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Date Posted: 18:16:41 03/04/04 Thu
In reply to:
Freeda
's message, "Another story!" on 18:29:44 02/28/04 Sat
Meanwhile deeper in Mossflower
Deep in Mossflower, Captain Grang was in a rage. When he was like this, his emerald eyes would glint and turn a fiery red. His paws would clench and unclench themselves. If anyone annoyed him the whole camp would know about it, his screaming and shouting could probably be heard all over Mossflower.
He was well dressed for a weasel, wearing a red cloak covered in beautiful gold embroidered stars. He eyed the wimpering mob before him dangerously. " You sniveling wretches can't even kill one lone fox. Great assasins you said, no problem sir you said! What do you take me for? A fool?"
"No sir." replied the mob's leader, "We were atacked before we could get at 'er."
"By who?"
"Them treewhallopers, the Oak Tribe. They attacked us and took 'er away." He was visably shaking.
Grang nodded. He had heard of the legendary Oak tribe, strong warriors, fierce and merciless to vermin like themselves.
"Well, you know what you must do to redeem yourself, Scrag."
"What sir?" replied the stoat.
"Find her dead or alive. I don't care, how you get her just make sure she dies before she says anything!" He bellowed.
Scrag and his pack fled. They must find Varsa, they would face an ugly fate if they failed.
Weary and paw - sore, Scrag and his pack ambled through Mossflower woods heading North. The flowers drooped sadly but the trees were alive with small mamals trying to make their homes. Varsa seemed to diappear into thin air, no tracks, nothing that could lead them to where she was. Scrag had to get as far away from Grang as he could. His runners were up ahead scouting the area for a safe place to sleep. Not that Scrag would sleep, Grang was known for torturing those who failed him. If he was caught, Srag would face a slow and painful death. He had seen what had happened to Sludgesnout, the leader of the Vermin Quarter. He was tied to a tree, jabbed with knives, rapiers and other sharp objects. Then he was...........
"Sir?"
"What?"
"We're 'ear Sir."
"Where?"
They were standing in front of a hollow tree trunk surrounded by various bushes and shrubs. Scrag grunted his approval.
"It'll 'ave to do."
Sleeping that night was impossible for Scrag. Not only was he cold and weary but he was terrified, terrified of what Captain Grang would do to him. He made a vow to himself that night. He'd find Varsa dead or alive, he'd find her and silence her before she told those treewhallopers anything..............
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