User blog:Skywindredkite/The Death of the Warrior

Prologue Sadness filled the great stone abbey of Redwall, though it was a beautiful late summer day. It was present in the eyes of every creature dwelling there. Redwall's beloved warrior mouse was breathing his last....

Chapter 1

Gonff kneeled next to the bed of the dying mouse. Once a beast of great vitality and strength, Martin now seemed small and gray. " My dear Columbine, how is my matey? He will be fine, won't he? He will. A passing illness can't defeat a strong chap like our Martin."

Columbine turned to her graying Mousethief, her gentle expression giving him a sad reply. A tear fell from Gonff's eye.

" Oh don't cry for me, o pincher of pies" Martin gave him a feeble smile. " I'll cry for whatever I choose, old serious whiskers!" Gonff chuckled slightly