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 When Foremole Gynthia entered the great hall, dinner was already underway. A meal of hot celery and mushroom soup had been served and everybeast was either eating or chattering away in excitement about the prospect of the feast that would be held when Skipper returned. At the head table, she spotted Abbot Benjamiah sitting with Brother Terrel at his left and Sister Martha on his right. Her own empty seat was a few chairs over from there, awaiting for her to join the meal. It is a universally known truth that moles are stout and sensible creatures, not prone to flights of ill-logic or lack of reason, excepting where great heights are involv

The moon shone bright in the sky, surrounded by thousands of pinpricks of light. Diantha gazed at them from her position by a camp fire, a soft smile adorning her face. The world around her lay forgotten for the moment as she took in the beauty of the stars, only half listening to Malion's third attempt at explaining what they were doing near Mossflower country, this time using significantly less words that his previous two efforts. "Look, it's really not so difficult to understand. The infamous Redwall Abbey is made of those red sandstone blocks, right? And its walls have never been beaten; the only ones who have ever gotten past them had

 In his younger days, Abbot Benjamiah had been the greatest treewiffler Redwall Abbey had ever known. He'd lived in the orchard, only ever going into the abbey proper at meal times or when the winter months rolled in. The old grey squirrel still visited the orchard every day, despite having long since moved to a room inside the abbey proper. He'd have a chair brought out amongst the trees after lunch and spend a good while sitting and reminiscing about times long ago. Sometimes one of the other abbey inhabitants would join him, prehaps even bringing tea to enjoy along with the good company. Today, he had settled in for a nap only to awaken

 The sun shined down upon upon the world in all it's bright, beeming glory, standing alone in the cloudless sky. Somewhere bellow it, tents of all colors and sizes were set up in a great medow. All about the large camp, a great number of various vermin were going about their buisness. Over here, a rambuctious group of rats were having a drinking contest; over there, some soats were polishing their blades; and over that way, the sound of sword clashing with sword rang out in the air as a young ferret faced off with his darring rival. The ferret had light brown fur and vibrant emerald eyes, and wore a dark blue tunic. Upon his paw was a silve

The sun, proud though it might have been, hid it's face from the earth below. Billows of smoke blocked it's eyes, as though it dare not gaze upon the horrors below it, prefering to cast it's light everywhere else but upon the scene of desolation. The smoke itself rose up from the tragedy, fields and homes alike burning in ruin. Vermin of all shapes and sizes were about, some trying to use dirt and water to put out the flames while others serched for survivors. One stood out from the rest, watching over all with bright emerald eyes. She was a Ferret with lustrous brown fur, wearing a black tunic with a green cloak. Atop her head was a golden

You raise your wings, and prepare to try again. It's taken you months, but your so close to finally acheiving your goal. You stand alone in the training field, as the sun shines high over head. Before you is a simple wooden training dummy, practically glowing with enchantments. Your teacher had put it there three months ago, and told you not to bother coming back until you'd destroyed the stupid thing. He'd tried to get rid of you, that stupid old mouse. Well you were going to show him a thing or two! You double check your stance. Wings raised and ready to flap, right leg just slightly infront of the left, plumage still a beautiful shade of

Boy, it sure is a nice day today, isn't it? The sky is a crisp clear blue, the whole forest is swaying in the breeze, and I'm just pleased as peaches with it all...or at least, I think I am. I'm not really sure, seeing as how I'm a squirrel and not a peach, so I don't really know how pleased peaches are or if peaches even can be pleased. Oh well, thoughts for later. My name is Bushtail and I'm a traveling squirrel. A lot of people tell me I'm way too young to be on the road, but what do they know? I'm ten, and I can take care of myself. Besides, it's not like I'm alone or anything. I've got Oro, my best friend in the whole wide world. He's a

The darkness of night had decended upon Castle Bramble, and all was quiet. The mighty stone castle stood as a monument atop a hill, overlooking a small town in the vally bellow, and was fammed for being impenetrable. It's walls were higher than even the tallest trees and at least twelve paces thick, crafted by the moles of ancient times. The porticullis had been lowered for the night, adding anditional layer of protection to the redundant system of gates. There were a total of three gates that needed to be passed in order to enter the court yard, and the doors themselves were more trouble than the iron bars protecting them. Made from the wo

"Now if we could just find Gargomon, we could get out of here…" Lopmon had recruited a few escapees to carry Flamedramon, so Renamon would be free to fight. Gatomon was sitting on the unconscious dragon's chest. They needed to find Gargomon so they could leave… They turned the corner and found a passed out digimon that looked very similar to Lopmon…stepping on his chest, stood the ever crazy Jaklomon. He smiled at Lopmon. "Blood Bunny! I was just talking to Gun Bunny about you. How have you been? Oh, don't worry, I'm not going to kill him…whether or not I keep that promise is up to you." Lopmon realized quite suddenly