User blog:Kalm Treeblade/On Leave from Salamandastron

I frowned, staring down at the pitiful form sprawled out in front of me. A shrew, looking to be about 40 seasons old, was lying in front of me. A quiet stutter escaped the creature's mouth. I knelt down to assess the creature's injuries. A gaping wound, looking like it came from a spear thrust, showed against the shrew's grey fur. I leaned over to the creature and asked, "What happened?" "Vermin raiders," he gasped. "I can help you," I said, getting out my medical supplies, but his eyes had already clouded over. I closed them with my paw, covering his body with leaves. I set off in search of the vermin. I sat in a nearby tree and waited. And waited. And waited. My patience was rewarded when a rat and a weasel, both carrying spears, walked beneath my tree. I swiftly dropped down. The vermin were surprised by the ambush, but they recovered quickly. "Ya move fast, squirrel, but ye'll have to move faster to dodge this!" The rat and his companion both lunged forward with their spears...