User blog:Wolf985/Mina Silvermist

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From the journal of Sister Churk, Otter recorder of Redwall Abbey.

"Today marks the first day of summer, And what a beautiful day it is! The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and everybeast is in a cheery mood, well except brother Marcus. That mouse is never happy. Anyways, the Abbott has planned a large feast in celebration of the new season for this evening. I can't wait to sample all of the delicious dishes that are to be prepared. Uh oh, here comes trouble. My brother's son Garth is climbing the wallsteps towards me. I'll write later, maybe."

Churk shut her book and set it beside her along with her quill and ink just as Garth made it up to the battlements. "Hey Auntie what're ya doin?" He asked.

"I was writing you young rogue. Wow you really need to stop growing Garth. You're taller than I am, and just look at that habit. You're even to tall for that!" Churk said as she noticed that the young otter's habit came up to his knees.

Garth shrugged. "Can't 'elp it. Dad says I still 'ave a few more seasons 'o growth yet."

"Well at least go to the Abbott about a habit that fits. You would want to look nice for the feast tonight and for tomarrow."

"What's tomarrow?"

"Your seasonday silly. Don't tell me that you've forgotten how old you're going to be as well."

He shook his head. "No, I'm goin to be seventeen seasons."

Churk smiled at her nephew and stood up and put a paw on his shoulder. "I wish I were that young again. Those were good times."

Garth rolled his eyes. "Auntie i'll talk to you later. I 'ave to get back to the kitchens before dad finds out that I left."

Before he could leave Churk stood on tippaw and kissed his cheek. The young otter looked at her with disgust as he wiped a paw across the spot she had kissed. "Auntie! I'm to old for kisses." He said as he began to leave. Churk chuckled.

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Tak Warfang sat in his tent sipping wine as he awaited the return of his scouts. He had sent them to look for a better place to move his horde to. Somewhere with plenty of food and drink and plunder. They were currently located on a barren plane with next to nothing to eat. A ferret guard came into the tant and bowed in front of the warlord. "What is it Slatenose?" He asked casually.

"My Lord the scouts have returned."

"Send them in."

The guard saluted the warlord and went to fetch the two scouts. Two weasles came into the tent and bowed to the warlord. "Don't waste time bowwing to me. Speak!"

The first scout a female weasle with dark brown fur went first. "Lord, There's a big forest about five days away from here."

Tak nodded to the second scout, A male weasle named warin. "It 'as lots 'o vittles Lord. Plenny for everybeast. It's nice and cool there too with shady trees."

Tak Warfang liked the sound of this place. "Good work you two. Make sure you get extra rations tonight."

"Yes my Lord." They said in unison.

"Leave me and send Morgran in."

Morgran was a stoat just like the warlord. He was also Tak's second in command. "You wished to see me lord?"

"Yes, I want you to make sure the horde is ready to move. Tomarrow we start our journey to this big forest that Thorn and Warin told me about. I has to be better than this desolate place."

"Yes sir."

The overweight stoat turned to leave. "Also Morgran, When we get there i'm going to need slaves. It shouldn't be hard to find a few woodlanders."

"Aye lord, those country bumpkins won't know what 'it 'em."

"Leave me Morgran."

He saluted and left.