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Subject: What about a play?


Author:
Swiftstream
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Date Posted: 04:15:47 01/02/03 Thu
Can we do a play? With lancepaw's permission of course.

If so I would like to be director and I'd like to do it on a book say The Lord of the Rings or something.

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Subject: Boredom, So I'll torture you all.


Author:
Lyra forteque
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Date Posted: 18:33:03 03/09/03 Sun
I'm writing book. I think its like 5o pages long now, if I post it here chapter at a time, will any one read it? I think I may've once, but never finished it.

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Subject: A story, from me.


Author:
Dartpaw
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Date Posted: 21:04:22 03/19/03 Wed
Martin the warrior had walked down the great hall, and the creatures there were sewing the start of a tapestry which will enlighten the creatures and have a great masterpiece to put on the wall for all creatures to see.
He walked up to the dormitories and ran into gonff.

'Whoops, pardon me, Martin... say matey where are you off to in such a hurry?'
'I'm not sure I just felt excited, something came over me and I just had to go to the dormitories it seemed like something was calling me.'
'Calling you, hmm... you are a strange mouse martin but since you hung up your sword you have become strange and cryptic, with all these riddles, and visions'
'I know, I have been off lately, Since I have gave up the warriors spirit I have been pacing more often.'

As they were finished talking martin went to his dormitory.
His sword was hanging there over the bed, it reminded him of his father and how he missed him.
He then realized his sword was glowing strangely... he picked up the sword and swiped the air a few times.
He could sense something in the room with him, he then saw
a glowing face looking at him right out of the air.
He swung at the mysterious face and then it disappeared and the sword stopped glowing...

'What in the name of Mossflower was that!!??'
The face reappeared and started talking 'You have been a hero here and became famous Mouse.. but how about trying it in another world!' the face laughed evilly and vanished.
He then noticed the room was spinning and he was getting dizzy.. what was that face and why did it say that!? it looked kind of like a stoat, or a mouse... couldn't tell.
But martin felt as light as a feather and he closed his eyes to stop the nausea and he opened them.

He was standing on a cement walkway, and around strange buildings he had never seen before some were large and some were not... and he noticed a weird looking creature walking by he had no fur on his face only on the top of his head, and was wearing weird clothes and he didn't want to get started with the feet.
'Woah... cool costume dude!'
'What do you mean? What are you,' martin pointed his sword at him.
'Woah easy with that, you could hurt someone... but gnarly threads.'
Martin put away his sword and as the man walked away.
As he walked down the street strange creatures were giving him dirty looks and some were just running away from him, he didn't belong here and Martin was bewildered, some weird force had taken him to a strange scary world... the scariest world of all... Our world!

To be continued

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Subject: Story request.


Author:
Dartpaw
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Date Posted: 20:01:04 03/11/03 Tue
I am thinking of writing a story but I'm not sure what it will be about (Not like I ever finish them anyway ^__^)
So you guys can give me Ideas and I may be able to make them into a story.
Any ideas?

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Subject: Juar the brave walks in. She waves to those who didn't know she had returned.* Hey everyone!


Author:
Juar the brave
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Date Posted: 22:51:35 03/04/03 Tue
I'm going to tell my story about my journey around mossflower. It will be long so listen up!

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Subject: I have a poem its called The World


Author:
Flamearrow
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Date Posted: 21:03:00 03/08/03 Sat
I don't know if it is good, but its something

There is a world just for me
That you have eve seen, or maybe never will see
The world that I dream is full of happness
The world I'm in is a cruel hearted place

This world that I'm in is such a horibble place
Full of death, evil, lies, creul deeds
This world is something that is a nightmare
But its not a dream, its real

The world that I dream about is better
Happness, love, and hope is at every corner
No one crys, lies, and no one is hated
This world is full of peace and harmony

I wish that I was in that world
But I'm not
One day I will be in that world
For now I'm stuck in the real world

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Subject: *A squirrel maid looks around* Sunfur? Are you here?


Author:
Rebma Nwad Koawood
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Date Posted: 13:51:07 03/10/03 Mon
*The squirrelmaid sighs as she looks for her friend* Oh drat! Sunfur has to be here somewhere.

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Subject: I saw all of the things people printed here and I thought I would show y'all some of my poetry. This one isn't sad or anything, it is actually quite funny. Read it if you don't mind and tell me what you think.


Author:
Tessa Rianstar
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Date Posted: 01:03:07 03/07/03 Fri
Tinum (Tin-um) and the Lie that was Told

The year was young
the world was old
in the time of Tinum.
Whose courage and strength
the world renown
seemed always to cause a problem.

One day in spring,
as if by chance
a young girl came a running.
To his door,
she called him for
to come to her father’s aid.

Unknown to him for he was kind
the girl was such a liar.
And all her bad misdeeds and such
were to raise her ranking higher.

She called Tinum to the castle
where bearded men were waiting
to test his strength (and courage too)
and then later eliminating.

All the while Tinum thought
he was going to help a damsel.
And as they rode he made a plan
to yell and storm the castle.

When Tinum arrived at the castle gates
the men jumped in front of him.
One attacked so he returned to the fight
and from there it was chain reaction.

He proved to the men that he was strong
And beat all the men who challenged.
It was then that the girl decided to leave
before she could be acknowledged.

It was at that time that he inquired
where the damsel had gotten.
He had many a question to ask her he did
Before they be forgotten.

And knowing not the damsel’s name
how could he search for her?
She had ran away
for fear of his might,
that he might try to harm her.

Of course, the thought never crossed his mind,
but rumors had been spread
of a nasty fighter of miraculous strength
that brought the people dread.

The girl had ran to the castle next
to ask for their protection
to protect her from the awful beast
which cause a jerk reaction.

The lord of the manor
called to his maids
”Lock down the doors
pull down the shades.
An evil man from who knows where
has come to town
giving her a scare.

He will come here next
you mark my words
batten down the hatches
count all the herds.

Get ready for battle
with this fiendish fiend.
He’s the evilest person
you have ever seen. “

Next came a knock
at the castle door
which only scared them
even more than before.

A servant called out
”Ho there, who are you? “
Our hero replied
”What is it to you? “

”Your doors are all locked
the windows shut tight.
Is there something amiss
on this cold winter night? “

”A stranger like you,
from land far away
is out scaring ladies
in this country today.
If you be a friend
come in, but make haste.
Hurry if you’re coming
there’s no time to waste.

If you be a foe
it is time that you go,
if you be the man
run away while you can. “

”I’ll come in if you let me
I’ve had quite a scare too.
I’ve had to defend me
from up of 22.

They were all large
with beards long and hairy.
And a damsel was with them
be cautious and weary.

For she was a liar
she tricked me to go.
Being a gentlemen
I couldn’t say no.

She told me her castle
had been overrun.
Almost to tears, she was
when she was done.

She had tricked me to go
my strength for to test.
But the men could not beat me
I’m the best of the best.

She then proceeded
to run out with fright.
Now I’m trying to find her
on this cold winter night. “

”Well sir, I am sorry
I know not what to say.
We’ve seen no maidens
around here today. “

Dear reader you know
as I also do
that this man was lying
oh what could he do?

As poor Tinum wondered
where the maiden had gone
he looked up at the sky
and the oncoming dawn.

A window flew open
as the sun rose.
And as Tinum watched
out stuck a nose.

Along came the face
then the rest of the head
and then the girl fainted
as if she was dead.

For she had seen Tinum
standing alone in the snow.
She knew she was guilty
and he would also.

After being awakened
she came with no fight
and confessed to her lying
with witnesses in sight.

She told how she wanted
to be princess or queen.
And she thought she’d get rid of
the strong man that she’d seen.

She thought he would foil
her well-thought evil plan
because Tinum was known
as a kind, caring man.

When she was finished
a knight took her hand
sentenced helping the poor
and working the land.

Tinum knew that his job
was done (and well too).
He decided to travel
and find something to do.

This may have gone on
hundreds of years ago
but it gave us a lesson
we surely should know.

To lie is to trouble,
best leave it alone
you need not its company
you’re better off on your own.

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Subject: Spread Our Wings: A Poem


Author:
Retina
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Date Posted: 19:16:13 03/05/03 Wed

Spread Our Wings (also entitled: Upon a Time)

Upon a time, we were naive,
We hoped and then we dreamed
Of success and a perfect life,
And we'd have a happy ending.

Upon a time, we were young,
And dreaming was the key
That would bring you happiness,
And open your eyes to see.

But where did the hope go?
Wishing, where did that lead?
Death, dark, destruction, doom,
Where's the happy ending?

Souls locked away with no key;
Our wings are chained and scarred.
Promises are only debts unpaid,
And our innocence is marred.

Upon a time, seems like yesterday,
We wanted to grow up and be 'free'.
Have a perfect spouse, perfect house,
And two adorable, angel babies.

Dreams and hopes, so young and pure,
Perhaps with these, salvation lies.
And maybe dreams, wishes, and hopes,
Will let up spread our wings and fly.


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Subject: Hidden: A Poem


Author:
Retina
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Date Posted: 20:23:57 03/03/03 Mon
Note: Purely by inspiration, I say. Hope you understand it, and hope you like.


Hidden (also entitled: Paint a Portrait)

Paint a portrait of the girl,
Whose smile is vacant as sky,
As she sits next to the window,
Staring into hopeless dreams.

Paint a portrait of the boy,
Who keeps a contented face.
And inside, the smile is faint,
And echos of infinite sadness.

Paint a portrait of the girl,
Who fights to keep a bitter glare,
As she drowns into the silence of night,
Hiding behind her defense walls.

Paint a portrait of the boy,
Who smiles and laughs cheerily,
Ignoring the hurt others bring,
As he nods and lets life move on.

Paint a portrait of the truth,
Of the feeling and dept inside,
That is veiled by face expression,
And hidden by external masks.



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Subject: "It;s been about a year now... Hasn't it?"


Author:
Zach uth Brightblade
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Date Posted: 23:12:18 02/20/03 Thu
"I joined about a year ago, now... And I posted a story then. It was a fairly sad story, but, if anyone would listen, I'll tell it oce again, now that it's longer."

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Subject: Teaser: One Love


Author:
Rosella Guillemoss
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Date Posted: 20:03:49 02/16/03 Sun
Here's a little teaser thingy-ma-bobber on a book/story that I'm writing. How's it sound?


"A breeze flowed calmly through the light morning air. The faint trill of birdsong could be heard in the woods. The grass flowed and rippled as waves roll and break. Rosebeam smiled happily. This day could not be more complete."
But there was more to come. Before the day was over, a ruthless weasel would sweep through the woodlands, intent on conquering all. Ren Var would take all that goodbeasts held dear: freedom. But he would hide this from a young maiden, a babe in fact. He would raise her, and she would trust him.

But as Dahlia grew, she grew more beautiful, stronger, and wiser; and she began to ask questions. What ever happened to her real family? Why do no other beasts seem to enjoy life as she does? Why are others so bitter towards her? Who is this young male squirrel, and why is he so bitter? And the most mysterious of all, what are the tattoos on her hand, and what do they mean?


It's a little rough, and actually might change with the story...but anyways, what do you think?

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Subject: The haremaid comes in and sits down with a big volume and starts writing, her tongue sticking out of the side of her mouth, with a quill and ink pot


Author:
Southpaw Evenstar
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Date Posted: 13:05:49 12/19/02 Thu
She suddenly looks up from her special armchair and grins "I`m gonna start a story with the Fort members and it promises to be a good one!!!

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Subject: Here it is, my story. Prepare for action, suspense, joy, sorrow, romance, etc.


Author:
Var Darkstern
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Date Posted: 21:41:41 02/25/03 Tue

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Subject: Beginning of a story


Author:
C.C.
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Date Posted: 22:04:11 02/25/03 Tue
OOC: I got an idea for a story a while ago, and I'd like to know if it's any good at all. Could you guys appraise this for me? I'm rather new at serious stories...

"Hello? Can I come in, I think it's going to storm soon!"
Nightbloom looked up from her sobs with a start. She had thought no one knew of her hiding place. "Depends on who you are," came her half-choked voice. "If you're anyone I know, then no. Go away before I have to kill you."
The otter outside the door winced, and spoke again with a nervous tone. "Well, I don't think we know each other but I've seen you coming and going from the banks here occasionaly. You looked very lonely."
"Tell me who you are!" Nightbloom demanded.
"Er...I'm called Sarzha. I'm from the village across the stream...and it's going to start raining any second now!"
Well, he doesn't sound dangerous. I may as well. He's seen me before he says...and how did he know this tree was hollow? Curiosity overcame the maiden, and she wiped away her forgotten tears to let the stranger in. Thunder rolled in the distance and water began to fall from the sky.

Questions about the characters ans such and suggestions for plotline are welcome, I'm still trying to develope the story. Criticism is welcome, and thanks!

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Subject: Okay,this is my first time,so...


Author:
Tanaka
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Date Posted: 15:48:22 02/22/03 Sat
For some of you,Tanaka is a friend.For others,you don't know her.No one really truely knows her past.Her past is too long to put on the biography pages,so,I've written it and turned it into a story.There are 2 stories,one of her past,and the other of the present and future.The first one is entitled,"Open Sea,Open Sky."The second currently has no title.I hope you enjoy "Open Sea,Open Sky!"It's a tale of honesty and trechary,love and hatred,fun and suffering.This story envolves the fort and it's members.So,enjoy!The first part is called,"Trust,"The second is called,"Betrayl,"and the final part is called,"Wanderer's End."You like,you buy,you try?

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Subject: Starting a new story...The chapters in the begining are sortof short.


Author:
Waterlily Violetsling
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Date Posted: 16:52:08 02/01/03 Sat
AUTO-BIOGRAPHY OF WATERLILY VIOLETSLING


Chapter 1 in next post

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Subject: Endure


Author:
Retina
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Date Posted: 14:09:28 02/23/03 Sun


Endure

Dedicated to Southpaw Evenstar for all your wonderful comments on my poetry, and also The Alliance Saga. Much thanks.

In life, we endure much pain;
We hurt, but then we heal.
With each batch of fear and anger,
Joy and hope we also feel.

Tears can always flow freely,
You can always sob when you cry.
But time is a subtle healer,
And soon, your tears will dry.

For pain, there is a remedy,
For each wrong, there is a right.
Hope will always follow despair,
At the end of all tunnels is light.

Un the beginning, wounds will sting.
The pain then after shall slow.
Life will continue and move on,
And your tears will refuse to flow.


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Subject: Emotion: A Poem


Author:
Retina Klesittan
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Date Posted: 14:27:52 02/18/03 Tue
Emotion

Crying too much is dangerous,
But crying too little is, too.
Hidden feelings will eat away,
Feeding on regret and rue.

You know when I smile and I laugh,
Those smiles of sadness and fear.
If my mask broke, and my grief revealed,
Would you know where fell my tears?

Let me tell you that joy is empty,
Fright and misery are, as well.
Raw hatred burns, and anger sting,
And they blaze through our fragile shells.

Emotions are as blank as dark,
Simple words on the tongue is all.
Friendship is a mere promise;
Would you catch me if I fall?

I smile when the pain is searing,
I laugh when I'm bitter and used.
I can teach you about tears of joy,
And the feelings I have confused.

Because no one is always happy,
And not always sad when they cry.
Time will pass, and life will move on;
These tears will eventually dry.


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Subject: OK.....


Author:
Ceili Treeglider
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Date Posted: 22:44:34 02/18/03 Tue
I made a storyteller alt, because you'd have a hard time reading a Soilflicker story. So, um, Chapter one of The Seer's Curse to follow.

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Subject: The Alliance Saga: Novel


Author:
Retina
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Date Posted: 20:36:34 12/28/02 Sat
All vermins hordes, corsairs, and Juska clans have made an alliance; an agreement. And if they are to survive the onslaught of war, all goodbeast groups must bond together, or fall to their doom.

A Series. No connect to the Interactive Story whatsoever. Prologue in following reply.

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Subject: Finally,


Author:
Corrin
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Date Posted: 15:43:38 02/20/03 Thu
I thought up a topic for a story, It doesn't really happen here, well,some of does, in Mossflower I mean. Well here goes.

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Subject: **the tall otter slides up, sits down by the fire and begins to write....**


Author:
Zyrian Iceblade
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Date Posted: 11:59:26 02/10/03 Mon
OOC:This is my bio/ish/thing an' its pretty long, leastaways what I've written so far.. Ahem.../OOC

Zyrian Iceblade trudged up the stairs, a horde of raucous Dibbuns trailing closely behind. " Doos us hafta go to bed, maister Zywen?" They asked, almost in tears. Zyrian chuckled as he herded the Dibbuns into their dorms. "Can oo teww us a stowy? Pweeeze?" they chorused. "Den us go abed!" they added. Zyrian laughed at their desperate attempts to stay up late. "Ok then likkle 'uns! But 'twon't be too long, though. Zyrian agreed. The Dibbuns shouted in glee. "Ok, ok. Here goes. Our story begins by the Northern Shores by Salamandastron. A very long time ago, there was a young weasel whose name was Firestone Iceblade. He lived with his father, Tyrin Iceblade, the leader of the Juska Clan. Not too much longer, Tyrin fell wounded in battle. This is where our story begins...

Firestone threw open the tent flaps to his father's tent. The old Seer Zri Lanka approached him with a solemn face. " Heed what I say, O Young One, thy father hath a deep wound to his chest. It is close to his heart. I'm afraid he-" She began. "ZRI!! SILENCE, YOU OLD FOOL!" Tyrin roared at the Seer. His voice softened as he cried out. " Firestone, is that you? Speak to me, my son. Speak to me!" Firestone called back. "Father, its me, I'm here!" Firestone jogged over to his Father's bed, where Tyrin lay moaning. As he approached, Tyrin grinned lopsidedly. "M-my son...listen to me.. you m-must take my...place as leader of the...clan." He whispered, moaning in pain. "Zri ! Get in here you worthless bit of jetsam!" He bellowed. Zri scrambled over, plowing Firestone over. "Y-yes, Milord?" She asked timidly. Tyrin rolled over on his side. " G-give the lad my... armour and... cloak." He growled at the hapless vixen. Zri Lanka dug through Tyrin' s closet until she found his purple and orange cloak and chain mail. She handed it to Firestone. "Good...well? Put it on... my son! I...want to.. see you...in my likeness." He gasped excitedly. Firestone donned the armour and cloak, swirling the beautiful fabric over his shoulders. He strapped Tyrin 's helmet, the silver one with the gold spike upon it, on his head. Tyrin grinned at him. "Good...good ..very nice...my son" He whispered as Firestone rotated slowly on the spot. Firestone held his father's hand as he began to quiver. Suddenly, Tyrin 's hand got ice cold. "Milord ?" Zri asked, concerned. 'Leave me, old one!" Firestone cried. Zri Lanka understood. As she left the tent, she could see tear's in the weasel's eyes. Tyrin the Great had died.

The next week, Firestone sat in his tent, pondering the fate of the clan. There had been rumors of a stirring rebellion. A soft knock on the tent flap jerked him into wakefulness. "Come in!" He snapped as Zri stepped inside. " Milord, more information about the Rebellion." She whispered, trembling under his wilting gaze. "State it, fool, or begone from my presence" he growled. Zri was taken aback. Could this be the same weasel that was just last week considered
a "young 'un"? Firestone must have noticed her pause for he shouted. "Well? TELL ME, YOU WORTHLESS, THICKSKULLED TOAD!!" He struck her a resounding blow across her back. Zri cowered. "Forgive me, Milord!" she whimpered. "I shall tell thee mine news!" Firestone set down his weapon. " Very well, Seer, what is it?" he asked. Zri kneeled in front of him. "Milord, I never would have believed it if I hadn't seen it with mine own eyes. A group of Rebels are planning to kill you, unless you find a decent Taggerung. They murdered a Loyalist Juska and tortured another! It was awful, Milord! They were-" Zri wailed. Firestone cut her off. "Shut your whining face, vixen! I know fair well what they did. A Loyalist messenger reported it to me!" he snapped bitterly, kicking the Seer. Zri' s eyes widened. "Y-you do, Milord? Then you must know who hath done this horrible act?" she asked wisely. Firestone shot her a poisonous look. "No, Seer, why? " he inquired. The Seer trembled. "Milord, 'twas Roanblade and Redpaw! They did it! They killed them!" She screamed, going into a seizure. "Get up, fool!" Firestone spat at the quivering vixen. "Listen to me, dunderhead, I want those two in my paws, alive!" He grabbed her by the front of her cloak. Understand?" The vixen nodded dumbly. Firestone set her on the ground and gave her a kick that sent her sprawling through the door. Firestone walked back to his desk, to think of what to do with the murderers.

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Subject: This Story I Wrote Made Myself Sad!!!


Author:
Quincila Awbern
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Date Posted: 17:53:33 02/16/03 Sun
This is the Woodland Legend I sent in last night. I think it deserves a nice home in the fireside..... Tell me how you like it!! I think there's aleast one beast who knows where I got the characters from..... (^__~)

Redwall's Romeo and Juliet


Once, a long time ago in the time of Kotir, lived two lovers: a pretty squirrel named Rosetree and a handsome hare called Riku. Rosetree lived in a castle up stream (River Moss) from Riku's father's fort. Rosetree and Riku would always meet in the middle of the trail to each other's dwelling. Rosetree's father, King Earleaf, ruler of his castle, found out about Rosetree and Riku. King Earleaf did not like the idea of Rosetree and Riku together because they were different species. "But father," Rosetree protested, "it does not matter about what a beast looks like..... Inside, everybeast is like the other, same species or not." King Earleaf did not listen to his daughter, but just warned Rosetree not to see Riku again. For many weeks, the two beasts Rosetree and Riku did not see each other. They were both heart broken and lonely. One night, Riku wanted to see his love atleast one last time. He snuck out and half way up the trail, he met Rosetree. "Rosetree!" the happy hare cried. "I thought I'd never see you again!" Rosetree replied, "I am glad we can see together at this time!" Unfortunality, King Earleaf saw them, and rushed up. "What are you doing, Rosetree??" he screamed. Rosetree stepped up and said, "I love Riku, and you must accept that!" King Earleaf pointed at the hare and cried, "That beast? A hare?" "Yes, and you must accept that! I love Riku and Riku loves me!" Rosetree repeated. "I am your father, Rosetree," King Earleaf roared, "and I demand you never see him again!" "No, father! I will not do as you wish!" Rosetree protested. King Earleaf drew his dagger and snarled, "I warned you, you stupid girl!" He thrusted the dagger at her, but Riku jumpped in front. "Rosetree!" The handsome hare falls, his side bleeding. "Riku!" Rosetree screamed and dropped next to her boyfriend, and shivered in tears. "Riku! No!" She rested his head on her knee. "Riku....." The wounded hare looked into her eys. "Rosetree, where ever I am, I will always love you deep in my heart....." Riku's voice would go faint, and his eyes closed. Rosetree stood up in front of her father. "Why? Why father, why couldn't you accept our love?" She bent down and picked up the dagger and stuttered, "Riku said he would love me
where ever he is.... I'd rather be closest to him!" And with that, she thrusted the dagger at her chest, and before her father could stop her, she fell next to her love, bleeding. She crawled up to Riku's face and with her final breath, whispered, "Riku, our love shall be forever and forever close...." She kissed him one more final time on the lips and went limp.....


So if you ever happen to be going on that trail, you might see the two lovers kissing by River Moss, or King Earleaf screaming at them, or even more rare, the dramatic death of the two.....
By Quincila Awbern

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Subject: Understand Me: A Poem (surprise surprise. **sarcasm**)


Author:
Rettie.
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Date Posted: 18:46:26 02/13/03 Thu
AN: One of my personal favorites, up there with Bittersweet Truth. Check it out. (And it's my tenth poem, too. ^__^)



Understand Me

Lie to me; tell me everything will be alright,
And that pain is a mere accident of life.
Comfort me; tell me meaningless sentiments
In hope that they will one day come true.

Help me; give me that shoulder to lean on,
And to soak with my tears of pain and joy.
Cherish me; give me that true sense of caring,
That people should have, but are without.

Look at me, because I want to be worthwhile
Of someone's gaze: no contempt, no pity.
Forgive me, because I have caused much pain
To myself and others, and I have sinned.

Watch with me as the sun rises, only to fall;
When time passes, will these tears dry too?
Listen to me, as I have internal wounds
Of hurts, blended into a bitter mix of pain.

Pray with me, that there might still be kindness
In this barren world of deceit and ignorance.
Understand me, that my life is nothing, but everything,
And I travel on a endless, muddied path of toil.


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Subject: Activity, Missions: Mission 16


Author:
Quincila Awbern
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Date Posted: 21:14:59 02/08/03 Sat
Now, my missionn thing for the activties, mission 16, is too long, so, I'm gonna post it here. Mission 16: 16) After defeating a vermin horde you discover a treasure map in the possession of the vermin leader. It shows the rough position of a treasure hoard hidden in an abandoned pirate galleon. However, it warns of the "three watchers" who guard the treasure. How do you find the treasure? who or what are the wathchers? What is the treasure?
Sent In By Mistress Stella Barepaws (reward according to length).

Lancepaw, this is a mission that you get coins based on how long it is, so, does this still count? The mission:


"Well wouldja look at that!" I exclaimed. Lance looks over my shoulder.
"A treasure map?" he cries and scans the map. The hare snatches it out of my paws and looked wide eyed at it. A red line started at the fort, then crossed Mossflower, got tothe Flatlands, and stops at River Moss.
I gasped. I gasped at pointed to where the red line went through the Flatlands. "That's where Flipper aand I met Coymiya!!" I looked at the X on River Moss. "And that's where Artthrune used to be!!!!!!!!! Before the Sea Rats destroyed it. How old is this map?"
Lance observed it. "Hm.... Seems like it's fresh. But look, another trail!" His paw pointed at a blue line started from the Fort, went down past Redwall Abbey, turned west towards Salamandastron, travelled over Bat Mountpit, and a large X marked Salamandastron.
I exclaimed, "That's where Flipper is supposed to be; at a mission in Salamandastron..... Remember that letter we recieved from him, Lance?"
The hare nodded. "Yes, he seemed in trouble. But, which path is which?"
"I care moree about my stepbrother than treasure!" I jab my finger at the blue path and tace it. I stop at Salamandastron. In bold, black letters, read:
BEWARE THE THREE WATCHERS.
"Those 'watchers' must be troubling Flipper." Lance explained.
I bit my lip. "What could they be??"
Lance shook his and traced the red trail. "I'm not sure, but maybe we could meet up with this Coymiya you were talking about."
"Yes, maybe we shall. She is a master warrior, and the old vixen taught me all I know along with Flipper." I took the map back studied it again. I sighed.
"What is it?" Lance inquired.
"What could this map do with Flipper and Coymiya and..... Artthrune? I came from Artthrune, I was raised there.... It's all too painful to go back." I fold the map and put it back in my vest pocket.
"Well, maybe your mother is there, looking for you." Lance placed his paw on my shoulder.
"What kinda chance is that?" I moaned.
"Look, with some hope and a bit of luck, we'll get through ok. Don't worry, Quincy, it'll be an easy trip if we remember to pack our hope." The hare smiled.
I giggled. "I guess you're right, Lance. Now, lets get some rest." And together, as the sun tucked itself beneath the mountains, we walked back to the Fort.

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Subject: Dibbuns


Author:
The Mysterious...Me!
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Date Posted: 23:35:27 01/30/03 Thu
Here is a poem! *pelted by people shouting things such as "Thank you Captain Obvious!"* For those of you who have never seen my rhyme scheme (I haven't been around in a while), the first line rhymes with the second, the third line rhymes with the sixth and the fourth with the fifth.

*smiles*


The sun no longer light
In fact, it was night
Small dibbuns crept out of their dorm
Away from their beds
Scrubbed clean paws to head
While the thunder outside crashed and stormed
Snouts clean and scrubbed red
A small molemaid said,
"Hurr, lukkit, we'm cleen an' we'm broight,
Et's 'ee feaster t'morrer,
Yet oi bes full o' sorrer,
Oi wants to be durty tonoight!"
The dibbuns all cheered
'Tis cleanliness they feared
Stepping forth was a hog full of spikes,
"Let'sa go to da kitchen
An' we'll start da misshun!"
Their stomach's growling, voracious as pikes.
The Friar never knew
What his kitchen went through
On that fateful night before the feast
Asleep by the fire
It was hard to be Friar!
He knew naught of the havoc-wrecking beasts!
Otters went flying
By plump molemaids sighing
While lying back in a vat full of honey
An owl lost his footing
And fell in a pudding
"Take that, y' fiend! I'm not a flippin' ole bunny!"
Squirrels were stealing
Herbs hanging from the ceiling
One fell on the poor beleagured hare
They dropped with a "ploop!"
Into barley acorn soup
"Hey, y'bally rotters! That's no fair!"
Churchmice giggled and screamed
They found the meadowcream!
And a pawful flew right through the air
A contest begun
Oh, it was such great fun!
Pelting cream like you just didn't care!
Hares versus otters
"Oh y'wallopin rotters!"
Were hurling chestnuts with wild abandon
A hedghog refereed
Covered with cream and with seed
"Thee winner's da beast still lef' standin'!"
The battle raged on
It was nearly dawn
Mice were up to their noses in cake
A mole shuffled by
Submerged in deeper 'n' ever pie
When the entire kitchen started to quake
Dibbuns looked around
Soup dripping was the only sound
The quaking was coming quite near
They looked at the mess
Dirty shirt, messy dress
What to do? Mother Mellus was here!!!!


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Subject: Please tell me if you like this story- I didn't make it up, I got it from a Storyteller episode. Since I am pressed for time I will only write a little for today:


Author:
Foxglove
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Date Posted: 17:03:33 12/15/02 Sun
Once upon a time, there were three princesses living in a castle far, far away with their father the king.The youngest was named Sapsorrow and the other two sister's names are not worth hearing. They were very cruel to Sapsorrow, starving her and calling her names.
One day the king decided that the one thing the girls needed was a mother's care. The royal tradition was to see which female finger the ring fitted, then the king would marry her.
Sapsorrow's two cruel sisters did not like the idea of a stepmother, but the idea of being a queen was liked, so they went to try on the ring. The first sister's finger was too small, and the second's was too big and as a result it got stuck. Sapsorrow heard her sister's cries and helped her to get it off. She did not realize what ring it was and put it on. It fit perfectly, and oh, woe! Just then the king entered...

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Subject: Well, my friends... look who's come back agin!


Author:
Dilfur
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Date Posted: 11:38:12 01/06/03 Mon
Mornin to ye all, just wanted to pop in an say 'ello! I've got somethin for ye's... I thinks ye may like it. I don't 'ave a title for it yet, but if ye all might have any suggestions fer one, I'd be obliged to take 'em!

'There once was called a man.
One bright, one bold, one true.
Twas brave, twas strong,
Twas thought for long
A hero.
None like him; so few.
There once was called a creature.
Who reeked and tore and strew.
It was large, it was dark,
It’s lair so stark
None could enter into.
The man knew the creature,
The creature the man.
One and the same!
Twas an evil plan.
The gray of a man;
Jealous was he.
So he went into the lair.
He found the creature there.
So vast, so large,
The gray thought “nay”,
And dropped his charge.
But the creature awoke,
The vast one, the strong.
And with his claws,
He took the wrong!
And made it right.
With a snap!
The man saw the gray,
The creature the man.
And the latter did say
With a quirk to his mouth:
“Creature, you’re fair.
You’ve done in the slouth.”
And the man left the lair,
Leaving the creature alone;
The vast, the large,
He left him there,
And went home.'

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Subject: Come and Listen about my short story.


Author:
Rebma Nwad Koawood
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Date Posted: 03:00:14 02/08/03 Sat
*a pretty red squirrelmaid sits in a green comphy chair. She motions for others to be quiet.*

My story is not a very nice one. I came from a far away place across the ocean. An island that no beast has been to for a long time. My story begins when my ancestors went to that island. My great, great, great grandsire, Kaotree Koawood, had lead many red squirrels to that island to live in peace. But it was inhabited by many strange creatures that you might not see here in Mossflower and that sort. There mostly were creatures called wolverines. Wolverines are terrible animals. They are much bigger than a badger. More faster, fiercer, and cruel. That's mainly when I come in. I was born on a crisp fall morning. The sun was just rising. Sometimes during my slavery I wished I never had been born. When I was atleast a few seasons old, I became a water squirrel. Giving water to the poor and hungery as they slaved away. My master was a big, but young wolverinelord. His name was Darkryte the giant. His father was Darknyte the Dangerous. Darkryte became the Wolverinelord after Darknyte went to the firegates. And the worst became. Darkryte ordered slaves to build a mighty ship. It was built. The name was BloodWar. The name haunts me. I was among the slaves to go across the great waters for Darkryte to conquere lands. He became Darkryte the Destroyer. He destroyed many lives. I feared him but knew I had to stay strong. One night Darkryte killed my father, Edaj Koawood. I grew angry and faced Darkryte. It's strange really, but I beleive I had the Bloodwraith in my veins. I fought hard againest Darkryte.It was a stormy night so rain fell hard stinging beasts like hailstones. The waves were hitting the sides of the BloodWar. Darkryte meant to kill me on how angry he was at me for my resistance. I took my father's bow and fired an arrow at Darkryte. It struck his giant paw. Lightening hit the mast causing chaos everywhere. I jumped to escape. I nearly plundered in the sea but I somehow survived. I came to a beautiful land. A hedgehog had told me it was called Mossflower. This would be my new home. But I know that Darkryte is still alive. He will search until he finds the squirrelmaid that sent an arrow in his powerful paw. I'll be waiting for the beast. But I fear that no matter where Darkryte, beasts will die. I swear on my father's grave I will slay the beast to save every beast that he threatens. I came to the greatly built, LancePaw Fort. I have made friends with a pretty badgermaid, Sunfur. I know she is behind me all the way. We will fight together.
*The squirrelmaid stands as dibbins' eyes were big with amazement.*
Excuse me, but I'm off to my dorm to rest. Maybe I will tell you more of my adventures tommorrow. Goodnight.

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Subject: A story


Author:
Flo
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Date Posted: 15:47:27 02/07/03 Fri
It was a dry summers evening in the camp of Cutthroat and his backstabbers. The seer, the only fox in the army of rats, sat alongside Cutthroat and his son, Bloodblade. Seer, for that was what she was known as, had five more rats to name. Seer looked into their future and decided on their name and what weapon they should carry. The first rat, a male with light brown fur, was brought forward. "He shall be skilled with a dagger, many deaths he will bring, his name shall be Grimknife." A dagger was given to the baby’s anxious mother and Grimknife was hurried away. Next, two dark brown twins, a boy and a girl, were put forward. "Ah! I see, the girl shall be Poisonclaw, give her hollow claw extensions and a bottle of poison to fill them with. The boy, he shall be Sharpclaw, give him long solid and sharp claw extensions." After the twins had departed, a completely black female rat was brought to the seer. "She shall be a poisoner, fast, agile, deadly and a master of the night." the rats gasped, poisoners were highly thought of in the tribe "Nightshadow she shall be." Finally, the last rat was brought forward. He was odd, as far as rats go, he was golden with sky blue eyes, and didn't have the mean look the others had developed during their first month in the tribe. "Give him a sabre, straight and true, his name is Forjust." Cried the fox, sounding more panicked than she had been with the other rats, thought Cutthroat and Bloodblade didn’t seem to notice, and the rats that had been present for the naming started to filter out the clearing. When the rats had gone, Seer sunk to her knees, put her head in her hands and shook it in despair.

PS- I know Tari and she borrowed the name Grimknife from me, not the other way round.

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Subject: A few seasons ago...


Author:
Myth
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Date Posted: 02:38:10 02/07/03 Fri
A ship was sailing twords Lancepaws Fort hoping to get some gold and meet some friends. A ship came out of nowwhere and attacked the ship that a black wolf wearing a black cloak and hood was captining. The black wolf jumped off a cannon onto the enimy's ship. He killed the captin and took the crew as slaves with the help of his badger crew. Two days later he arrived at Lancepaw's Fort. The cloaked figure greeted Lancepaw an addressed himself as Myth captain of a huge pirate ship and two hundred and sixty four badgers.

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Subject: A mission


Author:
Tari Twinblade the ottermaid
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Date Posted: 16:46:18 01/28/03 Tue
This is my answer to mission 14:

14) The fort is under siege by vermin. In your dreams Martin the Warrior tells you to jump out the window, and that, doing so, you will defeat the vermin. When you wake up, trusting Martin, you jump out the window and... complete the story
Sent In By Furrtil 7 coins

can you tell me what you think (I don't mind if you don't like it- please tell me and what you don't like)

I jumped out of the window into the fort grounds and landed on a rat, knocking him out, and I discovered that there was a small party of vermin in the fort grounds, having unlocked one of the side doors. There leader, a fox named Brushblade, was with them. "Keep yore mouths shut." he said in a loud whisper "A sentry might hear us." He crept towards the main door of the fort with the rest of his party. "Where's Grimknife?" one of them asked (probably talking about the rat I'd knocked out) "Ain't I told you to be quiet?" the Fox hissed back "I don't care where 'e is as long as 'e stays quiet." I turned a water barrel that I had landed next to on its side and pushed it so it rolled into the direction of the vermin. Completely surprised, the barrel knocked three of them over, two stoats and a weasel, and the noise alerted the sentries, who pounced on the party of vermin and slammed the side door shut. The fox tried to escape, but I tripped him and pressed one of my daggers to his throat "Surrender." I commanded the remaining vermin "or your leader dies." (which sounded quite stupid when I said it) they quickly put there weapons down and sat with their hands on their heads. We bound the fox and marched him out the gate and told the rest of his army to surrender, then we collected up their weaponry and armour. We divided them into three groups and sent one south, one east and one west, and sent Brushblade, the fox, north on his own.

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Subject: (ooc:I made a story in my journal about the fort, but my journal lies at my house.I'll try to type all I can remember, and all I have time to.I used some names from the fort, but I hope the ones I used don't mind,here goes.Bic)


Author:
Sethen Treestreak
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Date Posted: 00:13:58 02/02/03 Sun
The squirrel looks out the door and walks to the fireside,some parchment is in his inkstained paws.He grins and blushes momentarily and sits down.Then he calls out"Anyone want to hear my story?Please?"Without thinking.He sighs as some come over to him.The squirrel sighs but hides his delight that somebeasts want to hear his story,so he nods to them and straightens his pages...

Lancepaw's Fort,
Kitchen Raiders

It was noon at Lancepaw's fort and the cooks were starting to make food.Inside the fort,though, the dibbuns had a plan!
They had assembled in their dorms, the place where no asdult dared to go, and discussed their raid.It was the third time they'd foolproofed in fouyr days.
The leader tangle the hedgehog listened as another dibbun named Marlpaw complained that the plan was ready to be put into action.Tangle eyed the three crews, all of wich nodded at Marlpaw's statement.
And the dibbuns started the memrable Raid of the winter season!
Each group was led by either Tangle,Marlpaw or Figgs.Each group also contained a distractor.
The dibbuns had entered the kitchens unnoticed now and were sending of their distractors.The distractors job was to get most of the kitchen helpers out of the kitchen by grabbing food and fleeing.Their job was not in triumph,but succseful.
Tangle's party nicked the nameday cake(this includes the head chef swiftstream calling out for them not to drop it).Figgs's lot sent straight for the strawberries.And Marlpaw's group were allready handling the hot pancakes.
Three disarmed distractors struggled in the grip of mother mellus, pleading "please not baff uz, we nize."
"Dingley iz gurtly rioted,burr oi!"
"Git dibbun Washter git ya!Oh, norra skeeze tite!Mercccyy!"
"Mercy indeed,"snorted Mellus"a bath is myt mercy, or at least the only one you're gitting.Hahaha!"
That was one less badger to bathe dibbuns at lancepaw's fort, and yet one more to see the great dibbun watcher.

That night,the dibbuns,three well washed,ate all they could.Though one thing stopped them...
Two badgers and lancepaw, accompanied by many bars of soap.
If you listen hard, you can still here those dibbuns.

The end,wot,wot!

The squirrel blinks and rubs his eyes,grinning at his story"howzzat for a start,eh?"he asks,puting the pages down.

Ps. Hope y'all enjoyed it, and you dibbuns, I hope that didn't give any ideas!

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Subject: My story


Author:
Fangfin the fierce
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Date Posted: 19:25:34 01/28/03 Tue
Okay, I'm not a story teller and my story is to long to go o the biography place, So,Don't excpect it to be good, But here it is.

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Subject: A Random Poem


Author:
Soilflicker
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Date Posted: 23:30:13 01/25/03 Sat
Not very good, but anyway:
What Makes A Mouse A Warrior?

What makes a mouse a warrior?
We all know they're so small
Hiding under baseboards
Running behind the wall.

In Redwall, mice are different
They all are strong and brave
The ones who go down fighting,
The ones who defend their cave.

The mousewives of the Abbey.
Cooking, cleaning, always cheerful.
They make the Abbey what it is.
Always fighting, never fearful.

We humans' brains are all so wrong.
We think you have to be big to be strong.
We think that just cuz you're small
You can't fight at all.

But, whatever we say,
Dibbuns will be adults one day.

That wasn't my best effort, but I wrote it straight onto the computer. Anyway, constructive critism will be gladly welcomed.

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Subject: RANDOM POST (I got this off an app on my computer)


Author:
oarpaw
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Date Posted: 20:19:02 01/26/03 Sun
Flame on!
-Jonny stone

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Subject: ------------------------------THE THIEF-------------------------------


Author:
The Main Character
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Date Posted: 04:16:06 01/26/03 Sun
The ebony ferret, slimmed by hunger and tired from running, clutched his rusted knife as he approached the camp. It was impossible to tell whether its inhabitants were goodbeasts or vermin, owing to the twilight darkness and the large number of missing body parts among them. He approached the tent farthest away from the beasts' campfire. For a moment, he hesitated. Could he stop his profession? No. He so longed to reform, but he had been a thief too long. The pangs of hunger outweighed those of remorse. He had reached the tent now. He stretched his paws toward the worn, dirty tent flaps and tore them open.
He had believed this to be a supply tent. Unfortunately, a dirk-holding paw protruded from under a filthy brown blanket in the middle of the canvas structure. On instinct, he jabbed his knife into the blanket-wrapped form. He ripped the covering off what was now a corpse and saw the body of an old, crippled mouse. Horrified at his actions, he began scooping up whatever he could. He shoved some dried fruit into a durable haversack.He threw on a hooded cloak. The thief picked up a long ,sharp sword and thrust it into his belt. Though he felt sick as he did it, he pried the dirk from the mouse's paws.
He staggered from the tent, his head spinning like a cartwheel. The full weight of what he had done hit him at this moment. This was a refugee camp. These beasts must have had fled vermin attacks. He had killed and robbed a crippled old one. He became violently sick upon the ground. He tried to get up, but fell. At last he got to his footpaws and fled the camp.
After traveling well into the night, the moonlight revealed a huge form on the horizon. The Fort of Lancepaw..... He could take a new name there and become a goodbeast. He could hide from the vengeful woodlanders he had left behind. Yes, a new life........

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Subject: Haiku!


Author:
Dartpaw
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Date Posted: 20:41:25 01/09/03 Thu
Hello in school I was writing some haiku's and I made some redwall ones which I would like to share.

Cluny was a rat
Evil was his life mission
The bell struck on his last.

Living as a mouse
Dwell in a building of stone
Redwall is my home.

In a sandstone house
living my life as through peace
we shall not be beat.

Were they okay? : )

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Subject: Erm, hello?


Author:
Alpin Driftleap
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Date Posted: 19:41:25 12/14/02 Sat
Uhh... I ain't too good at the song 'n' dance, but, well, here goes, wot! *does a little jig while trilling an introduction on his flute*

Ohhhh---
I really dunno wot the otters say,
An' rarely do hawks 'n' stuff fly my way,
But I know one thing if it's not a lot-
'Tis a good candied chestnut wot can't be forgot!

I munch 'em all day an' eat 'em all night-
When I'm on a sugar buzz, oh! what a sight!
I bounce an' ricochet all through the hall,
Leaping an' reboundin' off every wall!

If you've got somethin' nutty an' crunchy an' sweet,
Keep close eyes on it, then...for it's MY favorite treat!

*his caper ends abruptly as he trips over his own huge footpaws and lands flat on the floor*

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Subject: A funny song by some real guy


Author:
Unappreciated beast
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Date Posted: 21:00:54 01/23/03 Thu
Ok, i didn't write this song and i don't know who of you have heard it but anyway, i post as much as i can remember:
The other day when i was thinking 'bout life
I thpought how when i tried to do anything right
It'd turn out wrong: people just end up dying
Like the time i told my girlfriend that she looked nice
And she thought i was trying to pick a fight
So she broke a glass bottle
Stabeed me in the arm and started crying
So i said 'Now darlin', don't you cry
I'm sorry if i made you get glass in your eye
And I'll make it all up to you
If you'll just give me a chance'
But it was about that time my bleeding got serious
My head started spinning and i was delirious
Then i forgot my own name
Passed out and wet my pants
By the time i came to my girlfriend had gone
She'd taken the dog and left me alone
With a note saying 'Charlie, i hope this makes you cry
Well I'm tired of your drinking
And i'm tired of your friends
And i'm tired of your stinking drinking friends
And it's time for you to kiss my butt goodbye
Well i heard the other day she'd moved to Tennesee
Lived there for three months and died of T.B.
And i couldn't help bt feel just a little bit to blame
That's all i can remember.

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Subject: *Fur bristles as the beast gets angry*


Author:
The unappreciated beast
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Date Posted: 20:49:42 01/21/03 Tue
What's the go here? How come all you beats get about a million replies to your stories and poems and i get two when i'm lucky? (The majority of the time i get none) I mean, seiously, do i suck at writing or am i just cursed, coz everyone at school says I'm good!

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Subject: *an old female squirrel hobbles in and sits by the fire*


Author:
Annis Redflag
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Subject: Bordem and sugar don't mix...lol


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Zyrian Iceblade
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Date Posted: 00:56:04 01/18/03 Sat
My ROC
Zyrian Iceblade

I never could explain it
My ROC experience
Not even to my mum
Who just I was delirous
It distracted me from homework
Distracted me from school
Yet I really can't explain just why
I find it to be cool
I never would have known it
By the cover on the book
That the ROC could make me
Give life a different look
Its made me grow, it makes me know
Just how to have some fun
I met people from around the world
And now I start to see
Its hard to even hide,
What the ROC means to me.

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Subject: Bordem and sugar don't mix...lol


Author:
Zyrian Iceblade
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Date Posted: 00:56:03 01/18/03 Sat
My ROC
Zyrian Iceblade

I never could explain it
My ROC experience
Not even to my mum
Who just I was delirous
It distracted me from homework
Distracted me from school
Yet I really can't explain just why
I find it to be cool
I never would have known it
By the cover on the book
That the ROC could make me
Give life a different look
Its made me grow, it makes me know
Just how to have some fun
I met people from around the world
And now I start to see
Its hard to even hide,
What the ROC means to me.

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