User blog:Umrag the Destroyer/The Quest of the Hawktail

Prologue
Flames licked their way up the wooden home, burning everything up. Out of the home ran an otter, eyes wide with horror. His face was caked with blood, and he was limping. Despite this anyone could see he was a strong, handsome otter. In his left hand was a javelin, in his right a sling. This was the Hawktail. His home was destroyed, his family dead. This was the Hawktail. He had nothing left in this world, nothing but one thing. Revenge. This was the Hawktail!

Chapter 1
A little Dibbun squirrel ran down the corridors of Redwall. He was cluthching a few scones, and nibbling them occasionaly. Then he bumped into a cloaked figure, and dropped all of his booty. The figure turned. He was a stoat. He raised his eyebrows and chuckled as the squirrel stared at him. "Whoa, me little mate, what 'ave you got there?" The squirrel widened his eyes and answered back, "Mistter Stormflash, me got hot scones with honey! Quick, 'elp me hide 'em, or Mother Brussel will catcha me!