User blog:John-E/A Murdress's Brat

Cormean the Murdress strode through the long, dry grass that they had pitched camp upon. Fixing her snoring sentry with a baleful eye, she focused her thoughts until they became a beam, into the heart of the vermin's mind. Pushing all her energy into this, she suddenly threw her head to one side, and the unfortunate sentry fell off the spear he had lent on. Ignoring the waking sentry, she strode regally on, on the outside, calm yet cunning, on the inside, her mind churned with desire. Desire for the Abbey they called Redwall. Desire for the unbeatable blade. Desire for a group of vermin that were not as lazy as the trees.

The white stoat strode onwards, kicking awake her crew. They were a motley gang, ferrets, weasels, rats, and even a fox. This particular fox, however, stood half as tall again as a normal fox, and was the Murdress's bodyguard.