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Thirteen exactly.
Glares at Roscoe.
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"Not really..." Maxy scratched his head.
"But I never really listen in on what the adults are saying unless it concerns me."
Shrugging, the white squirrel hopped atop a tree trunk.
"Why worry about it? They aren't bothering us, we were just in their land."

--

Roscoe whimpered.
"You're sayin' bye so soon? But you haven't even met my son!"
The weasel caught the fleeting young one by the ear and yanked him back over.
"This's Grant an' Rayne. Say 'hi', Terrin."

"Hi, Terrin," the younger weasel sneered, and he stomped on Roscoe's footpaw and ran off before his father could do anything.
Roscoe shrieked as he hopped up and down, howling. "Oooohhhh, I hate him!"

--

Rapshade watched Bracklew fidgetingly and when it dawned on him that the squirrel wasn't going anywhere he spun on his paws and ate with his back to him.
Leaving the porridge half-finished, he fled to the sink and deposited the dish.
"Was I quick enough?" The ferret asked quietly, skidding to a halt in front of Bracklew like an attentive soldier...or a Dibbun trying too hard to please. It was surely up to debate.
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 "He's delightful." Rayne said, watching the younger weasel scamper off. "But like I said before, we have truly important things to be doing. Which we were doing, before Master Terrin decided it would be amusing to guide us here." She glanced towards Grant for support.
 "Isn't that right Father Abbot?"

~*~*~*~*~

 Surprised, Bracklew stood and gave himself a good shake. Something was up, but he couldn't quite put a claw on exactly what it was. It was almost like Rapshade was trying to please him.
 "Yeah," he stammered, suddenly unsure of himself. "That was real quick. Uh, did you taste it at all or did you just inhale it?"
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"That's right," Grant said.
Roscoe's purple eyes widened sadly. He nudged the Abbot in the ribs and put on another grin a few seconds after. "Invite me fer dinner, then, eh?"

"Maybe," said Grant awkwardly.
He motioned to Rayne with a discreet tail flick.
"Now we really must be going. Good luck, Roscoe, but maybe try being a little less...disruptive?"
By that he meant to stop kidnapping creatures.
Before the vermin had a chance to keep them any longer, the Abbot grabbed Rayne's sleeve and broke into a run.

--

Rapshade flinched.
"Did y' w-want me t' taste it?" he asked meekly, rubbing his paws together. Still no eye contact. He rarely ever looked up nowadays.
"My error."
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 "Grant!" Rayne stumbled along behind the Abbot, jerking her sleeve from his grasp. "Grant we don't know where we're going." She insisted skidding to a halt. Their short sprint had left her out of breath, it'd been a while since she'd run at all. Huffing and puffing gave herself a moment to recover before pointing back to where Roscoe and his clan remained.

 "They'll have to show us back to the river, we'll get lost in wider Mossflower on our own."

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 "What? No- I mean ye- I don't care Rappy!" Bracklew moaned in exasperation rubbing his forehead with his paw. "Look, don't worry about it alright. Let's just go outside."
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"What?" the Abbot panted, glancing behind him with a groan.
He squeaked, "Aaagghhhh. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Now they would have to trudge back to the vermin group and ask for directions, and it would be uncomfortable because they had just supposedly fled in fear.
Grant ran a paw down his face, to the end of his snout.
"Well, then. I'm getting loony in my old age. Yes, directions will be helpful. Let's go back."

--

"Aa-y-yes, outside, thanks, that will be great." said Rapshade in a flustered jumble.
He inhaled and bit a claw. Calm down.
"I don't remember t' last time I was outside. So thank you, thanks, thank y'--you. Um, Bracklew."
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 For a moment Bracklew's gaze softened, Rapshade seemed almost genuine in his gratitude. But the moment passed as a twinge in his paw stump opened the memory floodgates to the last time he'd trusted the ferret. Grimacing Bracklew gave a short jerk of his head in acknowledgement as he walked.
 "Your fur'll fall out if you don't get outside enough. Least that's what the elders say. And you're ugly enough already so we can't have that."

 Bracklew stepped out into the Spring sunshine, shading his eyes so that they could adjust from the Abbey's natural gloom. "I was thinking I'd do some sword training," he said, more to himself than Rapshade. "I wonder where Duncan or Petu got to?"

~*~*~*~

 "You took off in such a rush." Rayne explained, freeing her habit from a clinging bramble. "There wasn't a chance to say anything. Hm, suppose Roscoe doesn't show us the way back? I wouldn't put any cruelty past that weasel. He might do it just to spite us for running off like that."
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"Unless time has changed him, I don't think Roscoe would lead us anywhere dangerous," Grant said. Thoughts lingered in the back of his mind and he wondered what Rayne was feeling. "At most he might force us to take the long way. Roscoe is a troublemaker, but I don't think he's evil."
Right? the old mouse's mind echoed.
Last time they met, Roscoe didn't have a group, or a son, or a mandolin. And he was unable to successfully kidnap anybeast.
"We will just have to trust him."

--

Rapshade had frozen for a fleeting second as they walked and Bracklew began his lament about fur. The black ferret shivered and folded his paws against his chest.
Did the squirrel know something?
His fur had been falling out and not growing back since his young days. Only his long pirate overcoat, however ratty, kept him looking normal.

"I thought they were inside," Rapshade murmured, sniffing the air.
How odd it was that this place felt foreign to him. Wind felt especially odd. He missed it.
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Stumbly looked back towards where they had had their encounter with the otters nervously.
"Maybe you should listen, then. You keep saying how you're not a kid anymore, so start taking an interest in what's happening out there. I heard 'May talking to a couple o' the others about those refugees? That keep flowing past from up north? If you knew what they said, you'd care a lot more about what's going on around here. Your way of life depends on it."
She took a long swig of mead.
"Besides, how could it be their land? Did you SEE them? They looked like the kinds of beasts who are always on the move. And the way they talked didn't make it sound like they were just defending their property. Why would they need to keep a mouse and a squirrel away?"
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Maxy frowned and rolled his eyes.
"That mead is getting to your head."

As they walked, he couldn't help but hear what Stumbly said over again in his mind. It bugged him and grated on his nerves. Why should somebeast whom is barely older than him be able to act like they knew everything in the world?
"Because," he said through gritted teeth, "They don't know who we are."
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Stumbly chuckled drily.
"Because we're such massive threats. D'ye have mud in yer ears, Max? They threatened to 'ave us killed if we stayed be'ind. Something's wrong here. And I'm going to find out what."
The mouse shrugged her bow from her shoulder and took off into the bushes.
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"Okay, see you at home, I guess!" Maxy called, continuing down the lake.
He lashed his bushy tail.
"If you even decide to come home...for all I know, you're going to run down to RiverBlue and form a second Vigil."

The squirrel frowned deeply.
If there was one thing he did know about their past, it was that the Vigil was a group of animals who policed the forest--to Redwall's disapproval.
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 "They were when we last saw them, sure." Bracklew agreed. "But they might be out here now. I doubt anybeast could resist a day like this. Look, there's Petu now." Bracklew waved down his rabbit friend and Petu responded with a wave of his own, jogging across the lawns towards them.

 "Hello Brack, and Rappy too. Heh, we don't see you outside often." Petu chuckled as he drew nearer. "Actually, I haven't seen you outdoors in forever come to think of it."

~*~*~*~

 "That's not entirely what I was concerned about." Rayne pushed past a few low hanging branches, sneezing when they tickled her nose. "Achew, I- achew. Whew, I meant he might not bother showing us a way at all, much less the right way."

 She frowned as the vermin came back into view. "I suppose you're right, we'll just have to trust him and hope for the best."
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"I think the last time I was outside was the fight," Rapshade said, more to himself than anybeast else. Was this the same lawn? Creatures died here? Time really did heal all wounds.
The ferret swiped at his ear self consciously.
"I forgot how it felt, to be honest. Thanks, thank you--Bracklew, did I thank you?"
The answer was yes. He squirmed and clutched his arm closer to him.

--

"Look who's back," Terrin whispered, nudging his mother.
They grinned fiendishly and began silently advancing when Roscoe suddenly raced out from behind to greet the mice, stopping them in their tracks.
"Darn it!"

The red-cloaked weasel took a bow.
"Abbot an' Raincloud, back fer more! You can't get enough of me, huh." He flashed his teeth. "I'm just that handsome!"
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 OOC: Alright, I've got no idea what to do with Bracklew and Petu past this point. :P

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 "Rayne," Rayne muttered crossing her arms. "Roscoe, we need directions ba-" she stopped midsentence, only then realizing their return to the vermin might've been a poor idea. She backed away from Roscoe, only to find herself in front of Terrin and his mother.
 "Let's not do anything silly." She advised the vermin, grabbing ahold of Grant's paw.

 
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Didn't Bracklew want to...practice sword fighting?
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"Oh, we won't do anythin' silly," growled the mother.
Terrin grinned an evil, childlike grin.

Yowling, Roscoe waved them off.
"Get on, go! Back inta' the bushes! Imbiciles!"
He turned around, puffing under his breath.
"What was it? Yer crossin' their lines, Rayne--Grant. Be careful."
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"Okay, see you at home, I guess!" Maxy called, continuing down the lake. RIVER!

Stumbly's head poked out from behind several bushes.
"Riverblue? You're the one walkin' towards Riverblue, Max. Y'idjit. We came that way!"
She pointed back down towards the clearing, then vanished into the plants again. Before the squirrel could move, the head popped out again.
"And besides, a second Vigil would be a good idea. Just ask May when you get back. If you get back. Try not to get lost. The Abbot'd skin me alive. 'Oh, Stumbly, you're supposed to be an adult now! How could you get poor little Maxy eaten by Flitchaye?'"
The mousemaid put on a look of hurt shock.
"Ooh, but Father sir, even though you're not related to me in any way, it wasn't my fault! Max is just as much an adult as I am, he can handle himself!"
Her paws circled her eyes, mimicking the old mouse's spectacles.
"DISGUSTING! I've had enough of you! How dare you leave someone capable on their own? You're just a troublemaker. Not that I'm surprised you never grew up. Kitchen duty for ten seasons, or Skipper'll beat you senseless with an oven paddle."
Stumbly took another drink and let out a loud burp.
"I'm probably being too harsh on the old codger, but stay safe. For both of our sakes."
The mousemaid vanished into the bushes once more.
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"Grant isn't like that!" called Maxy defensively, puffing up his fur. Stumbly was already gone, but he did not care.
"He just wants what's good for us. Is that such a bad thing?"
Rolling his eyes, the white squirrel turned on his heel--in the opposite direction of Riverblue.
He jumped a thick tree root.
Maybe the old mouse was a bit overprotective. He and Duncan and Aver and all the rest of the older creatures at Redwall, but...they were well-meaning.

Weren't they?

Stumbly's words started giving Max a complex. She was right. They did not take him seriously or think he could handle himself; golly, he hadn't even been out in the woods all by himself until now.
How could he even dream of questing and protecting the Abbey one day if his seniors barely respected him?
"Maybe I'll save them all one day..." he muttered. There was one beast he knew to go to that wasn't his father. Bracklew, the Abbey Warrior.
Maxy broke into a sprint.
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 "Our mistake," Rayne said, watching the vermin with unhidden suspicion. "We need directions back to the river, your son brought us here against our will, and we don't know the way back." She explained, looking towards Grant for support. He probably would have a better chance at convincing Roscoe to aid them then she ever could.

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 "Aye, you did." Bracklew rolled his eyes, he wasn't sure he liked the way Rapshade was acting, but at least it was easy to deal with.

 "You haven't been out of the Abbey for that long!" Petu gasped in shock, eliciting a raised eyebrow from Bracklew. "I could've sworn I've seen you out here... Once... Maybe...?"
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Roscoe bared his teeth.
"So yer sayin' you don't like my son, is that it?! Why, I'll--" he cut himself off and reached for his blade.
Grant held his paws up.
"Ahem," the mouse coughed, glancing apologetically at Rayne and then sternly at Roscoe. "She isn't saying anything of the sort. All we are asking for is your help getting back to the river. I know you're smart, don't you know the way?"

Roscoe's purple eyes lightened up with conceited pride at the little compliment. He knew it was likely bribery in order to make him go along, but anything positive about himself was music to his ears.
He swept his cape up and spun around, back to them.
"Make Rayne apologize first."

--

"Ah-I don't know, I don't remember," Rapshade admitted, shrugging nervously.
He shot Bracklew a desperate glance, one that read "spare me from this conversation", and then pointedly looked away.
"Er, nice talking t' you, Petu."
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 "Make me apologize!" Rayne cried, belligerent and defiant despite their precarious situation. "Why I never. The little brat ought to be apologizing to us for kitnapping us and force-marching us here. We were pushed and prodded in all the most uncivilized ways into these forsaken woodlands. Grant was even pushed down, do you know how dangerous that is for a mouse of his age? And then to request that I apologize! It’s absolutely outrageous."

~*~*~*~*~

 "How could you not remember?" Petu began to ask, but he was cut off by Bracklew. The squirrel warrior tapped his sword hilt, winking at his rabbit friend.

 "I was thinking about doing some sword training Petu, fancy a few sparring matches?"

 "Against you?" Petu scoffed, shaking his head. "Not today, I've got other things to distract me, important things, and I can't have bruised knuckles to do it." The rabbit frowned, glancing sideways at Rapshade. "Say, aren't you a bit concerned with having Rappy with you when you're training?"

 "I welcome him to try something." Bracklew said meaningfully, closing his claws around the leather bound hilt of his sword. "But I don't think he will, he's been acting odd..."
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Roscoe turned and prodded her with his dagger.
"Oh, okay," said the weasel jeeringly. He glanced over at Grant, a smug, crooked smirk on his snout. "I don't mean to Rayne on your parade, H'Abbot, but this missie's with ya and I guess she don't want help."

--

"Odd?" blurted Rapshade in concern, popping out from behind Petu.
"Bracklew Sir, I'll fix it, tell me what's odd, I promise I'm not trying t' disrupt anything."
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 "You see what I mean?" Bracklew grumbled crossing his arms. Petu nodded in understanding, Rapshade was acting odd. It was almost more concerning then the behavior they'd normally expect from the ferret, he had to be up to something.
 "He's been like this all morning," Bracklew continued, trying to find something malicious in Rapshade's plea, but only his prior distrust of the ferret kept him suspicious. "Duncan wants him watched closer, and he's been trying to impress me since breakfast. I think."

 "That's, certainly odd." Petu murmured. He shook his head as if to clear his ears of a annoying insect. "Can't see why he'd want to impress you, you're hardly worth impressing." Chuckling Petu ambled off leaving Bracklew and Rapshade alone again.

 "What's your game Rapshade!" Spinning suddenly the squirrel grabbed Rapshade by the front of his jacket pulling him closer until they were face to face. "You're up to something, I know it!"

~*~*~*~*~

 Flinching away from the dagger, Rayne held up her paws in defeat. Normally she would've given Roscoe a hefty piece of her mind, but their current situation and the drawn weapon stilled her fury.
 Sighing she bowed her head, only to raise it again, staring the weasel in the eye. "My apologies Roscoe, we need your help and knowledge of this area. Please... Ahem, please forgive me."

~*~*~*~

 "Goin' somewheres young'un?" A large rat, armed with a spear stepped into Maxy's path, cutting the young squirrel off. The rat looked aged, but tough, and he held the spear with ease of a beast well versed in combat.
 "Not anymore by the looks of it. Don't know many youths that go chargin' 'bout these parts o’ Mossflower on their own. So, where's ye parents at? They'll be close no doubt."


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Rapshade looked terrified.
"I wish you no harm..." His eye contact wavered.
He felt trapped. The squirrel had a sword, and they were alone.
In a moment of instinct, he shot out with his good leg...at Bracklew's belly.

--

"First ya have to say that Roscoe is th' king of the forest an' that Rayne is a crawlin' little dirt worm," Roscoe teased, "An' then I'll 'elp you."

Grant dragged a paw across his eyes.

--

The young squirrel looked up.
"I only have one parent, and he's at home, thanks," Maxy stepped around the rat and continued walking, but paused and halted after a few steps. He lowered a brow.
"I know you're going to ask where I live. It's Redwall Abbey...home to a bunch of tough warriors. I'll be one of them one day. My father is one already."
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 "Aack ooff," all the air in Bracklew's lungs rushed out in a single gasp as Rapshade's knee connected with his abdomen. Releasing the ferret's jacket Bracklew stumbled away, more surprised than hurt by the blow.
 "No harm huh," he wheezed, laying a paw once more upon his sword hilt. The blade rasped out halfway, before being slide back into its sheath.
 "Actually, that won’t be necessary, I've got a better idea."

~*~*~*~

 "... Roscoe is the king of the forest." Rayne chanted in the most singsong voice she could muster. Then, with amazing speed, "and Rayneisacrawlinglittledirtworm." She closed her eyes, looking visibly hurt by the confrontation. Somehow, with what dignity she had left, Rayne maintained a calm demeanor refusing to be baited by Roscoe once again.
 "There, I said it. You'll help us now, right, your majesty?"

~*~*~*~*~

 "I know Redwall," the rat growled. He followed Maxy, using the spear haft like a walking stick. He was impressed by the squirrel's lack of fear, or lack of displayed fear. So he kept pace with Maxy, shambling along with a slight limp.
 "I asked for ye parents cause ye got nothin' to take off'n ye, least nothin' worth takin'. But if he's at Redwall that wouldn' 'elp me much either. Can't see meself taken Redwall single-pawed, no?" He chuckled winking at the squirrel casually. "So, are ye out alone. Surely there's somebeast wit' ye nearby, an' mayhap they'll 'ave valuables on them I could borrow."
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Roscoe beamed.
"Yeah, sure, or something like that. I'm a benevolent king. Come on!"
He ran ahead, cape and tail streaming out behind him.

Chuckling, Abbot Grant followed more slowly.
"Good job, Rayne."

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Maxy's eyes glimmered. He was actually getting bothered by a vermin! This was the beginning of something, he knew it. "Nope, just me and this pebble I keep kicking. There were some otters back there...I'm sure they wouldn't mind."

--

Rapshade stumbled backwards, going over in his mind whether he would choose to run or to stay there.
If he ran, he wouldn't get far. The ferret merely backed up a little bit more from Bracklew, and grinned, sheepishly, dusting off his coat. He had a flighty look in his eyes.
"I-I didn't--I didn't mean--it was reflex."
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