User blog:Hollyfire53/Extension of Bluestripe the Warrior- The Ending for Skip Rorc

''Okay, so I had so much fun with me fanfic about Bluestripe the Wild and got so attached to me version of Skip Rorc that I decided to do a little short-fanfic of his life. The summary is listed under the "Epilogue" of the Bluestripe story (Oi believe you'm has d'link al'eady, burr aye!), but there's nothin' wrong wi' extendin' it, wot?''

Prologue
"Lord Bluestripe, are you shore it's okay for me t'visit 'er?" Skipper Rorc Nightblade asked. He stood in the bedchamber of Lord Bluestripe the Wild in the mountain fortress of Salamandastron. Bluestripe turned around, his bulk nearly knocking a candle off his bedside table. The badger lord rolled his eyes. "Rorc, ye ole scalawag, ye haven' seen yore ole mudder since ye left 'er as a babe!" Rorc smiled. It's nice of him to speak my accent, even if 'e 'as grown int'usin' it fulltime. "But she doesn' even know I'm alive!" "Exactly. 'S why ye need t'go see 'er! I'll be fine, I got plenny o'years lef' in me." The otter whirled to face the door. "I'll be back within th'yeer, don'cha worry, Lord." "Rorc." Bluestripe called softly. The warrior turned to face the badger. "Yessir?" "We're friends, aren't we?" "Yessir." "Then call me Bluestripe. All this "Lord" business is all well and good, but, from you, Skip, well... yore my best friend. An' don' bother with all that "sir" stuff." Rorc bowed cheekily. "Yes ma'am!" Bluestripe growled softly, but it turned into a chuckle. "Get out'o'ere an' go find yore Ma! Before I whip yore rudder!"

Chapter 1
Rorc stretched in the sunlight. He yawned. He missed Bluestripe, the dead badger lord that had been his master and companion for so many years... "Skip Rorc, are you up yet? Smokefoot's attacking!" It was Charlotte, Rorc's frail mother.

TBC later