User blog:May Streamdog/A Wildcat's dreams

Chapter one

Dewlen stared into the eagle's eyes, his sabre raised. The huge golden eyes stared back, unblinking.

"I've told ye befor, I chave not seen nor cheard of thiz place! Kaawwwwwrr!" Harque exclaimed. The Wildcat's sabre prodded one of the golden wagle's wings.

"Then how come you, who have sqawked with seagulls and albatrosses, not heard of a giant slab of rock where hedgehogs dwel?!"

The wildcat's plan was to lay seige on Balius Island, and use it to fulfill many of his dreams. The Mossflower woods around them were far much of a give-away, not to mention to be protected by Redwall! He knew of other such islands, none of which were to his liking. He prodded the eagle's wing again, harder.

"Okee, okee, I'll try and remember...err...why yez! There waz thiz one time whe-" "Oh never mind! Stop beatin' round the bush! Well?" for a second, Harque looked rather taken aback by the wildcat's interuption, then reality soon came into play. "It'z a seazon away from Salamandaztrom!"

Dewlen stiffened. An army of hares and a bloodwrath-possesed badger was the last thing he needed! Rather carelessly, he cut the ropes binding the eagle with a a few slashes of his sabre.

"Hawkclaw! Get over here!" A guilty looking fox emerged from behind one of the trees, in full knowledge of what his leader could do under such a mood.

"Y..yes, Dewlen?" he stamered. The wildcat spread a dangerous smile across his face and sat down, fiddling with his sharp sabre.

"Oh, you know, just bring the rest of the group here, I have a few announcements to make." he said without looking from his favourite toy. Hawkclaw nodded and then bolted to get the rest.

"Ahhoy, mateys, group meeting!" The fifteen warriors muttered darkly and cursed under their breath as they approached Dewlen who was by now, standing on a log. All fell silent.

"Now, friends, I have been informed by this eagle" he pointed to Harque "That our destination is near Salamandastrom! This means that I am merging you all together to become one. That means trackers and Bowbeats, bowbeasts and Swordbeast, and all the rest. Hawkclaw, you are to chose a companion and guard the campsite, we don't need another attack of those tree-scum!"

There were worried glances as well as challenging ones, most seemed upset at their leader's decision to merge them together. All were skilled and learned beasts, trained in the art of slaying, but none were as such as Dewlen, the Fearless.

May Streamdog 18:58, April 29, 2011 (UTC)