| Subject: Chapter 3, BTW does anyone like me story? |
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Shyla
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Date Posted: 17:14:22 07/02/03 Wed
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's message, "I'm posting my story finally" on 19:07:38 06/25/03 Wed
“Take them back to the camp!” the ferret ordered. The weasel named Screwtail nodded towards the ferret and then he and the other weasel seized the two otters. Mika, who was now shaking, yielded immediately, while Shlya started kicking at her captors; but she soon ceased after a few prods of a spear from the fox. The captives were led deeper into Mossflower, to a place where they had never been before. The weasels halted near a grove of very thick, tall trees. “This is their camp?” Shyla wondered to her herself, “I see nothing but trees.” The fox began examining each tree that was in a certain row, examining as if he were searching for some special marking. “Aha!” he said when he found one that had a tiny knot its side, that wasn’t noticeable unless you knew what to look for. He led the way now, on a path that you could only see once you had found the knot. After walking a little ways, Shlya was amazed to see that concealed within the grove there was a fort.
The fox knocked on a door in the short wall surrounding the fort. A panel at the top slid open, only for a second, to reveal a pair of eyes before it closed again. The door opened and the fox was greeted by a pine marten asking about orders from Razorclaw. “That must be the ferret that we saw back there,” Shyla thought. “Screwtail! Grisclaw!” the fox commanded the weasels, “Show our guests their new quarters.” “With pleasure,” Grisclaw said, with an evil smile from ear to ear.
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