corin the black fox

[Captain Rake Nightfur]

thanks! i'm starting cap 8  today

@moss; thanks for editing cap 2 ^.^

Cool!

[WarriorOfMossflower]

No probs, I'll get busy on 3 now!

[WarriorOfMossflower]

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Farris stared in amazement. Corin...here at the Abbey? Corin gazed upwards, narrowing his eyes. He stepped closer, and said quietly, "Farris? Is that you?"
Farris gave a rare grin. He looked like a Dibbun excited for a candied chestnut. "Corin...brother?"
Corin smile back at his adopted brother. "I promised I'd come back, Farris, and I did."

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Kei and Silneow paced around the camp, quietly discussing herbs.

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Farris nodded, supressing another wide smile. "I know. You never break a promise." He looked around shiftily. "You'd better hide before Skipper or Rinson see you."
Corin nodded slightly and melted back into the shadows. He was just in time, too. Breeze the squirrelmaid and Mother Abbess Mitreeo came walking along the walkway. Mitreeo nodded to Farris. "Good evening, Farris. Out for a stroll, I see?"
Farris looked guiltily at the spot where Corin had been. "Erm...Yes, Mother Abbess...I think I'll...ah...go help down in the kitchens, so...umm...goodbye!" Farris stepped around them and ran down into the Abbey.
Abbess Mitreeo stared at the door where Farris had disappeared. She shook her head with a weary sigh. "That young mouse...I never understood why he never speaks of his past.
Breeze nodded, almost sympathetically. "I'm sure he has his reasons, though, Mother Abbess."
The Abbess smiled kindly. "You have a head on your young shoulders, Breeze. I'm sure you're right."
The continued their stroll, unaware of Corin lurking in the shadows.

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Farris scrubbed furiously at a pot in the kitchens. Corin, here? The last time he had seen his 'older brother' was when he was a Dibbun. Corin had brought him to the Abbey after his parents had died of dry-ditch fever. Corin was only two seasons older than Farris, but he was quiet, calm and wise beyond his seasons. He had told Farris to never speak of his past before he left him to a new life. For his 'brother' was a fox, a vermin, and vermin could never dwell in peace with woodlanders.

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Corin stared into a pool of water near the wall, gathered from previous rainfall. The surface rippled as a tear fell from the fox's eye, trickled down his face and splashed into the pool with a plop! He had abandoned his adopted brother. He had left him to become a goodbeast, a chance the fox could never have himself. But what would his 'little brother' do when he learned that all vermin were supposedly evil? Would he become a warrior and set out to slay them all?
The fox had broken a promise to his adopted parents...but he had kept one to Farris. He had come back.


There you go, hope it's good!

[phoenixfoden]

more!!!!

[Captain Rake Nightfur]

okay, right noe i'm takin a break but i'll write more soon ^.^)

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[Captain Rake Nightfur]

Thanks moss-sama, as always good job  ) 

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Farris stared in amazement. Corin...here at the Abbey? Corin gazed upwards, narrowing his eyes. He stepped closer, and said quietly, "Farris? Is that you?"
Farris gave a rare grin. He looked like a Dibbun excited for a candied chestnut. "Corin...brother?"
Corin smile back at his adopted brother. "I promised I'd come back, Farris, and I did."

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Kei and Silneow paced around the camp, quietly discussing herbs.

                                                    *
Farris nodded, supressing another wide smile. "I know. You never break a promise." He looked around shiftily. "You'd better hide before Skipper or Rinson see you."
Corin nodded slightly and melted back into the shadows. He was just in time, too. Breeze the squirrelmaid and Mother Abbess Mitreeo came walking along the walkway. Mitreeo nodded to Farris. "Good evening, Farris. Out for a stroll, I see?"
Farris looked guiltily at the spot where Corin had been. "Erm...Yes, Mother Abbess...I think I'll...ah...go help down in the kitchens, so...umm...goodbye!" Farris stepped around them and ran down into the Abbey.
Abbess Mitreeo stared at the door where Farris had disappeared. She shook her head with a weary sigh. "That young mouse...I never understood why he never speaks of his past.
Breeze nodded, almost sympathetically. "I'm sure he has his reasons, though, Mother Abbess."
The Abbess smiled kindly. "You have a head on your young shoulders, Breeze. I'm sure you're right."
The continued their stroll, unaware of Corin lurking in the shadows.

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Farris scrubbed furiously at a pot in the kitchens. Corin, here? The last time he had seen his 'older brother' was when he was a Dibbun. Corin had brought him to the Abbey after his parents had died of dry-ditch fever. Corin was only two seasons older than Farris, but he was quiet, calm and wise beyond his seasons. He had told Farris to never speak of his past before he left him to a new life. For his 'brother' was a fox, a vermin, and vermin could never dwell in peace with woodlanders.

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Corin stared into a pool of water near the wall, gathered from previous rainfall. The surface rippled as a tear fell from the fox's eye, trickled down his face and splashed into the pool with a plop! He had abandoned his adopted brother. He had left him to become a goodbeast, a chance the fox could never have himself. But what would his 'little brother' do when he learned that all vermin were supposedly evil? Would he become a warrior and set out to slay them all?
The fox had broken a promise to his adopted parents...but he had kept one to Farris. He had come back.


There you go, hope it's good!

[WarriorOfMossflower]

Sorry, I've been on vacation and I just got back. I'll do Chapter 4 now

[WarriorOfMossflower]

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The night was cold, windy, and rainy. The horde of Wellcane the Warlord sat in the rain stoically. The Warlord was in a foul mood, having been set back three days from marching west into the Mossflower Woodlands. He walked into his tent, glad that it was warm and dry. The Seer Runso came and joined him. "Lord, the horde is saying ye need to leave this sea. They want ye to go into the woodlands."
Wellcane spun around so fast he almost lost his balance (which didn't improve his temper in the slightest) and bellowed, "Do you think I care about what vermin say?!" He glared at Runso furiously. "Well, do you?!"
The Seer made an attempt to soothe the Warlord's ruffled fur. "Aye, Lord. Meknow that thou doest not care about such puny beasts, but methinks ye should know...Ratwrath and Daggrabe are talking behind thine back. They say thou should go...forever..."
Wellcane stared at the Seer. "You mean they're planning to kill me."
Runso nodded sagely. "Aye, Lord, that they are."
Wellcane looked thoughtful. "Give them the best of grog and vittles."
"My Lord?"
"You heard me!" Wellcane barked. He took a deep breath and explained patiently. "If they're stuffed with grog then what will happen, eh?" A wicked smile curled the corners of his lips.
The Seer, realising the Warlord's plan, also smiled. "They sleep like logs, Lord. Aye, and then thou can kill them thyself!"
Wellcane pulled out his battle axe and tested the blade against his paw. His eyes gleamed maliciously. "Aye. Brilliant."
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The Abbey walls were hot to the touch as the sun beat down on the heads of Farris, Breeze, and a young squirrel named Rigontoson, who happened to be Farris's best friend. Grrbee the mole was also there. They walked up and down the lawn, helping with the outdoor chores. Farris and Rigon helped with setting up the stacks in the vegetable garden to keep out the wind. Breeze helped Foremole Burrto with gather herbs for Sister Gail, the Infirmary Keeper. Grrbee and some other moles dug a tunnel to filter the water from the rains to the vegetable garden. Some other Abbeybeast walked back to the Abbey for refreshments, bustling in and out with scones and tea, while others set out tables with silverware and plates. All was going well...for now.

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Wellcane watched impassively as Ratwrath and Daggrabe gulped down grog and stuffed their mouths with the food. Ratwrath hiccupped. "Thankee Lord--hic!--'tis prime grog--hic!"
Wellcane grinned wolfishly from behind his axeblade. He held the doubled-headed battle-axe fondly, anticipating its job. "Aye matey. Prime grog. And the last you'll ever taste!" The Warlord lifted the axe high above his head and brought the blade down with devastating efficiency.

[Captain Rake Nightfur]

thanks moss-sama~! ^^]
I think i'm good, now BD you're a great editor ^^ thanks again.)

(Now i guess i'll finish writing cap 3 of the 'victim' ... XD)

[WarriorOfMossflower]

Happy to help.

[Captain Rake Nightfur]

Hey guys, i just wanted to say that the writing of cap 8 may be delayed, due to my laptop acting very weird, now I only have this black screen with a flashing grey line ;~; sorry guys, i'm trying to fix it,so yeah..)

[WarriorOfMossflower]

Aww, well, I'll keep editting.

[phoenixfoden]

wow. the drawing is so cool!!

[WarriorOfMossflower]

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Daggrabe stared in confusion at the severed head of Ratwrath lying on the ground. He took in the Warlord's cruel smile and began babbling like a brook. "Lord, please no! I wuzzint never tryin' to slay ye, on me oath, Sire. 'Twas all Wrathrat's idea...d-don't slay meeeee!" he wailed, his speech slurred by grog.
Wellcane winked slyly. "Now there, mate, no more blabbing. I ain't gonna slay ye."
Daggrabe stared blankly at him. "Y-ye ain't, Lurd?"
The Warlord grinned fiendishly. "No, my friend, I'm gonna skin ya!" he roared.
Daggrabe gave an agonized wail and flung himself facedown before the Warlord, which was probably not a wise move. "Nooooo! I do wuddever ye want, don't not skin me!"
Wellcane the Warlord had no mercy for drunken fools, though.

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Farris and Rigon worked steadily, chopping the logs of wood towering next to the Abbey. Farris wiped his brow and blew a droplet of sweat from his nosetip. "Whew! D'you think this is enough, Rigon?"
Rigontoson, to give the squirrel his full name, nodded in agreement. "Anymore and we'll be eating wood for supper!"
Farris smiled. "Right. Then let's get it to the kitchens for Friar Thomas."
It took the young mouse and squirrel five trips to carry all the wood they had chopped down to the kitchens. Rigon deposited his load in the pile and staggered against the door, managing to knock. Both creatures were panting from exertion.
A kindly old molewife opened the doors. "Burr aye! That bees yung Farrees an' Rig'um! How bees you'm two scallawagglers?"
"Hungry and exhausted," Rigon managed.
Farris smiled weakly. "Exactly. We brought the wood for Friar Thomas."
The old molewife nodded sagely. "Hurr, then you'm coom in."

Inside, Friar Thomas bustled about busily. He glanced at the young wood-deliverers. "Great seasons, you two, you've brought enough to burn the Abbey down! I'm afraid I'll have to have you carry it all down to the Cellars." He paused, taking in their weary expressions. "Ah, never mind, I'll have some otherbeasts do it. You look tired."
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The sun shone hard on the head of Corin the black fox, who, inspite of the sun, patiently watched Redwall Abbey. Really, he felt like he was set on fire because of the heat his black coat absorbed, and his handsome face was set in a tight frown. A nat landed on his ear, but he never bat an eyelid. The fox murmured to himself, "Two days, and nothing. I'll have to leave here if Farris doesn't decide soon. I'm not supposed to be here, anyway..." He sighed. "Maybe I'll just leave. Farris seems fine here..." He blinked, fighting tears. "...without me." 

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Wellcane walked away from the lifeless body of Daggrabe, still smiling. He relished the screams of his victim, even after the vermin was long-dead from his torture. The Seer Runso approached cautiously, wary while the Warlord still held the dripping axe. He turned on her. "Get that useless thing out of my sight, and fetch me some vittles while you're at it."
The Seer bowed and scuttled away, dragging the body of Daggrabe behind her.
The Warlord smiled to himself again. Things were going just the way he planned...soon, the vermin would march into Mossflower Woods.

[Captain Rake Nightfur]

Woah! Xd i like the way you edited this cap, and i really like the part about corin  X3)