User blog:Sandingomm the Wildcat/Sandflower's Tale

Prolouge
Sandflower the young wildcat looked out her window. Snowflakes twirled down like feathers of a great white bird. The white powder blanketed her home. Sandflower watched the snow flurries, wondering if it would keep coming until their farm house was completely covered.

Sandflower's mother, Lady Felisa, came into the room. In her paws she carried a fresh baked loaf of bread with chopped nuts and fruit. Felisa always baked the most wonderful food. She would make scones, pies, turnovers, tarts, breads, pastries, cakes, and so many other delicious things. Every time the Redwallers were having a feast, Sandflower's family would always come, and Felisa would bring her baked goods. They all sat at the table and there was great celebrating. Sandflower's father, Silvestren, often teased her about becoming a Redwall cook. He was a strong wildcat, yet gentle and a wonderful father. Silvestren's strength had come from work on their farm in Mossflower Woods. Sandflower and her brother, Forestelm, often helped their parents with the farming. Unlike some other wildcats who had frequented Mossflower country, Sandflower's family was peaceful and good. "Sandflower, go call Silvestren and Forestelm. Tell them that we are going to Redwall Abbey!"

Chapter One
At Redwall Abbey, there was another great summer feast. Moles and mice, hedgehogs and hares, owls and otters, squirrels and shrews, there were so many friends! There was also great feasting as well. A hare named Bellpaw, with several small bells jingling from his sleeves, was challenging Skipper of Otters to see who could eat down the most hotroot soup. Bellpaw dished up a bowl of the fiery soup and proclaimed rather noisily, "Oh, Skip, I absojollylutely think I can scoff down more of that soup than you can, wot!" Skipper merely grinned. "It's pretty, hot, Bellpaw. I don't think you should-" Skipper was broken off by Bellpaw bounding out of his chair, clutching his throat. "Aaaahhh! I'm burning up! My throat's on fire!" The hare grabbed a pitcher of iced tea and poured it down his throat. Skipper laughed goodnaturedly. "Well, Bellpaw, that's a lesson for you."

A group of Dibbuns was playing over in the corner, eating candied chestnuts a young hedgehog, Spikewell, was giving to them. "I got these from the Badgermum!" he proclaimed. "Come on and let's feast!" Suddenly Melanie, the Badger Mother of Redwall, looked and saw them. "Come on, Spikewell," she said. "You know you have to ask before taking my candied chestnuts." "I'm sorry," said Spikewell. "I wanted to share them with my friends!" "Spikewell, you can share the rest of your chestnuts. But remember to ask next time." "I promise, Badgermum!"

After that incident had been taken care of, there were newcomers to the feast. A kindly family of cats sat down at the table. Lady Felisa, the mother, brought in her fresh-baked tarts, talking with Melanie. The father, Silverstren, sat at the table, with Forestelm and Sandflower.

Silverstren spoke with Abbot Timothy, an old squirrel. "Good Timothy, we are newcomers to Mossflower, peaceful farmers. We just settled in our farmhouse. We would like to be your friends. This is my son, Forestelm. This is my daughter, Sandflower." The old squirrel smiled. "Friends are always welcome to our Abbey!"