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my computer won't let me put it on could you do it for me? the second chapter's title is "Intuition"

Findo leaned casually on the crude battlements, his eyes half closed, and his chin cupped in his paw. He was extremely bored. Watching wall-tops sucked mud. He groaned and stretched, letting out a yawn. He was the second best fighter in the whole fort, and the only respect he got was from the sniveling underlings below the captains and of course, Lord Badrang. “Wake up sleepyhead.” Someone tapped Findo lightly on the head with the butt of a pole. Findo rubbed his head exaggeratedly. “Ow! Ralken, take it easy, my heads only so thick.” He grinned and looked up at the ginger and white furred stoat that stood cooly behind him, a spear rested on his shoulder. Ralken was the son of Badrang and an unknown stoat maiden. Badrang had shown up at fort marshank with the tiny bundle that was his son in his arms. The horde hadn’t dared ask what happened. The only thing they had needed to know was that they were to treat the little toddler with respect or Badrang would know the reason why. At least that’s what Ralken had told Findo. Findo had shown up fifteen seasons later, a young weasel with a bloody bandage on his cheek. When it had been removed three huge deep slash scars had been revealed on his cheek, and Findo didn’t speak of how he got them or wear he was from. However, he had become very popular do to his laid back and fun loving personality. “Don’t worry. I can’t damage your head any more than it already is.” Ralken growled darkly, bonking his best friend on the head again a little bit harder. “anyway. That ships getting closer. Recognize the sail?” Findo raised an eyebrow. “Yeah. Clogg wasn’t it?” “Tramun Clogg, actually.” Ralken ran a paw through his rough orange head fur. “So… wanna place a bet?” Findo grinned wolfishly and rotated to face Ralken. “On what?” “Juni and Skalrags baby.” Ralken purred. Findo raised both eyebrows. “What do you mean?” “Aw come on.” Ralken purred. “Everyone except you and Skalrag himself must know by now. She’s starting to show.” “What do you want to bet about then?” Findo smirked. “If she’s already showing we don’t need to bet on whether there’s going to be a mini Skalrag running about.” “You’re stupid.” Ralken stared at the ship. “I’m saying we should bet on whether it’s going to be a mini Skalrag or a mini Juni.” “Mini Skal definatly.” Findo grinned. “I’m glad to know you boys are doing something productive.” A high pitched voice sounded from behind. Ralken and Findo let out identical “eeps” and tensed. They both turned stiffly and saluted. Skalrag stood with his arms crossed, and a scowl on his face. “I’d appreciate if you two let me keep my private life with my mate private, if you get the drift.” “Sorry Skal.” Findo beamed. “but you have to admit, a little skalrag would be cute.” He laughed at the confused look on Skalrags face, before Skalrag cuffed him across the head. Ralken was watching the ship, ignoring his companions. His ears perked up. “Hey. Better warm dad. Their coming onshore.” He suddenly let out a little noise. Findo turned to stare at him. “What’s going on?” he blinked. Ralken was holding a paw to his mouth and there was a blush on his face. “Ralken?” Findo perked his ears. Skalrag grinned and leaned over the battlements. “Hey, Ral. You’re first kiss is back.” “Shut up.” Ralken whirled around and stamped down the ladder. “I’m gonna tell dad.” “First kiss?” Findo glanced at Skalrag. “See that tiny little stoat in the striped shirt? She gave Ralken his first kiss.” Skalrag winked. “Of course, she was only six seasons and he was twelve. But it’s still a first kiss. Ralken got teased like hell gates afterward. It’s kind of hard to forget.” Findo grinned. Both he and Ralken were twenty one seasons now. Skalrag was twenty six seasons, and his mate, Juni was seventeen. The four of them were close friends, and now they had the addition of Alya, the ermine healer, who had joined marshank a couple of seasons ago. She was blind, but clever, and Findo knew ralken had a crush on her. So did Skalrag. Juni was oblivious. Findo stared at the little stoat maiden. “Hey, she’s adorable.” He grinned and rubbed his chin. “I wouldn’t have minded having my first kiss from someone like that.” Skalrag grabbed Findo’s ears and pulled his friends head down. “Don’t think about it. That’s Clogg’s daughter, Ral and aqua’s cousin, and Badrang’s neice. you’ll be in deep trouble if you make some sort of creepy pass. Got it?” “You jerks can’t take a joke.” Findo grinned and hopped down, ignoring the ladder Skalrag climbed after him.

“Well burn me bilgers! Cap’n Tramun clogg! How are ye, ye old wavedog?” Badrangs voice rang into Elonwyn’s ears. She remembered now. His voice had scared her so much as a dibbun. She wandered away from the group of corsairs and horde-beasts, staring up in wide eyes wonder at the high walls. Everyone around here was giant compared to her. She hugged her satchel to her chest. Without warning she bumped into something solid. She blinked and looked up. She let out a squeak and jumped back. A tall, mahogany colored weasel with a black throat and underbelly stared down at her with a small surprised smile. The three deep scars on his left cheek caught her gaze more than anything else. His red headfur had black and blonde highlights, and his eyes were such a dark blue, like the sea before a storm. Elonwyn swallowed and stared around, looking for help. A few spare horde-beasts were watching with looks of cold amusement. She let out an involuntary whimper. “Hey.” The weasel grinned at her. He was three times her size in height, and he had muscles. Sinewy, hard, muscles. He put a paw on her head. “Aren’t you… kind of short?” Elonwyn felt her whole face grow warm. The horde-beasts around them laughed uproariously. The red furred weasel leaned down so he was face to face with her, but he still loomed over her. “She’s so tiny!” “And he’s so tall!” “They look so weird!” The others around them were whooping it up, and the weasel grinned at her. Though the grin was supposed to be friendly, it felt more like a creepy leer to Lonny. “You’re cute.” He winked at her. Lonny trembled all over. She had never had any sort of contact with anyone, especially guys, and she was terrified. “I’m sorry!” she gasped, and bowed quickly. “I n-need- to find- “Findo!” a paw clutched Elonwyn’s shoulder. “Stop harassing my cousin.” Lonny turned around to see a white and ginger stoat glowering down at the red furred weasel. Lonny’s eyes widened. He was familiar. Somehow. “Hey come on Ralken.” Findo stood up. “You can’t get jealous now, I haven’t had a chance with any of the pretty girls, and you’re always getting to them first.” He grinned cheekily at Ralken. Elonwyn felt tears sting her eyes. ‘’He’s saying I’m not pretty.’’ She blinked them away. “Shut up idiot.” Ralken rolled his eyes. He leaned down and smiled at Lonny. “Hey, he’s just a jerk. Don’t take him personally. Don’t know if you remember, but I’m you’re older cousin, Ralken. You’ve got another cousin who lives here too. Want to meet her?” Elonwyn nodded up at him. ‘’I do remember you Mr. Ralken.’’ The words formed in her mind, but she couldn’t speak them. She remembered how when she was little she’d meant to give him a goodbye kiss on the cheek before she left with her father and his crew, but he had turned his head suddenly and she had kissed him on the mouth instead. She’d spent the rest of the time hiding behind her mother’s skirts. She gave a weak little smile. He smiled back. A silent agreement had passed between them both. “Come on.” ralekn took her paw and gently pulled her along. “There are some girls I know who I bet will really like you Lonny.” Lonny blinked. She hadn’t been called Lonny in a long time by anyone besides her father. She followed Ralken, who was taking her to a small tent at the south wall. “So, how old are you now?” Ralken looked down at her. “I’m… fifteen…” Lonny whispered. “You look younger, somehow.” Ralken stared at her as he pulled the tent flap back. Elonwyn nodded, embarrassed as she realized the feeling of her cousins paw in her hand. She had always liked him, she remembered that now. He had been her protective older brother. But it had been nine whole seasons since they had last seen each other, and the both of them felt awkward. She knew she felt that way, and she could sense his embarrassment. “Ralken?” Lonny tore her gaze from her older cousin. A fox and a stoat sat on a wooden table, while a pretty ermine wiped her paws with a wet rag. “Hey, Alya.” Ralken kept his paw intertwined with Lonny’s. Lonny stared fearfully around at the other girls. She then saw the ermines eyes were blind. She let out a tiny gasp. Alya gave her a smile. “Yeah, scary ermine with gooey looking eyes right?” Elonwyn shook her head vigorously, blushing. Alya laughed. “It’s alright for you to be intimidated.” She turned her face in Ralken’s direction. “I was checking on Juni. She’s been throwing up more than she should.” Juni looked at her foot paws. “What’s going on out there?” Loud yells exploded from outside. The girl stoat laughed. “You need to ask?” “ralken.” Juni looked up. “Why are you holding hands with that little stoat?” “Oh, yeah.” Ralken glanced down at Elonwyn. “This is Lonny, my cousin. And yours Aqua. Oh, and I had to rescue her from Findo the wonder weasel.” Elonwyn untangled her paw from Ralkens and stepped outside the tent. The tent was stuffy and she felt scared by all the new people inside. She saw a flash on mahogany fur and hid behind a group of logs and peeked out. That red weasel called Findo was talking to a blue furred ferret with a white stripe down his back. A tall fox stood beside them with his arms crossed. She stared. That weasel… was so tall. He turned slightly and their eyes locked. Elonwyn hugged herself and let out a whimper. He was so… creepy. He was even grinning at her right now. And waving. “Hey.” Lonny jumped and turned. The pretty stoat was smiling at her. “So, we’re cousins. I’m Aquastar. What’s your name?” Elonwyn tried to stammer out a reply. Aquastar laughed. “It’s alright. We’re going to be great friends!”

Clogg walked ahead of his crew, grumbling to himself about his humiliation with Badrang. Then he stopped, causing Crosstooth to bump into him. “What is it cap’n?” “Where’s Elonwyn?!”