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Subject: Mossyra's Tale: Part 15

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Mossyra of the Iresistible Imps

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Date Posted: 02:13:35 07/16/07 Mon

Quickdash blinked in the sunlight. He had a pretty good idea why Cruelclaw wanted to see him. After all, he had grown up fighting along the coasts and ranging far and near to defend it against searats. Cruelclaw simply needed a navigator.

Mossyra didn't look back as she left Redwall. She knew she would probably never see it again. She was a fighter, a rover, born to wander the land eternally and fight against injustice. If she ever did come back, it would be to lead others there. Maybe she would come here before she died and find Martin's tomb. It was probably in the records and she could sleep eternally with his spirit guarding her body if she died there.
The wind blew dust from the path into miniture clouds and soon obscured the distant figure that was fated to roam the land forever.

Swiftstream hurried into the woodland and waited for shouts to start up behind him. Surprisingly, he heard nothing and was soon miles away from the vermin. Pawsore and weary, he blundered through the forest as fast as he could. Knowing he couldn't continue much longer, he searched through bleary eyes for a cave or some other suitable place to rest. Finally, he gave up and collapsed, aware that somebeast was nearby but too tired to care.
Then, two soft paws helped him to his feet and a distant voice murmured, "You look in need of assistance, friend." Looking up, he found himself face to face with a bright eyed and smiling squirrelmaid that he knew well.
"Mossyra!"

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