User blog:BlackOtter/A Scholar's Rage part 3

CHAPTER 1

You recruits need to work on discipline some more! yelled Commander Stone, a middle aged mouse with a corpulent stomach and an eye patch.

Skor sighed. It had been half a season since he and Cassius had led the remainder of his tribe to the Freedom Brigade. Once the tribe had settled down they had been assimilated into the mass of refugees and travelers. However he and Cassius had joined the warriors and had become recruits training to join the ranks.

As the commander continued yelling Cassius leaned over. If he yells any more he'll blow up. he whispered.

Skor crouched slightly so he could hear his friend. He was a quite tall for an otter, with a muscular frame and golden eyes.

He rolled his eyes at his friend. Maybe, but he would have your hide if he heard you mate so try to be more respectful.

Cassius grunted and resumed staring ahead. He was a strongly built mouse with silvery fur that shone in the pale gloom.

Skor did the same, struggling not to laugh as the commander tripped and fell flat on his face.

Stone jumped up, growling as he heard a slight snigger from the ranks. Who laughed? he roared. Was it you or you? he pointed at a young squirrel, and then a badger.

When no one came forward he stopped. So nobody knows hmm? he asked coldly. Well since obviously you're all so innocent you can clean the mess hall!

All the recruits groaned. The mess hall was extremely messy after the warriors had thrown a party to celebrate after they had sent a robber band packing.

No complaining! Stone roared, Get to it NOW!

Muttering among themselves the recruits began the highly arduous task of cleaning the mess hall.

As they worked Cassius and Skor found time to talk about the commander.

I think ole Stonebottom can do this by himself! Cassius exclaimed as he mopped. He's just sore because it was funny when he fell on his face.

Skor wiped the sweat off of his face. Aye but he still has the power to make us do what he wants mate so let's just get it done. he said.

Cassius scowled but did not pursue the subject as they worked.

Finally the recruits were finished. Grimy, sweaty, tired, and hungry, but they were finished.

The commander came to inspect their work. As he scanned the mess hall he nodded approvingly. Good job, now get some scoff and some sleep, well be training harder than ever for the next half season!''

A hare raised his hand and asked. We've been training all bally season chaps, why do we need to train any flippin harder?

Stone glared at him. Because you all will soon be recruited and out into squadrons by the end of the season!

Gasps arose from the recruits. They had been training for a half season and soon they would finally achieve what they had been waiting for!

Alright now get some food and go to sleep! the commander said before walking out.

As the recruits ate scones with damson juice excited murmurs echoed across the room as talk about graduating began circulating.

As Skor and Cassius sat ate they were joined by Ash, a black squirrel who had just reached fourteen seasons.

Well do you think that sourface will finally let us join? Ash asked excitedly.

I hope so because although we're learning and getting stronger this training is driving me crazy! said Cassius.

Ha! Skor laughed, Some beasts would say you were crazy before we even got here!

As he and Ash laughed Cassius glared at them before he too collapsed into a fit of giggles.

Finally they all went to their hammocks.

As they walked towards their separate hammocks Cassius questioned Skor.

Do you really think we'll be finished after another half season mate? he asked curiously.

Skor yawned tiredly. I hope so, but we should just focus on improving whether he meant it or not. he yawned again.

Cassius chuckled. Better get to your hammock before your nose touches the ground. he joked.

Skor laughed before he and Cassius separated.

G'night.

Night