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Date Posted: 00:13:39 01/04/07 Thu
This is the story of Veilfor Nightshade, the orphan Dibbun fox. If I choose to continue this, please read the intro and the chapters in numerical order.
Introduction- Lanngth and Similia Nightshade.
The cold, rock-strewn ground of the Southern reaches of Mossflower did nothing to help Lanngth and his injured mate, Similia. Being both high-ranking foxes of the Sharad clan made it come as a suprise to them that their own friends and comrades would attempt to murder them. Similia was only a week and three nights past the time she had given birth to their new cub, Veilfor, that they were attacked.
An hour had passed since midnight when Veilfor woke in his small woven basket. Being new to the world, it was all strange to him. The flap on their tent that served as a door was slightly open, swinging in the warm mid-summer breeze. Squirming and rolling in his basket, Veilfor managed to overturn it and began to crawl towards the tent's entrance. The young fox stopped and sat down on the edge of a high cliff just outside the door overlooking the Sharad's summer camp. Peering down he saw numerous shapes and figures moving around in the large Sharad Clan camp. The fires were lit and some of the late-night sentries were trading off spots with the ones from earlier. He watched, with great interest, as somebeast began to scale the cliff to where his parent's tent was. Not feeling alarmed one bit, he sat up and crawled back into the tent and began to mewl at his mother. It was Lanngth who woke. "Young Veil, wot are you doin' outten your crib, eh?", he said. Rolling off the cot they slept on he picked his babe up and sat him into the basket. Veilfor lay with all four paws facing up and mewled at his father. The big fox squatted down and tweaked his nose. "Sleep now, it's not near mornin' yet.", Lanngth stood and flexed his arms and stretched as wide as their tent would allow. Picking up his blade and strapping it horizontal across his back down near his waist he strode out into the open air. Raising his nose and throwing caution to the wind he smelt an odd smell, like burnt feathers and rotten flesh. Stepping up to the ledge of the cliff he observed the camp and the cliff side. Lanngth turned back to the tent and sat down by the entrance. Just as he did, a paw and the ugly face of a male ferret appeared over the top of the ledge. "I was figurin' you'd show up, Stayth.", Lanngth said as Stayth stood up fully. "Curse your mate and babe, fox.", the big ferret said, spitting on the ground like there was a bad taste in his mouth. Standing to his full size also, Lanngth drawfed Stayth in his presence. "Those are brave words, for a coward and assassin." Stayth reached to his belt and withdrew a small skinning knife, "Oh-ho.. I hope ye die nice and slow..." Twirling the knife in his paw, he lunged for Lanngth. At that very second Lanngth drew his large, curved blade. Like a flash of lightning Lanngth's sword cut through Stayth's knife and then severed the ferret's head from his body. "Bad eggs are always the first to be thrown away.", the big fox said, wiping his blade on a cloth in his belt pouch. Four stoats and a fox carrying a small hatchet appeared over the rise to the right of the tent. One of the stoats fumbled with his short sword, clipping another in the ear. "Garn, ye fool! Stop swingin' that thing 'round or I'll break it over yer nose!" said a particularly strong looking stoat as he helped the one who was clipped by Garn's sword back onto his paws. The fox licked the blade of his hatchet and swung it menacingly, "Lanngth, yore a deadbeast. That babe o' yers is dangerous... The other clans're always after new recruits, and information. They could steal thet there babe o' yers and use 'im as an 'ostage." Lanngth readied his sword in response and called inside the tent, as Similia had woken. "Get the babe outta here! Run for Mossflower!" The second Similia broke cover and ran one of the stoats lunged at the vixen, but he was stopped short by Lanngth's blade. The stoat grunted as he looked down at the sword impaling him and then went limp. "Yer gunna pay fer that!" Garn leapt at Lanngth. His small sword clanged off of the fox's curved blade. "I don't want to kill you, Garn. You don't have to fight." Once more the stoat swung his sword. "Stayth told me all about the threat Veil is posing to our clan. He should not have been born. You know that only the strong and grown are allowed here, penalty is death!" Lanngth turned and dodged the blade. Punching Garn in the stomach to bowl him over, he kicked the stoat off the edge of the cliff. "I always though you were a good'un." The two remaining stoats thought better of the hair-brained plan they had formed and dropped their weapons then sped off down the hill. "Cowards! Come back here! Yew stoopid idjits!" The fox turned back to Lanngth and slowly began to circle around him. Not wanting to kill another of his once close friends, he lunged to the side at the second the other fox went in for the kill. The hatchet's blade nicked Lanngth's footpaw, but he kept running anyways. Going in the direction his mate had went Mossflower Woods came into view after about an hour of travel, running on foot, following the trail of the vixen. After thirty more minutes of running across the badlands he spotted his mate. She was sitting on the ground nursing her footpaw. "I think I sprained it on that big rock", she said pointing to a slightly larger rock than the rest. "I imagine you'll be okay, can you walk at all?" Lanngth said, helping up Similia. "I don't know, I can't carry Veil though.." The young fox was still asleep. Lifting the cradle, Lanngth began to travel further towards Mossflower with Similia.
The next day they made it to Mossflower, after much traveling they found the Redstone Abbey of Redwall. "I know the beasts in there are goodbeasts, they would probably kill us on sight, with our clan marks and all else. You stay here while I go to the gate and leave Veilfor." Similia pouted at the thought of leaving their babe, and kissed Veilfor on the forehead. "What happens if they don't accept him?" She asked, "Trust me, they will. I just hate to leave my son in a strange place."
Padding silently up to the main gate of Redwall he placed the woven basket in the road infront of it. "Good fortune be with you Veilfor, son of Lanngth and Similia Nightshade. I hope you do better than I." With that Lanngth knocked on the gate and rushed out of sight to his vixen. The pair were never seen again by anybeast.
Chapter One- Veilfor Nightshade
It was a warm and sunny day on the plains infront of Redwall Abbey. Heat rays shimmered in the distance, making the vegetation seem to dance. Brother Dorfle, the Abbey gatekeeper was strolling the walltops when he heard an odd sound. Like a babe snivelling and crying. Peering down between the battlements he noticed a basket of reed with the babe of a fox in it. Hurrying back to the wallsteps he quickly ran down them two at a time. Opening the main gates wide he sprinted out onto the path and retrieved the basket. He pulled back the coverlet on Veil and noticed a poorly scrawled note that read: "Pleez aksept our babe in yore Abbey. We jus weesh thet we culd join you ourselves." The brother looked either way down the road and saw nothing. Dorfle quickly bustled back inside and so the fox Veilfor was accepted into the Abbey of Redwall.
To be Continued soon.
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