User blog:Umrag the Destroyer/The Destiny of the Warrior

Okay, I'm writing this story based on polls on FM's page. This will have a happy ending, so don't worry. {happy from my point of view, a rat's} Muhahaha! Okay, okay, I'm writing, I'm writing! Geez, won't let me even say some gibberish.

Prologue
A blizzard howled around the woods. In a small clearing there was a camp with about thirty tents. Firetan, the chief of the clan, looked at the little rat babe sleeping in his crib. His parents fearfully watched as the red stoat looked at the babe. "Are you sure this will be a mighty warrior, eh, Benda?" The fox stroked the babe's head. "Yes, the stones say so." "I hope you're right, because we don't have that much food. Everyone is already starving, and with and extra mouth to feed... You!" he said, addresing the father. The rat flinched, but then bowed and said, "Yes, Chief?" "What are you going to name the little runt?" He scratched his head, then answered, "I was thinking Blackfur, or maybe Swiftfang?" "No." Darktan turned to the mother. "No? Then what is your suggestion?" The ratwife held his gaze and said, "Those names are too common. I will call him...Umrag!" "Umrag?" "Yes Chief, I think that name is good." The stoat turned to Benda, perxpled. "What think you, seer?" She frowned thoughtfully. "Umrag. Hmmm, Umrag. Yes, I like that name! Umrag he shall be!" So was named the sleeping rat babe. None knew what was his destiny, not even the fox seer. None knew what hard times lay ahead of him.