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Post by cinnamon on Sept 8, 2006 9:34:06 GMT -5
Smirking to herself Cinnamon scuttled along, leaving behind her the great gates of Redwall wie open. This should have hapened a long time ago, she planned it day and night, and finally she runs freely towards Mossflower. "No mole medicine, no mole SLEEPING, no mole washing and baf, no no no no no." She stopped for a little while and stomped her hind paws. Then, realising she was far far away from home, she flopped down on a patch of moss: "Ooh yesh, this is LIFE, breaf the ail of fleedom!" She inhaled deeply.
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Post by opal on Sept 13, 2006 12:55:42 GMT -5
Opal was hopping through Mossflower, to a tune she was making up. Oh the joy of freedom! It felt good. But she had no clue where her best friend was. And that was bad. "This is booooling." She picked up a raspberry and popped it into her mouth. She then noticed a little piece of cloth stuck to a branch. "Wow I wonder if it leads to a... a TREASEURE!" Really, she WAS very bored. Ever the curious creature, she leaped right off the safety of the path, into the danger of the forest. For treasure.
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Post by cinnamon on Sept 13, 2006 13:10:32 GMT -5
Cinnamon had fell to deep sleep for quite a long time, it was already pitch black when she opened her large amber eyes. Getting scared was something she didn't like to be known for. For a moment she stared into nowhere and concentrating on on listening. Behind a big oak tree, there were noises, music? 'Not Ledwallels!' Carefully without making any noise she tiptoed behind the big tree.
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Post by opal on Sept 13, 2006 13:21:51 GMT -5
Opal was prowling. Literally. She crawled around a toadstool, looked into a hole in the ground, freaked out a little snail. But she knew there was treasure near, she could smell it in the air! She sniffed. She smelled other stuff too. "Manybeasts! Prolly thiefs! With loadsa treashah! Hoardebeasts! Pilates! Cossails!!" Her black pearly eyes gleamed with satisfaction. She moved silently towards the smell. She could make out sounds to. And a little gleam of fire! She hid behind a large fern and waited...
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Post by Gyre on Sept 13, 2006 13:43:36 GMT -5
The crow shifted his grip on the tree. The leaves rustled, and he leaned over and thingyed his head at the young otter. Interested, he hopped down the branch a little more, and as it grew thinner, he knocked an acorn down and it struck the ground right in front of Opal.
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Post by cinnamon on Sept 13, 2006 15:59:14 GMT -5
The small squirell looked around towards the music source, there was smoke rising in the air. All she could think of is a nice nap near the fire or warm blueberry scones, but then at that moment there was some rusteling behind some nearby ferns something dropped from above. She couldn't tell exactly from where but it landed into the ferns. Hugging her bushy tail, and grabbing her stick and strawberry, Cinnamon moved slowly ready to attack...
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Post by opal on Sept 13, 2006 16:10:51 GMT -5
With the sound of the little object hitting the ground Opal flew up a good 10 centimeters into the air (quite a distance for a Dibbun). She could only just just stop herself by yelling out, since she thought she was being attacked by those Rogue Squirells Cinnamon was always talking about with such admiration. She picked up the acorn and was just about to hurl it in the direction it came from, when she heard shuffling a bit away from her, and smelled a familiar scent, but she couldn't place it... She dropped the nut and crouched down so she looked like a log (wonderful otter ability). She then changed her mind and came back for the acorn, and put a sharpish branch between her only 2 teeth, I mean, you have to be well equipped...
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Post by cinnamon on Sept 13, 2006 16:21:50 GMT -5
Cinnamon peared around the trees and she could just make out a figure with something long sticking out of the middle of its head. 'I will show this yucky, stinky furry fink! I will shoot it with my Juju!' As she muttered under her breath, she hurled her strawberry, as far as her little paw could throw, which landed right on top of the figures head. (It wasn't that far away from her.)
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Post by opal on Sept 13, 2006 16:30:18 GMT -5
Something humongeus and red exploded all over Opal's face. It smelled nice, but was rather sticky. She growled in rage, strawberry puree dripping off her face, and leaped into the direction of the attack. There in the shadows she found a tiny fuzzy ball with a huge stick. "AAAH evul baby bat! LIVEL CLAAAN!" With this yell she tried to headbutt the creature, the branch still in her mouth.
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Post by cinnamon on Sept 13, 2006 16:41:52 GMT -5
It wasn't the first time Cinnamon fought, she was an expert in handling sticks, at least she thought so. The small figure ran towards her. 'Tlying to hit me with youl nasty head?! I show you, me chopp of youl nasty eals!' Just as the figure got closer she slamed the head with her stick with every strength she had.
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Post by opal on Sept 14, 2006 9:44:55 GMT -5
Opal saw little stars flicker infront of her eyes and her head spun around. "I'll make this filthylittacleetcha pay!!" she yelled, going completely berserk. She spat the branch out and started swinging it around, hitting more mushrooms than of her enemy. She was so caught up in hitting that her paw flew out of control and smashed her square into her skull. She tottered a little, eyes crossed, and sank down to the mossy ground...
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Post by cinnamon on Sept 14, 2006 9:54:12 GMT -5
Cinnamon didn't have to put a lot of effort in smashing the shady figure. Although she couldn't see what happened, she was sure that it fell with a thump. Puzzled, Cinnamon picked up the stick which her enemy was holding and started poking it's side. However there was no response. Affraid that she killed it. She decided to splash it with water. Having none, she started dragging it towards the source of music. The thing's body was so heavy, she tumbled and tripped over many invisible things. 'I am soly, I nevel meant to kill you! All you need is nasty baf and medicine and you will get bettel!'
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Post by opal on Sept 14, 2006 9:59:27 GMT -5
Opal's eyes abruptly opened. She had the feeling she heard the forbidden words of bath and medicine. Then she realised she was being dragged. She scanned the shadowy creature from paw to tip of ear, and then realised a very pleasant thing: the thing had a really bushy tail! And she smelled cinnamon! "Excuse me!! You call yoself my FWIEND??" she pulled her paw away and sat on the ground grumpily, paws crossed. "I nevah imagined you woulda AMBUSHED me! Wattafishy?"
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Post by cinnamon on Sept 14, 2006 10:05:01 GMT -5
As she walked Cinnamon realized she wasn't dragging anything behind her. Then a sweet voice was speaking with an angry tone. She always liked to hear that voice, it made her have more confiddence in herself (not that she didn't have enough already). "OPAL?? How did you leave youl bed without me, you notty wittle cleatule!" She had always thought that her little freind wasn't strong enough to act by herself.
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Post by opal on Sept 14, 2006 10:11:49 GMT -5
"Tffffff." Opal was annoyed: as if she couldn't run away whenever she wanted, alone! And it WAS very hard, but she managed it. But she quickly forgot she was angry at her friend for bashing her skull, and instead told her her "plan". "Me finks there ale many lich-cleetchas be'ind dat bush ovathere. Me finks they have many-tleashas! You know what, me and you ale very stlong-beasts, me finks we should attack dem and take over!!" She was so excited she actually said an R.
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