Post by Redstripe the Strong on Oct 11, 2007 15:54:12 GMT -5
"Good, I'm starvin." Redstripe started to walk into the gate.
"No you don't!" Hitchaw jumped infront of him,"I know haw you are Redstripe, when ya say yer starvin that means yer gunna eat everathing in sight." He patted Redstripe's stomach,"Besides, yer getting fat."
"FAT!? I do say I am healthly plump thank ye! AN IF I COULD EAT HALF AS MUCH AS YOU DO THEN I WOULDN'T FIT INTO THE ABBY!" Redstripe was yelling with a smile on his face,"Its good to be back though." He shoved past Hitchaw and turned,"Come on Tibb, afore all those fatty otters eat everything." There was a loud noise from the abby, the sound of otters yelling back at Redstripe.
Tibb tried his hardest to hold in the laughter that was itching to escape. "Ay, those otters, a bunch of greedy feedbags." The warrior mouse shook his head. "Not even considering the poor malnourished mouse and badger." Tibb continued in a sad melodramatic tone. Almost that of a performing hare. "Just two poor beasts battling the freezing cold looking for a mere morsel."
Tak too was trying his hardest not to laugh at the outrage of Redstripe and the saddened expression of Tibbarius. "An' I thought the two of you were warriors." Tak said shaking his head in shame.
The hedgehog closed the abbey gates and barred them. "I guess a warrior does have to eat some time. I would offer to carry yon otter but I think after all that otter has eaten he is heavier then ten kegs."
Tibbarius walked next to Redstripe. As they approached the doors to the abbey Tibb spoke. "Redstripe I would like to have a word with you and your otter friend sometime after breakfast. He spoke in a serious tone.
Tak did not hear what the mouse had to say. "Well I will see you when breakfast is served. Dad has a few chores he wants me to take care of first. " The hedgehog walked off to the abbey cellars.
Last Edit: Oct 12, 2007 22:13:54 GMT -5 by Tibbarius
I group of dibbuns came running by, passing between Redstripe and Hitchaw and his otters. A young mouse at the head of the group shouted spiritedly at the warriors as he passed. "I'll out eat all of you'm beasties!" As he darted past, he glanced over his shoulder excitedly to see if the his challenge had arisen any kind of competition...
"The essence of swordsmanship" lies in its perfection. It does not mean to cut the enemy, but rather to cut the enemy within oneself. Iaido and Kendo are sister arts. They are practices in the same spirit and, like the two wheels of a cart, they form together the art of Japanese swordsmanship.
Tibbarius laughed at the spirit of the tiny mouse babe. He watched as the babe ran off with Redstripe and Hitchaw arguing again. "Well if you too don't hurry there won't be any food left to eat." He said as he walked past them into the dining room. The aroma was enough to knock a famine stricken beast senseless. He found a table that was for the most part empty. There was enough room left to sit Redstripe, Hitchaw and himself. With a few spots left over. The warrior mouse removed his sword and placed it on the ground beside the table. He rolled his shoulders relieved to have the weight off of him. Timing could not have been perfect either. As the food was just starting to be brought out.