The OFFICIAL RWL Fanfiction

[Dark Claws]

Put me in as the creepy wildcat Mafia runner. Sorta like my reverse role as Spa FBI director (I'm assuming this because it seems to be from when the Spa federation was here).

[Muse]

Ashyra, yeah. The voice was you in a speaker. The creepy wolf was WS.
Raggon, this is all vermin, but yes.
DC, ok.

[Camaclue]

I want to have 90% more hats.
and make an epic twist where Ungatt is out of power and Sharptooh is in power

[Muse]

Yes, guys, please post remarks, criticsim, or praise here so I know what to change, add, or keep.

[Vargarth]

Count me in. I will be an otter...

[Shadow]

I would like to be a small annoying vermin child

[Muse]

...........is that supposed to mean something?  ??? ;)

[Shadow]

It means that I would like to be a small annoying vermin child

[Muse]

" 'ello guv!" Muse flipped over in shock as a tiny ratbabe wearing a battered top hat poked his head out of the tunnel in the floor.
"Did you dig that yourself?" Krowdon asked in amazement.
"Naw mu'um, got me two chums to 'elp me swog yer grogspan. Rob yew," he added when he saw the four confused faces.
"Ah," muse said happily, "that clears things up."
" 'm Shadow, guv," the criminal mastermind said cheekily, grabbing Muse's paw and pumping it up and down. He saw the dazed look on Muse's ace. "Er, wossup wi' 'im?"
"He doesn't like touching," Camaclue xplained. Muse said, very softly:
"Erp."
"Haluo?" Wolf Snare said exasperatly. He tapped his chin with stick of dynamite. "Em kilin u rememburr?"
Krodon grabbed Shadow and shook him fiercely. "Can you get us out?"
"Sure 's my toffsoffler's me grangpaw," he asid, wriggling out of her grasp. "Oi, Raggie, Vargath, get up 'ere!" Two otters poked their heads out of the hole and looked around at the room. Raggon eyed the burn marks on the wall with amazement. "Cor, this place sure is nobby, ain't it Varg?"
"Loike a palace," Vargath agreed, running his paw across the dusty floor.
"Iye nede to keel y-"
"Just give us a moment, allright?" Krowdon snapped angrily.
"Keye", he ssaid titmidly.
Krodon pushed the others donwn the hole,a nd they were gone.

[Briar]

lol, DC hates being called Darkie

[Muse]

I know. Shadow's character equals total annoyance.  :D

[Muse]

Update:
Ashyra banged the fist upon the table, glaring at Wolf Snare.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN,er, what do you mean you let them escape!?"
Wolf Snare shifted uncomfortably. "She azkced niseley."
Ashyra smote a paw across her brow and howled angrily. "Idiot! You're supposed to be a killer supreme, not a gentlebeast!"
"Sawry."
She sighed. "Whatever. Find me Dark Claws. Tell him I have a job for... can you remember this?"
He frowned behind his ski mask. "Rememburr wat?"
"Never mind, I'll tell him myself."
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Deep in the tunnel, Muse kept looking back anxiously. He wept silently. "My Spa! My glorious Spa, ripped from my claws! Oh what sorrow, oh what-"
"Shut up," krowdon growled. She was feeling veeeery irritable. She'd lost her axe somewhere in the back, and her shirt was covered in dirt. At least, she thought it was dirt.
There was a zap up in the front, and a little shriek. She heard Shadow giggle and then the zap again. This time, she recognized Camaclue as the one who was screaming.
"Hey, gimmer back my gun! Give it- Yow!"
"Come get it, yew ropebelly hingetrot."
"What does that even MEAN?!"
"Dunno."
Raggon whsipered, "We're here. They  filed out of the tunnel into an abandoned Spa propaganda office. A large poster emblazoned the front door.
A VOTE FOR UNGATT IS A VOTE FOR UNGATT

Shadow bowed low. "This 'ere's me den, me home-sweet-home-me harlequick-on-th'-rye. Make yerselfs uncomfortable."
"Don't mind if we do," Briar said, sitting on a sofa that collapsed under her small frame. She looked up from the wreckage, blinking dazedly.
"So now what?," Krowdon said. "Muse?"
But Muse was staring off into space once again, his lips and eyelids twiching. Then he turned. "What?"
"What're we going to do?"
"Is there food?'
"Food?' Vargath said. "Wass food?"
Camaclue took Raggon and Vargath aside to explain the complexities of foodstuffs, while Krowdon, Shadow, Muse, and Briar had a Council of War.
Muse sat silently, musing about a nice hot roast, not too hot, mind you, roasted in shery, white wine, and olive oil, with a small squeeze of lemon....
"There's always Dark Claws," Briar said.
"Who's that?" Shadow asked.
"He runs the Spafia," Krowdon explained. "A dangerous criminal, but a good ally."
Muse snapped to attention. "The Spafia! Everyone run!"
They ignored him. Briar nodded. "We can find him in The Mos Spa Cantina."
"Isn't that the place with the really annoying theme song?" said Shadow.
"That's the bugger," Krowdon said darkly.

[Durza]

Loving references.  I could b e a shady assassin weasel, who always works for the better pay?

[Muse]

Great. yeah, thanks, I ws wondering who'd pcik them up.

[Dark Claws]

Spafia? Okay, I'll admit that's clever.