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Subject: IRHL, attempt #2940294292944810


Author:
Jessie Oakshade, Ex-Fort Storyteller
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Date Posted: 22:19:05 11/03/02 Sun
Thought some of the newbies would enjoy this. Plus, I'm half finished with the next chapter, so you eager readers of mine, just sit tight and wait.


~*~

A Tale of Faith, Friendship, and Fiends

Description(read if you don't have a lot of time): Everyone knows the story of Laterose of Noonvale, and many wonder what would've happen if she lived. Some say it was better that she died, because if she didn't, Mossflower would have been crushed under Tsarmina's forbidding paw and the peaceful Redwall Abbey would never have been built. All because of the death of one simple mousemaid....

I have found a way to keep Rose alive, yet twist Mossflower and Noonvale's history to keep this same conclusion. But our Mossflower woodlanders and Noonvalers don't have it that easy. They find there is more than just Tsarmina plotting behind their backs.

I implore you to read this story, which includes characters from Mossflower, Martin the Warrior, Legend of Luke, and even Outcast of Redwall. Find out how they're all related to one another, find out why some became enemies, and others became friends, but above all, discover the journey of a mouse, and this mouse's journey to rescue Noonvale, Mossflower, and even the mouse's father, Martin the Warrior of Noonvale.......

~*~




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Subject: I wrote this a fortnight ago. I guess i've kinda broke the laws but I AM soory.


Author:
Willow
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Date Posted: 19:56:39 11/18/02 Mon
Friend, I beseech thee
Listen to me
For it concerns chivalry
And the code of three

In this fort there are warriors bold
Over which much poetry is told
I will tell you something different, wonderful too
But what you make of it is up to you

There is a code to abide by
And is just and fair
And you must use it
If you live and fight here


First, do not cause an innocent creature to die
Do I have to tell you why?
If they hath offended you
Forgive them and fight as friends together do


Second, never loose you're honour
Never kill in cold blood or when there is no need
For if you do that
Then none of these laws will you heed


Third, you are brother and sister to all in the fort
Protect them in their need
If you only help yourself
Then you truly dwell in greed


In the fort many stand out to me
They obey these laws
Helping others
With their own paws

Honourable beasts
Tell me true
If you are vermin
Do these apply to you?

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Subject: A Tear for Winter's Fury


Author:
Dusklight
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Date Posted: 18:35:17 11/06/02 Wed
*The batmaid walks in nervously, carrying a half-written book.*

Er, I started this some time ago and everybeast seemed to like it. Now most of those beasts have gone, so I am going to post it again. If you like it I will keep posting chapters.

*Sighs nervously and opens the book . . . .*

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Subject: A poem,


Author:
Dartpaw
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Date Posted: 16:18:04 11/17/02 Sun

In this fort there are good beasts,
Lots of stories and many feasts,
But all these creatures are great as friends,
Let's hope this never ends.

A squirrel I am from head to toe,
Tail swishy to and fro,
A tunic made of green coloured wool,
I think Dibbuns are wonderful!.

I have red fur, and I may include,
And am hardly ever rude,
I like the others in this fort,
My friends and fair cohorts.

I like hares and hedgehogs too,
I like moles, and also shrews,
Voles and mice, and otters as well,
and my own species are also swell.

Well if you are new, and are kinda shy,
don't try to hide as others pass by,
Because a memory that rings a bell,
is that I was once too, new as well.

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Subject: My first story in a very long time...


Author:
Dartpaw
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Date Posted: 23:25:50 10/02/02 Wed
Dartpaw comes walking into the room and sits down in a chair.
(Sorry I took so long, but I was writing this story you see, and it took me about a month to write, so I hope you enjoy.)
(It kinda drags on a bit at the start, but it'll kick up a bit later [I hope :)])




One night far far away from Mossflower woods, A hard wind was blowing... blowing hard, and a tree branch was whipping back and forth on a window... and a open shed door kept flapping open and closed...

Tireh the Counsellor of Nighway Abbey was very chilly in bed, for he slept in one of the four high towers of the building and the walls were made of stone, and he had a hole in the wall which was a upward rectangle with two sides that were pointed together at the top, an nice window for viewing out of, but no glass... so the wind would blow through the hole, and keep the room very chilly.

The counsellor was a mouse, a young male mouse, he was very much adult for when he was a Dibbun, When he was about 7 seasons old, he just got bored of his younger comrades youthful activites... and did more time studying, ancient stories of the abbey, which wasn't all that Different from Redwall.
He kept reading and reading, he loved this, he loved reading about the adventures his ancestors had, and he had decided that for his future he will become a scholar.
but for the meantime he would watch over the younger creatures, and write stories and poems.
And some of the older residents would acknowledge his skills and his wisdom among many things.

And after a few seasons everyone thought that he should put his smarts to good use, and they decided to make him Counsellor of the abbey, for his quick thinking and helpful decisions.

(Now by this time Tireh was 17 seaons old)

Anyway I'll get back to the Windy part.

Tireh was trying to cover himself as much as he could in his blanket...
'Why did I have to get the window that faces the north...'
(The wind was blowing south)
He decided to go get another blanket from the Storage room.

The storage room, was down the spiraling stairs, and he had to be careful because it was dark.
But he knew the abbey inside and out, and so once he got to the bottom step he went down a little hallway, and once in there he didn't have to worry about the dark since there were lit torches hanging from the wall.
He found this old door he slowly opened it and it creaked slightly.
and behind the door, was a hallway, and on both sides were loaded with shelves and boxes of any supply you'd need.
The two doors at the end of the hall stood symmetrical across from eachother from both sides of the room, one lead to the weapon forge, and the other led to the Wine Cellar.
Tireh got what he wanted and headed up to his room,
He got to the top of the stairs, and as soon as he poked his head into the room, he saw something that he couldn't really explain later...

'He saw a white creature, almost transparent (Since he could kinda see through it.) The figure was standing by the window...
looking outside...
Tireh was too shocked to speak, and he had since never believed in ghosts at all.

The figure as he could see was a mouse, He had read about a ghost mouse that resided in Redwall... Another abbey far away, his name was martin, one of the greatest warriors ever.

'Martin?' Tireh asked
the mouse turned around, and looked at tireh, he looked abit shorter then what Tireh expected, but he was wearing a green vest, and some sort of ring tiny tools hanging from his pocket.

'you...you... Are you martin?' the frightened mouse asked.
The mouse shook his head.
'hmm... what is your name?' Tireh questioned.
The mouse just looked at him...
He was now starting to get kinda creeped...

The ghost opened his mouth, and said...

'Believe...'
'Martin is with you, and Believe me you'll need him'

And with that the ghost vanished...

And Tireh just stood there on the stairs for quite a while wandering what it all mean't... and then decided to go back to bed and think about it in the morning....

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Subject: Something I entered for the Woodland Legends activity...


Author:
Jessie Oakshade, Ex-Fort Storyteller
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Date Posted: 13:54:02 11/09/02 Sat
This is just a poem I made up for Lancepaw's new Woodland Legends activity. Don't criticize me /too/ bad, because I am /terrible/ at making poems, and this one isn't as good as Furrtil's or Longlegs' poems. I'm only good at writing stories. But I thought I should post it here just to see what you guys thought of it.

The Otter and his Wife

Once one beautiful spring day
an tall otter and his wife,
Were walking with their otterlet,
whom they guarded with their life.
When a band of foxes came,
they tried to hide from sight,
but the foxes spotted them right away,
For the spring day was quite bright.
"Give us your treasures,
or we will make you sorry!"
The formidable leader exclaimed.
"We only live by the quarry,
we have none, we have nothing."

"Then you shall pay."

And the foxes came upon them,
and beat them so hard,
they also took the otterlet,
whom they tried so bravely to guard.
The band of foxes left triumphantly,
fleeing towards the east.
The leader holding the otterlet,
like a rabbit held by a beast.
The otter and his wife wept so,
for they knew their little otterlet would not return.
Nevertheless they stood, waiting for a piece of hope,
that maybe one day,
their pride and joy will someday come back,

but it never did.

And there they stood, day after day,
The otterwife sitting on a rock,
The otter with his paw on her shoulder,
Both watching the path as keenly as a hawk.
There they have stood,
still watching for their babe,
The seasons turned them into stone,
For so great was the love that they made.
So if you ever happening to be traveling
Down that way sometime in your life,
Gaze upon their faces and remember their story,
The tale about the Otter and his Wife.


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Subject: Oh...


Author:
Dakkan
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Date Posted: 20:15:43 09/13/02 Fri
Sorry, everybeast...dang thing went into the archives again. Stupid school!!
Anyway, here's a repost, plus a new chapter!

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Subject: *The wildcatwalks in smirking*


Author:
Bloodfang
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Date Posted: 17:32:53 10/28/02 Mon
He plunges straight into an eerie,spine curdling ditty:

I rode a ship a-sailng,
A-buck'n in a gail.
The steers rat said"It ain't my fault",
I tipped him o'er the rail.

I hung the look out by his toes
and tickled him with me sword
Then to a rock I married them,
with a stout rope cord.
And for their honey-moon I gave,
a tour of the deep.
but in the middle of it,
That steersrat fell asleep!

Oh, I'm the son of a ripper,
my mother was an assasin!
I was born in the dark of the moon
when an old black fox was passin'
So if yer like me and ye slay just for fun,
an' hate the words "loving and nice"
Then matey, ye've come to the right place!
But if you say those words again,
I'll spit you in a trice!

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Subject: *The tall pretty foxwife leans over in her armchair and opens a large red book with silver trim*


Author:
Nysest
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Date Posted: 22:34:02 10/27/02 Sun
I've started to write a story, so I'm putting the first bit in a reply. Enjoy! *opens the book and begins to read*

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Subject: This is a poem for everyone at the fort especially Lancepaw, Cori Curbob, Demora/Checkery, Alpha , ZJ Tagg and Longlegs.


Author:
Willow
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Date Posted: 16:45:51 10/26/02 Sat
Friendship,
The word now so sweet held a bitter edge not long ago,
It made me feel cold inside,
Like a glacier of ice,
For I had no good friends to speak of

My friends had all betrayed me,
Left me lost and alone,
Filled with pent up heartache,
Angry, yet helpless

Then, suddenly, like spring awakening,
Someone made me smile,
Soon I was smiling a lot and laughing too,
I have so much gratitude for those who made me happy,
Their honesty, loyalty and friendship mean so much to me,
So I say thankyou a thousand times, to those who taught me the meaning of friendship.

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Subject: Well,I`ve decided to do a story since I have so much spare time.


Author:
Southpaw
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Date Posted: 10:02:00 10/19/02 Sat
I`m going to tell you the history of a famous and widely known Hare,A master of disguises,terror of all vermin,friend of all good and nightmare of all evil.My friends I give you the amazing tale of................................................
MIDGE MANYCOATS MASTER OF DISGUISES!!!!!!!!

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Subject: "New name's Fancy Name Genarator."


Author:
Sethen Treestreak
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Date Posted: 20:52:24 10/19/02 Sat
"Heres a tip on making names:lleps sgniht sdrawkcab.
A.K.A.spell things backwards.

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Subject: Ok, I have a story, but It might take me awhile to write it.


Author:
Forthwilt
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Date Posted: 22:05:23 10/07/02 Mon
What I mean is, I might only be on every three days or so.

Story starts in next reply

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Subject: An OOC poem to some of my school "friends"


Author:
Lancepaw Fortesque
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Date Posted: 19:31:35 10/04/02 Fri
What have I done to offend you?
When I act,
You clap twice, then nothing.
Your minions do the same.
Why?
When I make a comment you carry on,
as if I don't exist.
To you I don't.
Why?
I try to remember my first year of high school.
The memories are hidden away.
My subconcious, doesn't want me to remember.
Why?
We started off as friends,
Yet over the years you've changed.
Now you insult me behind my back.
Why?
Sometimes I wonder if I'll just disappear.
Sometimes I wonder what happened in Year 7.
Sometimes I wonder why you changed.
Why? Why? Why?

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Subject: 'The travelling warrior'


Author:
Willow
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Date Posted: 18:12:24 10/20/02 Sun

This is my poem, The Travelling Warrior. You can look at it as a peom to mourn a dead beast or to say goodbye to a friend who's going adventuring. The first verse is said by everybeast and then there is a solo.

You go away
That is just fine
But do not cry for us
Because we believe
We believe
That we'll see you some day
Some happy day

If I don't see you again
I'll remember the past
The summer sun
The autumn leaves
The friendship that we shared
So do not cry
Do not look back again
But be brave
But be bold
And remember
Just remember
That the sunshine comes after the rain
And that I will see you again

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Subject: my fav. song!


Author:
Truffen
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Date Posted: 19:01:07 10/20/02 Sun
We met these sisters
Barlow's their last name
ordinary girls they don't live in the fastlane
they don't rate with the guys that score
'cuz they don't flaunt what the boys want more
they don't date the won't date,
they wanna see how theire gonna grow up, who theryre gonna be
but in the meantime the might feel unloved when all the girls around them are hookin' up
but i know for sure, its never popular to be pure
and while some guys might be passin' them by
i think theyve caught some ones eye!
ALL THE BOYS IN THE BAND WANNA VALENTINE FROM A BARLOW GIRL! BOYS THINK THEYRE THE BOMB 'CUZ THEY REMIND THEM OF THEIR MOM!!!!!
(THERES ANOTHER VERSE I FORGOT.)
by Superchic(k) (barlow girls, is the title)
and.....
HE WAS A SK8TER BOI SHE SAID SEE YA LATER BOI! SHE HAD A PRETTY FACE BUT HER HEAD WAS UP IN SPACE SHE HAD TA COME BACK DOWN TO EARTH!!!!
HE WAS A BOY, AND SHE WAS GIRL, CAN I MAKE IT ANY MORE OBVIOUS! HE WAS A PUNK, AND SHE DID BALLET, WHAT MORE CAN I SAY! HE WANTED HER AND SHE'D NEVER TELL SECRETLY SHE WANTED HIM AS WELL! BUT ALL OF HER FRIENDS STUCK UP THEIR NOSE THEY HAD A PROBLEM WITH HIS CLOTHES!
HE WAS A SK8TER BOI SHE SAID SEE YA LATER BOI! SHE HAD A PRETTY FACE BUT HER HEAD WAS UP IN SPACE SHE HAD TA COME BACK DOWN TO EARTH!!!!
10 YEARS FROM NOW SHE SITS AT HOME FEEDIN' THE BABIES SHES ALL ALONE TURNS ON THE TV GUESS WHO SHE SEES? SK8TER BOI'S ON ON MTV! SHE CALLS UP HER FRIENDS, THEY ALREADY KNOW AND THEY ALL HAVE TICKETS TO SEE THE SHOW SHE TAGS ALONG...(I FORGET THIS PART)
HE WAS A SK8TER BOI SHE SAID SEE YA LATER BOI! SHE HAD A PRETTY FACE BUT HER HEAD WAS UP IN SPACE SHE HAD TA COME BACK DOWN TA EARTH!!!! (SK8TER BOI, IFFEN U DUNNO WHO WROTE THIS YOURE UP IN SPACE!)

MY FAVORITE SONGS EVER!!!!!!!!

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Subject: *a squirrelmaid enters and walks slowly over to sit by the fire*


Author:
Lavender Breeze
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Date Posted: 19:05:43 10/21/02 Mon
Tis cold tonight, reminds me of a night seasons ago...

A young mousemaid sat watching the sun set over the far shore of the sea far to the west. As she stood there, watching the sun gradually sink beneath the sea-level, and the sky darken, she sang a beautiful song in a voice purer and lovelier than that of any bird.

“Softly and gently, beyond the shore,
Is a land where the free beasts roam,
I shall journey to that land one day,
And find a place to call my home.”

As the young creature stared out across, over the vast sea, the other good creatures that lived in the slave-pen listened. One greying hogwife felt a tear emerge from her eye and fall silently down her cheek as she listened to the young mousemaid’s beautiful song. It resonated through the air and a sense of calm and peace descended on the ragged and emaciated creatures that lived in the pen. A thin old mouse called to the young mousemaid,
“Come along Ania, warm yourself by the fire, you’ll catch your death of cold, as lovely as your singing is.”
“Aye matey,” agreed a nearby thin and yet brawny otter, “you have a voice sweet’ern the lark, young Ania.” The mousemaid sat down and smiled gently at the otter,
“I thank you for your compliment, Tawny, but how can a good singing voice help any of us?”
“A lot of good, young Ania,” chirped in the old mouse, “it raises our spirits and gives us a sense of peace in our hearts.”
“Aye, that it does,” agreed a nearby sturdy hogmaid named Valwen, “your voice cheers my spirit in a way I can’t describe Ania, gives me a sense of hope.” Ania simply smiled gently back and hugged her knees as she stared into the small fire.
“Have some soup, love, it’ll warm you up,” the old greying hogwife said, pushing a bowl into her shivering paws. Ania took it slowly and sighed.
“Thank you, Larlie, and all of you; you’ve been such good friends to me through all that’s happened recently.” The swirled the soup around in the bowl with the wooden spoon and took a mouthful. She looked up when she felt a paw on her shoulder.
“Ania, tis hard matey, to lose a loved one, I shoulder know, these dirty, thieving vermin worked my sister t’death, she died a season before you arrived little one. Your Mama dying was a tragic thing, but she’ll always be in your heart, matey.” The young mousemaid felt tears coming to her eyes as she stared into Tawny’s honest face, and before she could stop herself, she demolished into sobs in Tawny’s paws, as he stroked her head fur gently.
“Easy now, lass, tears will never bring her back,” the old mouse said, touching her paw gently. Ania got up, and nodded at the elderly mouse,
“You’re right Isaac; I’ll live this day for Mother, and free us all from the cruelty of Lord Darlion and his evil daughter Nightshade.” The old mouse smiled at the fire in her eyes,
“You have a fighter’s spirit Ania; you will be a fine warrior one day.” The young mousemaid smiled gently back at the old mouse and hunkered down, staring into the fire. The fire danced her eyes as she gazed into the leaping flames.
“One day.”

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Subject: My poem called ' one day'


Author:
Chestnut
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Date Posted: 15:51:46 10/14/02 Mon
One will travel by land,
and he is surely wise,
one will travle by sea,
saling to the sun rise.

One will weep,
the other wail,
to try and follow
the others trail.

Together they will find
each other,
one day,
a long time,
a longe way away.

Written by Chestnut

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Subject: a pretty squirrelmaid with Honey eyes and Amber ur walks in arrying a large leatherbound volume.She sits down in an armchair and starts to read one of her entries in her heart.


Author:
Honeydew Sunset
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Date Posted: 18:45:33 09/30/02 Mon
The volume is full of her neat handwriting.

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Subject: Oo...The Fireside. I'm not that good at stories...so I'll try a poem.


Author:
Quin
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Date Posted: 14:01:52 03/31/02 Sun
Perfect Harmony

Sit upon the grassy ledge,
And look up at the night.
You blink and they blink right back,
stars forever bright.

The rustle of leaves upon the trees
as the cool wind blows,
combines with the rhythmic sound
as the river trickles and flows.

The slight aroma of fresh air
together with the birds
who chirp throughout the day and night,
and sing sweet and simple words.

Sounds echoing in your ears,
dig into your memory.
All these together create
perfect harmony.


I think it turned out pretty good...so whatja all think? *awaits comments and 'constructive criticism' patiently*

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Subject: hey, read it


Author:
Torleep
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Date Posted: 06:00:20 09/29/02 Sun
Three things for badger-kings under the sky
Seven for the abbey-dwellers in their halls of stone
Nine for searats doomed to die
One for the pine marten on his throne
In the land of Sampetra where shadows lie
One thing to rule them all, one thing to find them
One thing to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the land of Sampetra where shadows lie
The Lord of the Things
Prologue
Forged in Salamandastron when the world was at peace and war was seen nowhere, the things were created as a sign of friendship. There were four different kinds. Nine of one kind, which were for the chosen searats, seven of another kind, for the choses abbey-dwellers, three of the third kind, for chosen badgers and one of the final kind, given to a Gaugeron, a marlfox.
But Gaugeron could see the potential power within the things, and he did not like to see them being wasted. He was selfish and power hungry, and knew that if he gave the things power, he could have that which he yearned for.
So he enchanted the things, giving his the most power, making it more powerful than all of the others combined. This had effects on the owners of the other things. The nine searats became his slaves, the seven abbey-dwellers became crazed fools and the three badgers began yearning for the one thing, and could barely control their craving.
Gaugeron’s thing was much better. He enchanted it so that if one believed greatly in its power, it would give them great power, but if not, an evil being would be transformed into a snake while wearing it, while a pure being would become an extremely powerful badger.
Soon after the enchantment, a great war broke out at Salamandastron. Gaugeron had begun his plight to own the whole world. His army held the upper hand until his hand was severed by a mouse. The mouse took the thing from the hand. The army of Salamandastron now turned the tables, with the enemy leaderless, after Gaugeron fled without the thing. The mouse then had the opportunity to destroy the thing while the enemy was weakened, though his mind was held by its beauty, and he did not destroy it. He was later killed by a follower of Gaugeron, who then took the ring and used its power to become a snake and destroy and plunder the land. But he made the mistake of attacking a shrew camp, led by a fierce Log-a-Log. During the ensuing fight, the snake/searats tail was sliced off and, along with it, the thing. The searat slunk off into the woods, with only a stump left. The thing remained where it fell, being covered by seasons of dust, dirt and paw prints, until it was unwillingly and accidentally discovered by a shrew...

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Subject: Something sweet.


Author:
Tigerlily Fierceclaw
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Date Posted: 21:39:51 10/05/02 Sat
The other day I came across a really sweet story that I think shows how much we shouldn't judge people by the way that they look. I'll put it in a reply.

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Subject: Friend?


Author:
Willow
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Date Posted: 20:03:15 10/11/02 Fri
This is a poem i wrote.

You were my friend.
What did i do?
Why do you hate me?
I know you talk about me,
People tell me.
If you didn't like me you only had to say.
Instead of acting like a psycho
And making me feel like dirt.
You had no right to do that.
Who do you think you are?


Its about a girl at my school. She used to like me but now she hates me and has done an Anikin Skywalker and gone over to the dark, (Popular) side.

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Subject: a story!


Author:
Truffen
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Date Posted: 18:37:38 10/05/02 Sat
A story about a squirrel!

There was a squirrel once, who lived in Redwall Abbey. Redwall fell under vermin attack, a really big horde of nasty weasels and ferrets and foxes. The leaders were 2 weasels and 2 ferrets. the weasels were Sammie and Sam, both were black, with gold-dyed paws and tails. the ferrets were Tori and Mike. Tori and Mike were light-brown w/ green nasty eyes. The squirrel's name was Elisabethe, and her best friend was a small, annoying otter named Chelsea. Elisabethe was a tall-ish redgold squirrel who wore a plain white tunic. (dresses are boring.) Chelsea was dark brown and wore a dark green tunic. The hordes of Sammie, Sam, Tori, and Mike were pretty strong and feirce. Redwall was didn't have a champion, and Abbot Raymond was NOT a warrior, in any way, shape, or form. He was simply funny.

Our story starts in Redwall, under attack from big fire bales being thrown in.
Dibbun #1: OH NO! MY TRIFLE BURNT UP!!
Elisabethe: heres another one.
Dibbun #2: I wanna fight!
Chelsea: Well, you can't
Elisabethe: Chelsea, remind me WHY we can't fight?
Chelsea: Uhh, because we're irresponsible, immature, thieves, annoying, untrustable, Um, thats it.
Elisabethe: Thats unfair.
Dibbun #1: I'm Hungry.
Chelsea: that's life.
OUTSIDE:
Tori: Remind me WHY we want that squirrel?
Mike: because shes funny.
Sam: and that is why...
Sammie: This sucks. I'm bored.
Mike: Redwall is almost defeated.
Sammie: why do we need Redwall, again?
Mike: to live in. And you all remember Elisabethe, Chelsea and Raymond, how funny and entertaining they are.
Captain #1: hey Mike, sir, are we almost done?
Mike: nearly, Joe.
Captain #1: okeydoke.
Tori: Well, Troi, that traitor is in Redwall, I'm gonna kill her, haha.

OK IF U LIKE THIS STORY TELL ME I'LL CONTINUE IT!!!!!

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Subject: a tribute to a bad school


Author:
truffen
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Date Posted: 19:17:57 10/04/02 Fri
i hate
school
and the
freaks
in it
.
i wish
i
could be
in
charge of
my
school because
i'd expel
a
lot of
kids

ok, its whiny negative and trashy I DONT CARE im happier

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Subject: Hello!! My story got erased...


Author:
Demora
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Date Posted: 22:38:40 09/20/02 Fri
But I've just finished writing it and now it's all ready! Here it is.

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Subject: Orders


Author:
Willow
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Date Posted: 17:26:34 10/03/02 Thu
Right. I've had enough of what i write for myself. Order a story, poem, song, whatever. You can trust me to make up character or give me spesifications(sp).

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Subject: Story back cover dialogue


Author:
Waterlily
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Date Posted: 22:12:07 09/01/02 Sun
From across the the seas, from the Periwinkle come a mousemaid and her mother on a quest. From the fire mountain come 40 of 50 fighting hares. Rayn Slyeyes takes advantage of this and attacks the mountain leaving only Lord Ironstripe and 10 hares to guard it. And from the Abbey, Redwall, there are three beginings, a marriage, a birth, and a quest.

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Subject: *sits down on a chair and sigh*


Author:
Quickpaw
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Date Posted: 00:12:52 10/01/02 Tue

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Subject: A yuky d&d story


Author:
oarpaw
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Date Posted: 22:57:07 09/30/02 Mon
Some evil charicters where going through a dungon, and they saw this guy. He started burning holes in them and stuff, but it turned out to be an illusion. then all of these people with HUGE crossbows started shooting the villans, and impaling them. I had to leave before the end tho. so i didn't see how it turned out.

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Subject: The tall squirrel limps in.


Author:
sethen treestreak
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Date Posted: 21:27:18 09/26/02 Thu
"I've just made up a poem,here goes
Peace is better than war,
For fighting and dying is sutch a bore, but to me,peace is a wonderful thing,
to have a war is to play with life on the end of a string."
takes a breath,"For me,I like fighting,and creating poems."

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Subject: Walks in and sits down in a chair next to the fire place.....


Author:
Richard
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Date Posted: 20:42:08 09/25/02 Wed
A squirrel walks in and sits down in a chair next to the fire place, looking tired from his long journey he falls asleep in his chair.

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