Redwall Isn't Safe Anymore! (Is Redwall as Safe as they Say it is? Part Two)

[Hickory]

OOC: Wat.

[Ashleg]

OOC-
It's not Muddle...Groddil PM'ed me.

[LT Sandpaw]

Rayne nodded to the cellarmole motioning for him to come in. "Good morning Drubble, did you crush your paw under a barrel again? Just one moment and I'll get to you, I'm almost finished with Aver." The mouse adjusted the compress she was pressing onto the otter's head.

"Is it feeling better Ave?"

"Loads," The otter said giving her a brave smile. "I'll be right as rain in a few hours, no ferret can keep me down for long."

"Well your going to have a slight concussion, but I believe you should be fine for the feast." Leaving Aver to hold the compress to his head Rayne walked over to Drubble shaking her head sourly.

"Can you believe Rapshade, smashed Skip over the head with a frying pan. Could have killed him. Its beyond me why we keep him, he's just a risk and does nothing but eat and waste good herbs. Imagine if he got out and held one of the dibbuns hostage, I'd hate to think what the vile creature might do. So what is it you need Drubble?"

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Both squirrel and rabbit joined in the vegetable chopping with vigor. Bracklew soon discovered that with only one paw he couldn't keep certain food items from slipping away from his knife and shooting across the kitchen. This of course simply added to the hilarity until a tough beechnut shot away clipping Friar Rusk's hat off, sending it into the soup he was preparing.

A moment later Bracklew fled the kitchen while Petu glanced over his shoulder at the space Bracklew had occupied only moments before. "Say Mister Winterberry sir, did you see where Brack shot off too? He sure left in a hurry."

[Ashleg]

Chucking, Duncan grabbed everything they'd cut and dropped them in the bowl.
He grinned and shrugged. "Probably went off to fetch Friar Rusk a new hat, wot!"

--

Maxy raced down the hallway until they came to the Cavern Hole. He tugged on Stumbly's arm and gave an excited little skip.
"How 'bout we gon' play inna snow, eh eh?"

[LT Sandpaw]

Breathing lightly and feeling far better then he had in a long time Bracklew wandered into the presumably empty Cavern Hole. As he walked the length of the hall he spotted the two dibbuns partially hidden behind a table.

"Hey you two? What are you up too today." He called cheerfully as he ambled over.

[Groddil]

Stumbly squeaked and bolted for the door.

*****

Drubble stuttered and wouldn't look Rayne in the eyes.
"Err...nevermoind, marm. Oi was gunna ask 'eee t'lend a paw, but oi can handle it."
The cellarmole left the infirmary, fed up and twitching.

*****

"GAAAAH! Lemme go, lemme go! Dunno wut yer talking 'bout, slimebeast! Don't hurt me, life's too short, lemme goooooo!"
The hedgehog continued to struggle and squeal. He kicked and bit and hit, wrenching his way from Roscoe's grasp.
"Maaamaaaaaaaaaa! This weasel's tryin' t'stick me wid a dagger!"
A second, much larger hedgehog emerged from the bushes, swinging a large spiked club.

[Ashleg]

Young Max giggled at his friend when she squeaked and ran away. Turning to Bracklew, he rocked on his footpaws. "Nuffin'," said the small white squirrel, breaking into a smile.
"What you doin'?"

--

A mother hedgehog? Roscoe's jaw dropped.
He was still for a moment before leaping in the air and shouting angrily at the trees above him, "You set me up! Addlebrains! Jerks! Frogwallopers!" The weasel broke into a sprint, then tripped and scrambled clumsily through the snow on all fours a little ways.
"Ugh...it's too deep!" He spat out a curse or two and then pulled himself back upright, taking a few steps backward.
Gasping, he held his paws out infront of him to brace himself in case he was whacked by her club.
"Lissen, lissen! I'm not tryin' t' stab yer brat, th' mean old angry creatures in th' trees are forcin' me t' act as bait fer a crazy murderous spikedog or somethin'. I mistook it fer yer son. Kay? So don't hit me!"

[Groddil]

The mother hedgehog swung her spiked club roughly at Roscoe.
"Oh really? Insult us, tell lies and fibs about "blind hogs" runnin' around the woods. I ain't seen 'em with me own eyes, 'ow do I know yer tellin' the truth? And what are these tales about creatures in the trees? SPEAK!"

[Hickory]

Asher dropped from the trees, surrounded by his squirrels and Charm. Catching the mither's club with one strong paw, he drew his dirk with the other. "Marm, there's no reason to be upset. Calm down, an' I'll explain."

[Ashleg]

"So you come for me now, eh, Asher? Forget you." Roscoe snorted and turned his back on Asher and the hedgehogs, marching away.

[Groddil]

The mother hedgehog waved her club menacingly at Roscoe as he walked off.
"Oh, ye can run, child-murderer, but ye can't hide!"
She shouldered the club and turned to Asher.
"I believe introductions be in order. My name be's Amaline, and this 'ere troublemaker is Narzle. We live in these parts wid a couple o' other hogs, but none of 'em be's blind.'

[Ashleg]

"Stop makin' assumptions about me, stupidhead!" Roscoe called over his shoulder.
Dusting off his paws, the weasel broke into a sprint.

[Hickory]

Asher signaled to Applelad and Harnam, who sped off after the weasel. He held out a paw to Amaline. "Pleasure, I'm sure. Apologies for the trouble we caused you and yore young 'un, we misidentified you. We're jus' huntin' a blind hedgehog, name o' Muddle. 'E 'as a stoat with 'im. Give us a shout if't ye see any of them, our war cry is "Vigilance."

[Ashleg]

Roscoe turned just in time to see Applelad and Harnam speeding after him.
The weasel growled and quickened his pace, kicking up dirt and snow as he went.
"Cursed Asher!" He panted, halting near a stream which had been frozen over.
Should he cross it?

[Groddil]

Amaline took the offered paw and shook it profusely.
"Never heard o' no Muddle, but why in Dark Forest's Gates are ye huntin' a hog? An' why does 'ee 'ave a stoat wid 'im?"