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Subject: A Redwall Tale: Kaibe Quicktail Author: Kaibe Quicktail [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 14:21:31 06/22/04 Tue A Dibbun Tale: Kaibe Quicktail Name: Kaibe Quicktail Age: 11 seasons Species: Squirrel Weapon: Bow and Arrows Fur color: Dark Red Eyes: Blue Kaibe was born in a small village near Salamandastron (roughly ½ seasons trip) she wasn’t old enough to know the name of her village or her parents. She does remember one day that the wildcats came into this small village in search of child slaves. They hid Kaibe, not well enough. They took Kaibe, but she didn’t know what they did to her parents. They kept Kaibe in a small, ratty, damp cave to sleep and half starve her. One day, Kaibe was only about 6 seasons old and they started to use her as a slave. Along with her and three others (otter, squirrel, mouse) to pull there carts to Salamandastron for an attack. When a weasel came along the path and asked them kindly to let us go. The wildcats drove into a fight. The wildcat slavers were no matches towards the weasel’s giant battleaxe. After the constant blood spread he picked us young ‘uns on his back and he ran. He didn’t stop until he came to a mole settlement towards Redwall as he laid us upon the grass. The moles were very friendly. That’s where I got raised…by moles. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]