were with him quickly assembled an emergency council with the Abbot, Mordalfus as well as the Abbey Elders. None of the younger Redwallers were familiar with Cluny the Scourge, except as a horror-story to keep them on their best behaviour, but the older generation well remembered the threat of the despicable warlord. After all, they themselves had lived through those dark days and borne firstpaw witness to evil rat’s cruelty. Well he earned his terrible nickname: The Scourge!
Danbuster and Alex wanted to lend their own experience, having read the books or seen the animated series, bu
Path to Redwall - Chapter 4 by DCLeadboot, literature
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Path to Redwall - Chapter 4
After a long anxious wait, Abbot Mordalfus finally rang a little bell to call everybeast to order. Friar Hugo was just about ready to present their culinary dishes, both old and new.
“Ladies and gentlebeasts? Your attention, please!” called Friar Hugo. “Can we have some quiet?”
The swell of conversation wafting around the kitchens and in Cavern Hole itself was slowly reduced to a respectful silence as every eye turned to look at Friar Hugo.
“Ah, thank the seasons for that. We can get on with it now! Alex? Would you care to bring in your grayling… pie-thingy…? You too Danbuster, let us all see your
Path to Redwall - Chapter 3 by DCLeadboot, literature
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Path to Redwall - Chapter 3
Fastening his sporran to his brass belt, Danbuster felt much like his old self again, as he strolled out into the grounds of Redwall Abbey. Now that he had the run of the place, he felt like exploring on his own.
He had not walked too far before he was greeted by the sight of Alex in the company of the otter crew, wearing his new swashbuckling attire. If not for the glasses, raccoon facial mask and his striped tail, Dan would surely have mistaken him for a silvery-coloured otter!
Alex was yammering away with Skipper and his crew like they were old friends, discussing various brands of extra-hot pepper that Alex had been exposed to. Just th