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

[Ashleg]

"Down to your...Ooh! Yer gonna 'ave me test drinks 'er somethin! Sure, mate." Fang grinned and started off after the cellarmole.

[Groddil]

Drubble paused outside Rapshade's cellar.
"Sorry, zurr, that ain't whoi oi wanted ee. Rapshade wanted ta see ye, burr aye."

[Ashleg]

Fang's eyes narrowed. "Oh, really? I don't know if'n I want to see him..." The rat looked over his shoulder and then turned back towards the door, sighing quietly.
"Who'm I kidding, he was basically me brother. At one time. I guess I'll see 'im."

[Groddil]

Drubble wiped his brow with relief.
"Thankee zurr. Oi think 'ee needs someone other than moiself t'talk to."

[Ashleg]

Fang nodded slightly.
"So are ye gonna open th' door or are we gonna kick it down?" He grinned and rolled his eyes, whispering, "I know we can't do that last part. Hah- Grant'd kill me!"

[Groddil]

Drubble shrugged.
"Only Mortybell can open the door, zurr. Oi don't 'ave the keys to this yurr cellar. Maybe oi cudd wait until she opens the door to bring Rapshade food tonoight, an' prop the door open."

[Ashleg]

"Good idea...an' brrr, it's cold down 'ere!"
Fang shivered. "Yikes! Only Mortybell, eh? D'ye think she's too harsh on 'im? I mean, fer one, it's freezing down here with that draft, an' two, he hardly gets any food. Poor Cap'n...I mean Rapshade. He's no cap'n anymore..."

[LT Sandpaw]

For a moment Bracklew stared down at Max stunned. Eyes widening he suddenly spun around sprinting for the door. His tail streaming behind him, the sword slapping against his legs, Bracklew ran. Gasping he made his way up the east wall steps up on the battlements. Reaching the secluded southeast corner he collapsed pulling his knees close to his chest. He remained that way for some time, snow slowly piling on his head and shoulders. A single tear ran down his muzzle, he shook and stood up and walked slowly along the wall his head up.

He couldn't allow himself to be trapped in the past. He had to work towards the future, and whatever it might bring.

[Groddil]

One-Ear inspected the assembled scouting party, nodding with approval. The fox checked equipment, switching out swords for bows, choosing swift, lightly-armored troops to accompany them. When he was satisfied, he sent the scouts out into the woods and trotted in the front ranks with Needle.
"It may take us a while to get to the woods north of Redwall, hopefully the vermin haven't moved on yet.

[Hickory]

Asher nodded to the mother hedgehog. "Well, we best be on our way. Like I said, if you lay eyes on the hedgehog or the stoat, shout our war cry. C'mon Charm, we can head back on foot. Applelad and Harnam should be back with the weasel, they've never lost a beast yet."

[Groddil]

Amaline nodded. Dragging the spiked club behind her with one paw and Narzle squirming with the other, the mother hedgehog disappeared through the bushes back towards her den. Charm watched them go and turned back towards the camp.
"You're right, let's go. Make sure Damien hasn't managed to get out or something."

[Ashleg]

OOC-
I posted with Roscoe.
IC-
Max raced off after Bracklew, paws tapping lightly against the ground.
Being small and young, he quickly fell behind. "Why you run away, Mista Bracklew? Is we playin' tag?...ah.." The squirrel toppled over panting and then took off again.
"Wait fo' me!"

[Hickory]

Roscoe's snowball was pulverized as it struck Applelad's lance. Shaking the white snow from his face, the squirrel leapt into the trees to continue the chase in hiding. He knew how chases went; Roscoe would be influenced by the adrenaline flowing through his system and the weasel wouldn't think straight. Applelad grinned as he readied his lance.

[Ashleg]

Roscoe vaulted a dead bush and continued running, kicking snowy plants out of his way every once and a while. "Give up!" He called behind him, growling.
"I'm not goin' back, not now an' not ever!"
Something red riding up behind the treeline soon caught his eye--the belltower of Redwall Abbey!
Roscoe let out a little hoot of excitement and charged towards it.
Now he knew where he could hide.

[LT Sandpaw]

Bracklew's ears flicked as he remembered the presence of the younger squirrel. Turning around he sped down the wall steps stopping Max from following him up.

"Sorry little pal, I thought of somebeast, I just needed to be alone for a moment. Lets go back inside, and help with the feast." Scooping Max up with one paw Bracklew put him on his shoulders and began trotting back towards the Abbey shaking the momentary terror and grief away.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Stepping back Petu inspected the diverse salad nodding slowly an appraising look on his face. "I got to say Mister Duncan, we make quite a team, whoever said rabbits and hares couldn't cook, er chop didn't meet us." He grinned and added a quick, "Wotwot."