User blog:Frentiza the ferret/Slitbane

So after Meeka made the Klitchette thingy on the Redwall Wars Wikia, I found my Klitchette's story so intruiging that I decided to make a fanfic out of it. It's sort of like a companion to The Bellmaker and Salamandastron, and I'm letting other users in this, so sign on my user page if you want to be in it. Thanks, and I hope you like!

Prologue
Across the perpetually turbulent depths of the Great Northern Sea, screaming gales and icy waters thrashed and pummeled the only three vessels to ever cross the violent expanse of water. Heading south from the land Land of Ice and Snow the ships, commandeered by a foxwolf and his mate, along with a crew of around five hundred rats, were aiming for warmer regions than the frozen land they had known all their lives. Some of the crew were ill and disenheartened by the perilous voyage, but knowing the ruthlessness of their leader no one had dared raise a dispute about it.

Below the decks of the head vessel, on piles of sodden straw, a small group of ermine stowaways lay groaning every time the ship lurched or was hit by a wave. One of them, a sturdy male, picked himself up and staggered groggily to his mate, who sat nursing their newborn babe. The mate turned her tired blue eyes upon him, then spoke in a hoarse whisper.

"I doubt we'll last through this trip, Skye. We've dealt with enough hardships on that wasteland, we didn't need to face a greater peril like this wretched sea."

Skye sighed and ruffled his mate's headfur. "Don't say that, Althyana. Think about it; warmer climes, abundant greens, clear skies...it would be a wonderful place to grow out our seasons, far away from ole Urgan and his mate, that vixen Silver something or other.  Wouldn't ye think so?"

Althyana didn't reply, she looked down at her suckling babe then back up at Skye. She closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm too tired to go further." she moaned.

Skye wouldn't give in to this. "Nonsense, Althyana. Think of the babe, growing up in a better place than where we came from."

Althyana slowly opened her eyes, then gazed at the bundle in her arms. "Little Storm, would I go on for you?" she thought. "Will this voyage be worth it all?"

Not waiting for an answer from her inner voices, she yawned and rested her head on Skye's lap. Within minutes she was asleep.

And the eternal storm continued to rage outside, pushing the ships onward towards seemingly warmer climes.