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Stoakly Centurio of II
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Date Posted: 22:24:22 08/22/07 Wed
“No survivors?” Stoakly asked, a grim frown on his face. Audrey nodded, and Terragon sighed deeply. “Y’know,” the squirrel commented, “I have a hunch there’s more people out there - in the woods.” Terragon’s brown eyes pierced Audrey and Stoakly; they hadn’t thought of checking the woods. “You might be right, Terragon,” Audrey added, before rolling her eyes, “Of course, why wouldn’t there be survivors in the woods?” Stoakly turned to look at Goldbrush; she was still the same. “Okay,” Stoakly chimed in, “Does anybeast have a suggestion?” Terragon was the first to raise her paw. “A search party.” Suddenly, a rough voice came in, and they all turned to see a shrew. “There’s got to be more survivors,” Tysharm declared, “I heard something moving in the woods when I was on the ground.” They all glanced at each other for a moment, until Audrey nodded. “Okay, let’s split up. Tysharm and I will go west, until we reach the the border and near St. Ninian’s, and Terragon and Stoakly – go west, inland, into you get to the Great Lakes. Objections?” Everybeast remained silent. “Good. It’s settled, then.” Stoakly had a bad feeling, but at a time like this, it was nearly impossible to have hope.
Tokie was the first to spot Stoakly and Terragon heading west, and he nudged Legolas, who immediately glanced over there. Rushing over, the two caught up before they entered deep into the woods. “Hey, there!” Legolas remarked. Stoakly turned, sighing deeply. “Legolas, Tokie – you’re alive. That’s a great relief.” Terragon nodded in agreement before commenting to the three. “Y’know, Audrey and Tysharm probably haven’t gotten far; one of you can probably catch up, and then we’ll have three and three, eh?” The mole grinned. “Oi’ll go, Miz Terri!” And without another word, the mole darted off, moving awkwardly; moles were not renowned for their running. Legolas and the two others continued, the shrubbery of Mossflower Woods blocking a large portion of their site. But, Stoakly lifted a paw for the others to be silent. “I hear something.” The great moans and groans that only a badger could make were crying out from behind a thorn bush. Pushing through the foliage, Terragon saw the massive beast. “Tinsy!” She exclaimed, and indeed it was – Tinsy Stormsight was still alive.
Soon after Tokie had caught up, Audrey and Tysharm had come near St. Ninian’s, and they still hadn’t found a thing. “I hope the others have found something,” Tysharm noted, “I haven’t seen a moving body since we left the battlefield. Er, I mean home.” It was still aching in his heart – Redwall was a field of death and destruction. Vermin, goodbeasts, and all the like were dead on the grass that he used to play on as a dibbun. It was plagued. Setting it aside, they finally got a glimmer of hope. From the ditch of St. Ninian’s they heard a voice yelling. “HELP! HELP! I rolled down ‘ere and so did this rat, and now she’s on top of me!” The voice was very feminine, and it was quite squeaky. Audrey almost chuckled. “Sounds just like Sunset, don’t it, Tokie?” The mole laughed a little, before rushing to the ditch to help. “Oi be thinkin’ et is, burr hurr hurr!” They all rushed down, Tysharm being the first to lift the dead rat from the body of a not-so-wounded Sunset. “Thanks, guys, I thought I was going to suffocate down there!” She was obviously quite frustrated; after all, she was a mouse, and not strong enough to lift the body off herself. “Gurt to be of servoice, Miz Sunset, burr hurr hurr!”
Tinsy smiled at Terragon, finally out of the bush. She had a few cuts and bruises, but all in all, she was fine. However, something ached her heart; they could tell. Stoakly was the first to pose the question, however, as none of them had the courage. “Tinsy, why do you seem so sad, if you don’t mind me asking?” The badgermaid did not cry, but her eyes became full of tears that did not trickle down her cheek. “I saw something… awful. An ottermaid, younger than I, was fighting with a weasel. They were both already wounded, but as I sat there helpless in the bush, it came to a dreadful end. A little creek was to the left of the path, and when the ottermaid finally got the weasel to the edge, he stabbed her. The otter did not even have the strength to swim away, and she probably died. However, so did the weasel. The murderer was so stupid, he couldn’t even realize the water was too deep to stand. He drowned, and somehow, I was glad he was recently taken to Hell Gates.” A splash was heard to their left, and they both looked over. The otter was alive, but unconscious. “Oh dear…” That was all Terragon could say, and Stoakly muttered the name, barely audible, but the others heard it. “Mossyra…”
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