The dusty path

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? A lone, Russet fox with a grey tail travelled along the dusty path. A rusty sword hung loosely from his battered belt, a long scar was sliced in a almost playful manner across his forehead.
? "Curse Skinner's fat mouth!" he spat, a few hours ago he had been serving the Marten warlord in battle, but when he saw the tide of the battle turned he fled. A huge ginger tom called Firetooth and his friend Bluetooth the destroyer had been savaging the army, the fox had been lucky to get away with his life.
? ?"Dang it, Twotounge, you were better as a lowly slaver!" Twotongue spat savagely as he kicked up more dust as he travelled along, the cut along his brow was obviously troubling him.
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Meanwhile...
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? ? The young wildcat opened his aching eyes, his sword was in his hand, blood-coated, but still intact. Corpses of rats, stoats, any vermin imaginable littered the floor. Skinner the wild Marten wanted what Bramblefire the Wilcat warrior owns, and he would have to fight for it.
As Bramblefire walked accross the corpses, he groaned, he recognized his childhood frind, Bluetooth the Warrior, a huge badger, lying unmoving.
? ? ? Bluetooth was dead. Bramblefire's best friend was gone. He wiped crimson blood off his tunic and sheathed his sword, suddenly, the sun shone brigtly, making his ginger fur, even though matted, shine like a fire.
"I will add some of your name to mine, my friend" vowed Bramblefire "from this day I vow to never use a sword again, only my claws and teeth, from now on my name will be Firetooth, the complete destroyer of the weak, destroyer of my enimes, more powerful then death"
? Firetooth was no ordinary cat. He was the size of a lion, his claws were as big as daggers, his teeth as sharp as swords, he didn't need his sword anymore, it could be Bluetooth's gravestone. A tear fell from his eye but he brushed it away quickly. The horror Firetooth had witnessed had changed him forever, from a kind, loving creature to a savage warlord, he held tighter on to the amulet Skinner wanted off him.

(Hope you like it!)



Quote from: Sevah on January 02, 2018, 03:51:57 PM
I'm currently in top position by a huge margin BUT I'm intentionally dropping down to the bottom.

pippin the mighty

Wow thats one heck of a story ioll write a bit later.

Firetooth

#2
(thanks, I'm gonna add some more now :-D? )


? At redwall abbey Skipper dozed noisely, his sword almost coming out of his sheath as his belly bulged, pushing his belt in and out. There had been a mighty feast, and now Friar Woody and Abbot Morgan were cleaing up anyhting left.
? ?A loud snore woke Skipper, he turned with a start to see Brother Greenscore the gardener, both turned to see the glutonous hare warrior Sir Hardfoot the Noble, the culprit, give an even louder snore. Greenscore shrugged and fell back to sleep.
? ?"Righty messmates I best be going help you clearing up 'eh" Skipper said as he walked over to Friar Woody and Abbot Morgan.?
? ?"Thank you very much, my friend" replied Morgan gatefully as they carried on gathering dishes.
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? ? Twotounge had spied the abbey, he had heard tales about it, a grim smile spread across his face, he had a plan to captureslaves from the abbey, but first he would need to free his old slaver friends, improsened in the abbey.
Quote from: Sevah on January 02, 2018, 03:51:57 PM
I'm currently in top position by a huge margin BUT I'm intentionally dropping down to the bottom.

pippin the mighty

Thats good ill do some soon

Faerd

#4
Faerd strode briskly along the walltops, the fresh morning breeze ruffling his fur. Grinning, he jumped off into the branches of a tall oak, swinging up into the foliage and landing with a soft thump in the fork of the trunk. Taking off once more he leapt from branch to branch, grabbing an apple from the garden on his way. Settling down in a nice pine he began laughing. Sure, Brother Greenscore would miss it, and would most definetely blame it on him, but where was the fun in waiting for them to fall? Taking a bite out of the apple he scanned the grounds for anyone, however nearly no one was up this early besides the kitchen staff. Peering into a carved hole in the tree he reached in, pulling out a recurve bow and a quiver full of freshly-made arrows. Sister Shelira would obviously be wondering where her spare goose feathers had gone so Faerd planned to remedy that. Stepping on one side of the bow he pushed down on the other, quickly looping the string over the top. Bow now ready, he shouldered the quiver and took aim at a small yew where he had placed a target. Drawing back an arrow he let fly, the thrum of the bowstring music to his ears. The arrow neatly sailed into the third ring from the middle. "Come on..." he grumbled, hopping down and pulling the arrow out. Suddenly a loud crash was heard from within the abbey, shortly followed by the voice of Skipper and Faerd froze, quickly leaping back into the tree and hiding the bow and arrows...
"7/5th's of the world's populace do not understand fractions. 48% of all statistics are wrong"

"Because my Reality-Defining-Gun says so..."

~Faerd, Rhubarb of Randomness

pippin the mighty


Firetooth

#6
( ok, think of ideas for now here is some more)

?Russetfleck the weasel grunted. Where was Twotongue? He wiped some grease off his ginger spots covering his muddy brown coat, he pulled his cloak tighter around him in his temporary cell in Redwall iuntilthe long patrol arrived to escort them to there permant prison.
?"Gerrup!" he yelled and kicked a large rat named Clawface indisrimatly.
?"D'y wanna fight, ya stinking redspot!" yelled Clawface then punched Russetfleck hardly, regaining his senses quickl, russetflec ?tripped Clawface then kicked him once, twice! Clawface caught his foot and threw him into the wall on his third kick.
?"Enough!" came a shap snarl, they both turned fearfully to see a large grey Stoat in a ripped red jacket and wearing a long, ripped blue cloak standing over them. A female ermine the colour of faded sunlight with long, yellow fangs stood next to him. There leader Mato didn't look happy.
? ?Twotounge crept silently thorugh the front door, then froze as he came face-to-face with a young female squirrel, before she could speak, he'd run her through with her sword. He grinned evily and stole her golden ring.
? ?As soon as Twotongue braved a look into cavern hole, he could tell there'd been a feast all the more easy to free my fellow slavers he thought to himself, then crept silently off.
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(by the way, good work faerd? :wink:? )
Quote from: Sevah on January 02, 2018, 03:51:57 PM
I'm currently in top position by a huge margin BUT I'm intentionally dropping down to the bottom.

Firetooth

#7
? ?"What 'ave I told you idiots about riot starting, you'll get us in to trobule, the note that robin sent us from Twotongue says to keep quiet, and I won't stand you to rioting like beats without brains, though not that you have many" he snarled savagely, but with a edge of pleading in it "be quiet"
? ? "'ello Mato, 'ere take these keys!" they all turned to see twotongue enter and Mato caught the keys skillfully and leaning his paw outside the weak bars, only temporary, opened the lock.
? ? ?He turned to Twotounge without thanking him "where have they got our weapons, fox?" he demanded
? ? ?In the closet by the side, but don't worry I stole those keys off the "guard" as well" he said, indicating to the dead otter with his grey tail.
? ? ?There was a small tussel beetween the ermine and Russetfleck for the dead guards spear, but the ermine won and yowled triamputly. Russetleck mumbled under his breath as Twotonue passed him his knife, Mato sheathed his sword, clawface got is mace-and-chain and the ermine, sunspot put on her helmet. Russetfleck kept mumbling and Twotounge kicked him over and pointed his sword at hsi throat.
     "Quit that wining or you'll never wine again!" he threatened, then picked up a bow and arrows and slung them across his back.
     "Now listen up my fellow slavers I have a plan to help us capture slaves from his abbey, they've just had a feast and most of them are asleep, so here's how my plan goes..."
Quote from: Sevah on January 02, 2018, 03:51:57 PM
I'm currently in top position by a huge margin BUT I'm intentionally dropping down to the bottom.

Faerd

((Just sayin, if skipper or someone could discover faerd and have him sent to give food to the prisoners as punishment that would be a good plot twist when he finds them escaping... =D))
"7/5th's of the world's populace do not understand fractions. 48% of all statistics are wrong"

"Because my Reality-Defining-Gun says so..."

~Faerd, Rhubarb of Randomness

Faerd

((Woah woah woah, who gave you permission to godmode Faerd?! I just wanted you to have skipper find him and tell him to give em food! =( mind editing? sorry ><))
"7/5th's of the world's populace do not understand fractions. 48% of all statistics are wrong"

"Because my Reality-Defining-Gun says so..."

~Faerd, Rhubarb of Randomness

Firetooth

uhh.... sorry  :-(
anywa, he's gonna fight the ninja, if that's ok with you? My idea is he suprises the Ninja and punches him and they wrestle, and the ninja runs because the whole abbeys been disturbed b y the noise of he fight.
Quote from: Sevah on January 02, 2018, 03:51:57 PM
I'm currently in top position by a huge margin BUT I'm intentionally dropping down to the bottom.

Firetooth

(Ok, but what about fight with da ninja wolf)
Quote from: Sevah on January 02, 2018, 03:51:57 PM
I'm currently in top position by a huge margin BUT I'm intentionally dropping down to the bottom.

Firetooth

Quote from: Faerd on November 26, 2007, 11:14:34 AM
((Mind editing post so skipper just tells him to go? I'll have him knocked out though, that was part of my plan anyways =D sorry about that))
I have done, tell me if done wrong.
Quote from: Sevah on January 02, 2018, 03:51:57 PM
I'm currently in top position by a huge margin BUT I'm intentionally dropping down to the bottom.

Faerd

((Just remove all references to Faerd actually doing something... LET ME control him! and stop godmoding ><))
"7/5th's of the world's populace do not understand fractions. 48% of all statistics are wrong"

"Because my Reality-Defining-Gun says so..."

~Faerd, Rhubarb of Randomness

Firetooth

(ok, do that now then cause I LOVE my story's and haven't really got much else to do today, but SHOULD be getting a new Redwall book tommorow.)
Quote from: Sevah on January 02, 2018, 03:51:57 PM
I'm currently in top position by a huge margin BUT I'm intentionally dropping down to the bottom.