*Reed stumbles back, his eyes still really blood shot, and trying to button back up his dropfront breeches, he stumbles back into camp, where he wasnt exactly watching the ground. Stepping into the fire he let out a slightly welp and stared down at his footpaws, now incased in fire. He jumped out of the fire, grabbed water and drecnhed out his paws. Sighing in pain he plops down, still drowsy with a hang over* -- The Hunt for Warpeye

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Subject: *Reed stumbles back, his eyes still really blood shot, and trying to button back up his dropfront breeches, he stumbles back into camp, where he wasnt exactly watching the ground. Stepping into the fire he let out a slightly welp and stared down at his footpaws, now incased in fire. He jumped out of the fire, grabbed water and drecnhed out his paws. Sighing in pain he plops down, still drowsy with a hang over*

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Date Posted: 19:04:10 09/14/03 Sun
In reply to: Jadris 's message, "Jadris Story" on 15:33:50 09/03/03 Wed

>*Leans back* Okay, my story is one that takes part a
>long time ago on the shores of the mainland. Ah, the
>WEstrn Shores, that was what they were called, just
>south from the mountain of this fire lizard. One time,
>a black ship was spotted off the coast line, and my
>father Thraldune was told to take the women and
>children to the saftey of Redwall Abbey while the
>warriors held them off. Our tribe's warriors were cut
>down easily and the rats caught up to us. My father
>was slain. My mother and the children fell as well, I
>was the only one lucky enough to escape. But I had no
>where to run. I was eventually captured within two
>days or so and taken as galley slave. then, after many
>laborous days of sailing, there was a nasty storm that
>tore our ship to bits. Again, I was the lone surviror
>and I wahed up onto these shores and have been here
>since.
>
>If you ask it of me, I can lead you to the otter tribe!

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Mickle grins. good to see someone else who forgot that fire was hot...* sheepishly looks at his smouldering tail.*	Mickle	19:11:26 09/14/03 Sun