Xendraw the stoat had been wandering for several seasons when he found himself in Mossflower Wood. He did not know that the woodland was called that, but he did know that the terrain had become that of a woodland. "Well, I suppose this will have to do. It's far better than the vermin camp," Xendraw shuddered as he remembered the clan he was raised in. The vermin were constantly killing and raiding as if that was all there was to do in the world. "Makes me ashamed to be a stoat!" he spat at the ground in disgust, wishing that he had not been born vermin.
Post by Wayra Swiftdraw on Mar 23, 2008 19:26:42 GMT -5
Wayra continued along his own way, having just left Redwall again for the first time in three seasons. The sun was bright, but the thick canopy of leaf and branch prevented much of the sunlight from getting in. Sniffing out the freshly baked bread in the newly filled provision sack, he smiled. Despite his usual blue funk mood, the Abbey cooking always got his spirit up. He decided walking was no longer needed and scurried straight up a tree. Hopping from branch to branch, he continued along on a unknown course for Xendraw.
Xendraw was weary and decided to stop and rest at the base of a tall tree in the woodland. His reminiscing about his days in the vermin camp had done nothing for his level of energy. He propped himself up against the tree to take a small nap. After a short period of time, he sighted something moving in the trees and his paw strayed to his sword. "Who are ye, and wot's yer business here?" he called out to whatever was in the trees.