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Mossyra of the Irresistable Imps
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Date Posted: 01:37:20 06/13/07 Wed
Mossyra didn't remember much of her early life. It was all a blur, like something too distant to recall. She never spoke, though she didn't know why, and tried to avoid everybeast. It was hard for her to concentrate. She often found her mind drifting or her eyes being drawn to the north. There was a danger to the north, something terrible and fearsome. She shivered, then continued with her task.
It wasn't until the weasel tyrant of Deathbog asked her why she was marked by a wildcat (see Attack of the Weasels) that she remembered. When Cruelclaw appeared, her heart sank. Then she realized that he still didn't have Silkfur and went to mourn alone. After the guards left, before anybeast came to take her away, she apologized to the slaves. Then they came for her. She didn't struggle, because it would be pointless, but she stayed silent, keeping up her pretext of being mute. The wildcats knew better, so she didn't even try with them. A few winced at her word usage, but most just smiled and shook their heads. They knew her, after all.
Cruelclaw Stripetail marched his army hard until darkness fell, then oredered camp to be set up. When he entered his tent, Mossyra was kneeling on the floor with both paws tied behind her back and an indignant expression.
Cruelclaw sighed, then sat down on his chair. "You shouldn't have run away," he said wearily. Almost instantly, she interupted. "I didn't run away," she cried angrily. "I was taken. Just after the sentry had gone by a shadowy form dropped into my cell and knocked me out. When I woke I was in a mountain." He waited until she fell silent before continuing. "Where is she?" Mossyra grimaced, something he had never seen her do before. "I don't know," she said flatly. "We were traveling through the woods with some otters when vermin appeared out of nowhere." Her voice broke. "They . . . They took most of the otters and . . ." She was almost crying now and he barely contained his surprise. She managed to gasp out, "They t . . .took her. They took her with th . . . them. I . . . I couldn't . . ." She stopped, unable to say more through her tears. Cruelclaw was almost crying himself. Silkfur was his beloved daughter. If vermin had her. His own voice sounded hoarse and unsteady to his ears as he growled, "If they have harmed her . . ." He didn't need to finish the threat. For the first time in her life, Mossyra felt sympathy for vermin.
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