Referenge Dom

[Lisolette]

(Out of Story: Go onto Youtube and look a song called Suburban Jungle. It kind of fits. If you get something else, then either you or I spelled something wrong. :x

Also, can you guys look at my story, "The Jokerman's Betrayal"!?)

Siri the Swordsquirrel chopped and sliced corsairs left and right, screaming insults to the Vermin and crying in mourn for his wife, all at the same time. With his right arm he killed the murderers, and with his left he held his son and wife close. His son was terrified, clinging to his father. Siri's wifes forehead smothered in blood, her eyes emotionless, and her body limp and cold...

Book 1
Capture

Chapter 1

Dom swung his fathers longsword, pretending he slaying evilbeasts. "Take that, stoat! Hohoho! You can't handle ol' Dom the Swordsquirrel, son of Siri the Swordsquirrel! HUMPH!" The sword made a WHOOSH sound as it went earthward onto the sand, pretending he had just sliced a weasel in half.

He and his father, a widower, lived on the coast of Southsward. The two squirrels drey was a small acorn tree that provided them both food and shelter. When a hurricane hit, Dom and his father would go to a birch tree ten miles away from the coast.

Siri was teaching his son how to become a warrior, just like him. But Dom was so excited in becoming a warrior that sometimes he would steal the family longsword, just as he had done.

Dom was just a young squirrel, ten seasons old, and barely able to use the sword. His arms quivering with the stress, Dom pretended to stab a fox in the gut, and leap back to watch his "victim" fall.

-~*~-

Not far from the young squirrel, Vermin of all sorts trekked up onto the beach. They were corsairs, most of them ferrets, stoats, pine martens, and weasels, with only ten rats running amongst them. Their leader, the most feared ferret captain of all time, Cap'n Raeoki the Plucker, wore a necklace, and bracelets with stringed eyes flowing from them, all of whom she plucked, giving the ferret captain her title. Raeoki stopped, making the rest of her crew stop, and look at her small fleet ships. "First Mate Bludhawk!" The ferret barked.

A stoat ran up to her. "Aye, Captain Raeoki?"

"Get ten corsairs and search for some dwelling or dwellings..." She growled, "NOW."

With a nod the second-in-command of the corsair ship, the Sunker did as he was told, and with ten Vermin following him Bludhawk marched eastward.

-~*~-

Siri the Swordsquirrel stomped over to his son, who was at the foot of a dune. "DOM! What do you think you're doing!?"

Dom glanced at his father behind his shoulder, "I'm slayin' Vermin, Daddy!" He called out before he looking forward and feebly slicing the stomach of a rat from its legs, well, at least in his mind. With a smile Dom put the longsword 'twixt his teeth and began to climb the dune.

"Stop that! You could get killed!" Siri growled as his son reacched the top. Dom didn't answer, instead he stared straight-ahead. "DOM! LISTEN TO ME!" Siri barked before thumping his fluffy tail on the sand and began to climb the dune.

Dom shook a bit. "SOUTHSWARD!!" He cried, as he surprisingly raised his sword and charged.

"DOM!" Siri cried before scrambling to the top.

About ten Vermin awaited his charging son. Cursed, dirty little pieces of filth smirking evilly at Dom.

"DOM!" Siri cried as he slid down the other end of the dune. He got on all fours and ran after his son. Dom ignored his father and attempted to slice away at an stoat, who appeared to be the leader of the band. But he side-stepped the slash, and cruelly gave the young squirrel a kick to the cheek, making him fall to the sand. "DOM! DOM!" Siri screamed. The erminestoat prepared to stomp on Dom's stomach, but Dom raised the blade and cut deep into the pads of his foot-paw. The ermine howled, and clutching his foot hopped backwards.

"GET THAT BRAT!" He cried.

"NO!" Siri growled and leaped at the on-going Vermin, "SOOOOUTHSWAAAARD!" The squirrel father howled as he knocked over a rat with his body. He leapt back over to his son, grabbed the longsword away from Dom, and held him close with his left arm and fought with his right. Siri sliced the face of a ferret, and then stabbed the throat of a stoat.

"Daddy?" Dom whispered, an awful feeling in his gut.

"What?" Siri's voice was surprisingly calm as he fought, a stoats cutlass drove into his side, and with a wince the warrior squirrel hopped back, nearly hitting the edge of a pine martens blade.

"I'm sorry..." Dom whispered, before the pine marten drove his sword into Dom's fathers chest.

-~*~-

Dom wiggled and screamed in defeat and mourning as two rats dragged him away, each one holding one of his paws. "LET ME GO! LET ME GO! WHY WON'T YOU LET ME GO!?" Dom screamed.

The Vermin ignored Dom as they dragged him away, leaving the corpse of his father with a blood-pool surrounding the dead Warrior...

[Lisolette]

(oos: CHAPTAH TWO! PLEASE COMMENT! Ook, and I don't know why I'm telling you guys this, but go on Youtube and look up Thanks for the Memories, Redwall. Not my video!! The lyrics are more for an ending chapter, but the tune sort of fits. )


The ferret and squirrel clashed, longsword against cutlass. The ferret hissed and slapped Siri's face with a whip. The squirrel was momentarily stunned, she found her chance to escape. Battered, bruised, and bloody she ran out of the hut. After a few paces away from the home, she looked over shoulder to see the squirrel coming out, longsword in one paw, dead wife and frightened babe in the other.

Chapter 2

The scouts of nine, led by First Mate Bludhawk, had returned to The Sinker. The two rats who were dragging a young squirrel tossed him in front of Cap'n Raeoki, who stared at him without emotion. "Well...I be...a little squirrelmite..."

"I'm not a mite!" He protested as he rolled off of his back and sat on his knees, glaring at the ferret, "I'm ten seasons old!"

Raeoki tossed her head back and laughed. "O' course ye are!" The young'un blinked in confusion at her before suddenly a she thrust her toes up his chin, sending him flat on his back in pain. Growling and hissing, she stomped her foot down on his belly. "You liddle ingrate! You DARE talk back to me!?"

"I-I don't even know who you are!" He protested, glaring daggers at the female ferret.

Raeoki the Plucker glared daggers right back at the squirrel. "I am Cap'n Raeoki the Plucker, the most feared ferret captain in all the seas! And what are you!?"

The squirrel wriggled around, and with a light growl thumped his fist down on the ferrets foot-paw, "I am Dom the Swordsquirrel, son of Siri the Swordsquirrel!"

With an infuriated hiss, Raeoki planted a foot-paw on his face before glaring at Bludhawk, "Was this all you can get!? Some stupid, wanna be swordsquirrel!?" She took her foot-paw off of his face and back on the sand, next to her other foot-paw.

Bludhawk eyes turned into concern slits. "Unfortunately, ma'am."

"No!" Dom cried out, "They killed my dad!"

Raeoki blinked, "Did you even bother going more up the coast, Bludhawk?" The stoat shook his head and opened his mouth to speak.

WHOOSH!

Raeoki's cutlass flew through the air and into Bludhawk's chest. It was all so sudden that the stoat died with his mouth still open, prepared to utter the words that could never be heard. Dom stared at the deaceased First Mate with shocked, frightened eyes. "Wh-Why'd you do that for!?" Dom gasped.

Not giving the shocked squirrel an answer, Raeoki scanned the crowd. "Where is Crowdusk!?" She barked.

Dom gasped as a pretty female stoat stepped into view. Her body was as black as a crow's feathers, and her eyes became darker and darker as you went up, just as the sky of dusk, with the same colors too! "Aye, Cap'n?" Dom shuddered at how feminine, how harmonious her beuatiful voice was.

Raeoki nodded, obviously not swayed by Crowdusk as Dom and the other males in the crowd. "Congrats. Yer the new First Mate. Ye can go celebrate by looting Bludhawk if ye want. Just don't steal me cutlass!"

Crowdusk gave her superior the most charming smile Dom had ever seen. "Thank yew, Cap'n! Oop! Stoopid me!" She smacked her forehead and rolled her eyes.

"Wot!?" The ferret captain hissed.

"The pine marten, Dragfelon, he got a longsword from Dom's dad." Crowdusk answered, and immediately the pine marten that had killed her father emmerged, holding his fathers sword. Dom glared at Dragfelon with intense hatred.

Raeoki nodded. "Very well, Dragfelon, yew were the one that killed the squirrel, yew can 'ave it." Dragfelon smiled ear-to-ear.

"What!? No!" Dom's glare flashed over to Raeoki, "That's my families sword!"

Raeoki leaned down meancingly at Dom, so close that their noses were only a hair's breath away. "Well, guess wot..." She straightened her body and punted Dom so hard that he flew a foot away from the ferret, "O' well!" She growled before grabbing him by the shirt collar. "Fer a squirrelbrat ye sure iz a strong'en..." The ferret captain hissed, before mainiaclly giggling, "Heeeheee! Where yer goin', squirrelbrat, yew might as well be in Hellsgates!"

[Lisolette]

The ferret ran at the squirrelwife, looking down at her baby in the cradle. She screamed and ducked a swipe that would've loffed off her head. The squirrelwife rammed herself into the ferret's stomach, knocking her over. Growling, the ferret dug her cutlass deep into the squirrelwifes back, killing her. She knocked the squirrelwife away, and when she had gotten on her foot-paws, the husband of the squirrelwife was gaping at her dead body. He glared at her, grabbed his longsword, and charged!

Chapter 3

Dom was thrown into a scum, mold, and baranacle-infested room by two mongrel-looking ermines. They chained him onto a slave bench, next to a mouse, and stomped away, leaving behind a ferret-maid with dazzling jade-green eyes. Dom stared at the long pole next to him, and took the actions of his partner to let him realize what to do. He grabbed onto the heavy oar, and with all his might rowed. Dom sighed. He wondered what he and his father would be doing today if those awful corsairs hadn't came. Practice sparring? Fishing? Boating? Foraging? Playing? Or just simply lying down on the sand and soak up the nice, warm sun?...A sun that was so disgusted of this place that it avoided it at all costs. Dom let out a small whimper, to low for the ferret-maid guard to hear. A small tear ran down his face, and the hushed voice of the mouse beside Dom scared him, "Don't worry, young'un, they can't keep us chained up forever! We just have to buck up and keep our tails straight until that faithful day when we're out of this room shaped out of mold," He winked, "The na-AAAAA-AAAAME'S!!!"

Frightened, Dom looked up to see the jade-eyed female ferret lifting the mouse off of the slave-bench. Cruelly, she twisted both ears and dropped the mouse on his rump. She unchained him, and dragged him by the tail. Surprisingly, the mouse didn't scream for mercy, in fact, he seemed like he was...used to it...! Dom watched her drag the mouseslave away, and a minute later a stoat marched in with a mole-maid in toe. Dom unconciously ignored the stoat, but instead stared at the mole-maid. She was...GREEN! How in the name of seasons had she gotten a green face!? Dom stared at her, even when she was chained and sitting the slave-bench in the mouse's place. Something sharp prodded the back of his head, and immediately he looked over his shoulder, "Enjoying the view o' a perty mole lassie, eh, squirrely-brat!?" The stoat snorted.

"W-Well, actually..."

"SHUDDAP!" The stoat barked, "Anuther word outta yew and yew'll be keel-hald! If oi waz Jaderider, yew would already be wit dat mousey! But no! Yew're lucky, ol' Dunescout-that's me-'ere's and oi'm a noice stoat! Unloik mean Jadey! Yep, dat's roight, ol' Dunescouts a noice stoat!" Dunescout nodded confidently before tramping back to his post.

Dom turned back and continued to row with the green mole-maid. He glanced at the other slaves. They were all in a dark, scum-filled world in which they had to do forced manuable labor to survive, and were constantly looking for a chance to run back to their peaceful lives, where their loving friends and family awaited them with open arms...

-~*~-

Outside the oar chamber was a small room with only the rickety stairs and the door to keep it company. They were force-marched up the stairs, and into a floor that couldn't be considered a floor at all. It was one hall, no rooms to enter, no nothing. Just stairs at one end that led to the oar chamber, and further forward was a staircase that went to the floor above. Dunescout the "nice" stoat was replaced by two polecats, one of them Dragfelon. The oarslaves were marched to stand straight against the left wall, facing forward. On the right wall their was others slaves, but they weren't as strong as Dom, the green mole-maid infront of him, the brawny otter behind him, and the other slaves that had been in that awful, scum-infested room. These slaves were dainty, petite even, and were obvioulsy not built for rowing big ships such as The Sunker. But appearently Dragfelon and the other polecat didn't care, becuase when they had the oarslaves sitting down, backs straight against the wall, they had the more weaker slaves get up, and go down the stairs that led to the rowing room. Dom couldn't find a name for it.

Dragfelon was the one to force them away to rowing, and the other polecat marched up and down the hall, glaring at the slaves as if any minute they were going to make a run for it. The green mole-maid looked up at the tall, brawny otter, "Oi'm gonna strangle Loudmouth Loamly fer gettin' in trouble fer talkin' and yappin', burr aye!" Dom was shocked at the green mole-maid. Talking out loud like that! Wasn't talking not allowed!?

Before the otter could speak, Dom whispered harshly, "We're not allowed to talk!! We'll get in trouble!"

The mole-maid and the otter chuckled, "You don' have to worry about that, young feller, we're allowed to talk out here." The otter smiled at Dom, and he made the squirrel feel like he was in the presence of his father again, "My name's Tuffrow, the mole-maid is named Floraterri, but you can call her Flora. And what's your name, Lil' Matey?"

Dom blinked, "My name's Dom the Swordsquirrel, my father is Sire the Swordsquirrel."

"Oooooh..." Tuffrow looked at Floraterri, "Looks like we got a warrior in our midst, Miss Flora!"

"Mmph." She chuckled, "Remoinds me of moi uncle, Burtmulch. Now, 'ee was a gurt warrior...'Ad a 'uge 'ammer..." Flora let out a sigh, a faraway look in her eyes.

Tuffrow leaned down to whisper in Doms ear, "Her uncle was killed by these corsairs ten seasons ago, Miss Flora was only a molebabe then, and to add insult to injury poor Miss Flora was captured by her uncles murderers. She and her uncle were right close, y'know." The otter explained.

"Oh..." Dom whispered, an understanding yet piting looki in his eyes, "How were you captured, Mr. Tuffrow?" He didn't mean to say "Mr. Tuffrow" but Tuffrow continuinlly calling Floraterri, "Miss Flora", just made him say it.

"Me? Oh. I was born here. I'm the only beast in here that was born on The Sinker, actually. I never knew my father, just my mother, but she won't tell me how she got here. She was always to my right, and whenever I woke up, she would smile at me and say, 'Hello, Tuffy, I do believe that we're going to have a fine day'. But the problem was, nothing can be fine here, but either way, I'd believe and go off to row with a happy spirit. But when I was about your age, I woke up to find my mother not smiling at me. In fact she wasn't there at all. All there was just some grumpy, ugly shrew glaring and grimacing at me like all his misfortune was my fualt. Whenever I tried talking to him, he'd just bark insults at me and pout, glaring at his foot-paws as he went. But one day, he popped, and he called out to the guard insults and that he was to eduacated and handsome for this life. Then he insulted the captain, Raeoki the Plucker. He was dragged away, beaten before he was even able to get to the whipping posts. Then Floraterri was dragged in. She was just a molebabe, and she had only been on The Sinker for thirty seconds. So I took care of her, and she made me feel like I was more then just wretched slave born only to pull a ship through the ocean, just as my mother did..." A tear ran down Tuffrow's face as he whispered his tail, "And you, Lil' Matey?"

Dom told him his tale, before deciding it was time to go off-topic, "Is Loudmouth Loamly the mouse that was punished for talking to me?"

It was Flore who answered, "Burr aye. Loamly's a scoundrel, alroight. Sumtimez oi thinks 'ee talks just to get out o' rowing. I don' know why Oi think dat, though. Not even Loamly's stupid enough fer that, since those who break the rules gets beatin' an whipped." The mole-maid answered.

Dom blinked at her sickly green face, "Miss Flora? Why are you green?"

Tuffrow put his paws on his hips, "Lil' Matey, I don't think that's a very nice question to be asked!"

Flora chuckled, "Oh, don' worry, yew ol' river-dog! Oi got dis green naturally-see, Oi got so sea-sick that Oi turned green."

Dom blinked, "Seriously? That sounds sort of...made up."

Flora acted like she was offended, "O' course Oi'm not makin' it up! Ask Mr. Tuffrow if yew don' believe me!"

Dom turned to the otter, who nodded, "Aye, Lil' Matey. It's true. And everyday it gets worse," He leaned down to Dom's ear again, "Moles aren't made to stay on ships for such a long period as Miss Flora has gone through. At this rate, I fear that she may even throw-up her internal organs out some day!"

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The ferret knocked down the nursery door with ease. The squirrel was sprawled upon the floor, temporarily stunned. A squirrelwife looked over her shoulder and gasped at her, “Don’t move!” The ferret growled, taking a step forward. The squirrelwife turned her head forward and ran as fast her legs could take her, and the ferret gave chase. The squirrelwife tripped over her own footpaws. The ferret was a foot away from her when she scrambled to her footpaws and continued her dash. The squirrelwife reached the cradle and fell to her knees. She reached under the cradle and grabbed a knife from beneath. She rose up and stabbed the ferret in the shoulder. The ferret screamed as she took the knife out of her. The corsair hit her wrist with her corsair hilt, and the knife flew out of her hand. Another whack to the cheek made the squirrelwife spin around, and she grabbed the cradle rim so she wouldn’t fall over. The corsair smiled and prepared her blade for a quick swipe to the neck…

Chapter 4

It was dawn to dusk that the slaves worked. At dusk they would be taken from the slave benches (Tuffrow had told them what they were called) into the long hallway where they were to stay. Sometimes the other slaves that weren’t on the slave benches would be waiting for them, sometimes they would come after them, and sometimes the oarslaves were the ones waiting for them. These were one of these days.

'Why don’t the other slaves go to the slave benches with us, Mr. Tuffrow?” Dom asked the otter.?” Dom asked the otter.

“Those slaves are servants; they are to serve the crew of The Sinker, but if needed they will replace an oarslave. Raeoki chooses her slaves depending on our build. Servants are small and petite, oarslaves are big and tough. Flora is a servant, they thought she was going to be an oarslave when she was a babe because of her uncle was a warrior; she’s just sittin’ next to ye because Loamly is still getting’ punished. He should come out tomorrow.”

Flora hushed them with a wave of her paw, “Would yer two hush!? Yer going to get the guards angry! Ever since the day after Loudmouth Loamly they’re not lettin’ anybeast talkin’!”

Dom leaned forward and looked to his left, then to his right. Two stoats, the stoat to the right was Dunescout, the other was a complete stranger to the squirrel. The new stoat glared at him, “You! Idjit! Lean back or I’ll skewer you!” He growled, and Dom slammed his back against the scummy wall. Ten minutes later, the vixen, Nightshade, strolled in. She wore a smock and a bonnet, and in her paws she held a ladle. A trolley being pushed by a ferret and a polecat followed her. The vixen wasn’t a corsair; she was a cook-and not a very good one, at that.

Nightshade sniffed at the slaves, “Alright, you idiotic little wretches. Get yer paws ready.” The oarslaves reluctantly did as they were told.

Dom frowned and leaned over to Tuffrow, “Where are the other slaves?”

Tuffrow shook his head, “I don’t know.”

Dinner was exchanged. They were scraps of meals from the corsairs and slaves dumb enough not to eat their meal mashed into water, creating a drink and a meal at the same time. Nightshade put a bowl in each the oarslaves paws, before nodding to the guards. This time, the stoats pushed the trolley away and Nightshade followed, while the ferret and polecat took guard. An hour later, the servants silently trudged in, and went to sleep without dinner.

-~*~-

Tuffrow was wrong. Morning had come, and Flora, Dom, and the other oarslaves were rowing. Dom didn’t understand why Flora wasn’t an oarslave-she was strong, like one, if not a little bit slow.

There was a scraping noise from the center of the room. The oarslaves gave each other confused glances. Jaderider became angsty, “Who’s makin’ that noise!?” She growled, waving her cane around. She walked in the center aisle of the benches, watching them closely. Jaderider went behind a young squirrelmaid, just out of babyhood.

“Cursed Vermin…” Flora whispered angrily, “They’ll git anybeast to the slave benches, as long as they don’ know where else to put’em, hurr!” Next to the squirrelmaid was a mouse, nine seasons older then Dom.

“Who’s makin’ that noise!?” Jaderider hissed.

“We don’t know…” The mouse muttered. Jaderider growled at him, and then lifted her cane up. It came down on the squirrelmaid. All of the slaves flinched as the little squirrel screamed.

"Where is it coming from!?" The ferret continued.

The mouse allowed a tear to roll down his cheek, "We don't know."

Jaderider lifted the cane, "Do ye want yer lil' friend 'ere to get 'er fur whipped off!?"

The mouse bowed his head, "No..." But Jaderider didn't seem to hear him. The cane was struck down again.

Dom bristled with anger. He jerked on the oar, but Flora held him back, “Are you a madbeast!?” She hissed at him, “Harm that corsair and yer dead!”

"I’d rather be a deadbeast then let that foul wretch hurt that child!” Dom growled, “Now let go!”

Flora would not hear of it, “An let ye die!? Never!”

Dom glared at her, “Look, Flora, you’re my mate, and I appreciate it that ye care for me like that, but there’s a little squirrel getting’ hurt right now, and I’m going to stop it! If I die, then I die, but at least I’ll be standing up to myself and the innocent, unlike the rest of ye!” That seemed to do the trick, because with a long look in her eyes the molemaid released the oar.

Dom slid off the bench and was about to take a step toward when a large shock popped out of the floor. The slaves let out a scream of terror as the carnivorous fish ripped through the wood, spraying splinters everywhere. The shark sunk down. Jaderider grimaced and grabbed the javelin that was tied to her back. She padded over to the hole and crouched down. The shark jumped through the hole, and the vermin lunged at it with the javelin. The weapon pierced the end of its moth, and blood trickling down from it disappeared from the surface. Jaderider smirked and got knelt down, javelin at the read. Dom took a few quiet steps, before hitting Jaderider at the bottom of her head.

THUMP!

The force of the blow was so powerful that it whapped the ferret closer to the water. Jaderiders neck was an inch away from the sea. She glared at Dom, “You…” She started off, and the door was kicked open. Captain Raeoki and some of The Sinkers crew rushed in, a heart-beat later, the shark leaped up. It grabbed the corsair by the throat, and with high-pitched scream and a gurgle, the ferret was dragged into the sea.

Raeoki snorted, “Stir that loudmouthed mouse and get’im out of the brig. Grab two other oarslaves and five servants-we’re going to seal up this hole.”

Crowdusk, first mate to Raeoki, blinked, “What about Jaderider, cap’n?”

Raeoki glared at her, “What about her?”

(oos: I am so off the mole dialouge. NOOO!