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Post by Lisolette on Mar 12, 2010 6:00:36 GMT 5
Foremole placed the angry molebabe in his cradle. "Dadda?" Soiler asked.
"Aye, Soiler?" Rootarkin said with an experated sigh.
"Oi 'ave a stinker..." The baby said with a confident nod.
Foremole Rootarkin sighed and nodded before taking him out of the crib and gently place him on his stomach on a table. As he threw out the contents, the mole-leader looked at the table to see...that Soiler had dissapeared...
Again.
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Post by phrostphyre on Mar 12, 2010 7:03:34 GMT 5
"Ye do realize ye are nae the last MacTire lad. There are about twenty left, all fighting beasts, and all headed towards ye. Ai told them tae head south, and south they are headed." The comfort of his father's voice would help Convel do what he did next.
Running on zero fuel, Convel's body need food and sleep, in what order it couldn't decide. Even so, the thought of MacTires searching for him catapulted him out of the blankets he was in, and toward the walls.
Screaming the war cry of Clan MacTire, he bellowed it all the way to the top of the north wall. Yelling it as loud as he could, he knew they were coming.
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Post by Lisolette on Mar 12, 2010 7:58:27 GMT 5
Foremole flinched at the MacTire war cry, nearly making him fall down the stairs, but he quickly regained his balance and ran over to the others. "Everyone! Oi lost Soiler agin!" He called out. -~*~- Soiler crept over to the kitchens. Smiling, he stole an apple pastie and munched it down before creeping away, now ready for his mission. |
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Post by phrostphyre on Mar 21, 2010 6:53:21 GMT 5
The sound of bagpipes drifted over the air, stirring Convel's blood. The tune was 'The MacTire March', and coming into sight over a slight hill was a group of wolves, thirty all told, marching south, clad in different MacTire kilts, but MacTire wolves all. The sight caused Convel to just about faint, but gathering himself, he bellowed the time honored MacTire rallying cry for all he was worth, the sight of MacTire wolves moving him to shed silent tears.
"Sgurr Uaran! Who challenges the MacTire by playing 'The MacTire March', and by wearing that tartan that is MacTire alone?!"
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Post by Lisolette on Apr 5, 2010 4:20:28 GMT 5
The sight of Convel made Foremole forget about Soiler. He stared out at the wolves, excitement swelling up in his stomach. -~*~- Soiler had crept out of the kitchens and outside of Redwall Abbey to stare at the MacTire wolves, "Wow..." The molebabe gasped, smiling cheekily, "It's a 'ole tribe o' zurr Convel's!!!!" |
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Post by Malum on Apr 5, 2010 21:25:22 GMT 5
Abbess Nutmeg watched as the wolves arrived. A lot of hugging and crying basically happened. She walked up the battle ments and noticed a lone figure coming near.
"Convel.....Someone's coming...An.. OTTER?!?!" She yelled, running out and listening to his story. "OK wolves... and others.... Skipper is being attacked by a group of vermin... INCLUDING a wolf. We MUST help them or they will be destroyed! Who'll come with me?" She asked holding her breath. Sir Chewy stepped out with the weasel following.
"I will." They both said simultaneously.
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Post by phrostphyre on Apr 8, 2010 4:36:04 GMT 5
"Rupert, how are the laddies out-fitted? Claymores! Front and center! Targes and broadswords right behind the wee laddies up front! Archers! Do your thing! Let us give the scum a Hielan' charge they''ll nae forget! Sgurr Uaran!" Hefting his broadsword and dirk, Convel nodded at the ladies, Rupert, and Sir Chewy. Swinging his broadsword in circle at his side, he lifted it above his head and Convel charged, leading his clan into battle once more.
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Post by Malum on Apr 8, 2010 5:26:54 GMT 5
Sir Chewy and Nutmeg followed, calling their fighters to them too.
"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!"
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Post by Lisolette on Apr 10, 2010 5:26:23 GMT 5
Soiler forgotten, Foremole Rootarkin joined in the cry,
"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDWAAAAAALL!"
Covered by the battle-cry, a young, small voice of a certain baby mole was shouted, "REEEEEEEDWAAAAAAAALL!!! NYAAAAAY!"
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Post by Malum on Apr 10, 2010 8:27:25 GMT 5
Abbess Nutmeg ran back and rolled Soiler back into Redwall.
"You STAY HERE Soiler!" She yelled, running back to head the charge.
Within minutes they arrived at the church to see vermin fighting vermin and Skipper fighting vermin. Abbess Nutmeg spoke quickly.
"If a vermin is killing a vermin, DON'T HARM THEM! Or I will personally DEAL with you!" She said, jumping into the fray.
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