Fluffy pink under-bellied and golden cream-topped clouds gently drifted over the western ramparts of Redwall Abbey. A crisp autumn breeze, rich with the refreshing scent of russet apples from the orchards and the warm embrace of woodsmoke from the kitchen, wafted upwards to the twitching nose of the walltop's lone sentinel.
Rivenah Thornpaww lightly and easily balanced atop the red sandstone battlements, while impassively scanning the peaceful sun-warmed path and field before her. Her left paw rested firmly on the hilt of an elegantly lethal fencing blade. She was unnaturally thin, as squirrels go, due to her recent life of hunger and helplessness. Had she not been found and rescued, revived and nourished back to health by the kind and …
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This is a fan fiction story by User:Astar Goldenwing. It is not considered canon, nor is it a policy or guideline.
This story is loosely connected with my fan fiction ‘For Freedom’: the War of Thousand Rains, or the war with reptiles, that is mentioned in the prologue, is the same war that Longstep and One-ear from ‘For Freedom’ fought in. Besides, in the book 3 of ‘For Freedom’ another connection between the stories could be glimpsed that would play its own role. Aside from that, ‘Raven’s Feather’ is an independent story that could be read alone.
In this story, one season equals one year.
Feel free to comment at the end and correct mistakes if you want.
The sun was rising over the lands of Southsward, bathing hills and streams in its soft gol…
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Autumn leaves swirled and danced on the stone steps outside the gatehouse of Redwall Abbey.
Rittlesby the hedgehog babe toddled over to the door, and firmly pushed it shut.
“Der we go, Mem Flinn! Did oi do et roit this here toime?” Rittlesby said, tucking his chin in and swaggering about, as he tried out his imitation mole speech.
The aged shrew, Flinn Furrit, chuckled gently as she leaned back in her old oak rocking chair and continued her knitting. A warm glow from the crackling fireplace lit her dark furred face.
“Of course you did, little one,” she said, kindly.
“Of course you’m did notter!” a husky voice piped up from the back of the room.
A rather round mole came trundling over to the gatehouse door, and swept up the little dibbun in one…
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Well, now I have at least the prologue of this, I'm gonna go ahead and make a post for it. ;) This is a graphic novel version of my fanfic, Defenders of Redwall. It's not the greatest, because with coloring all those frames I get kinda lazy sometimes, but it's fun and that's what counts. xD Not sure how far I'll get with this, but here goes nothing. Please comment! :D
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Nikos sheathed his blade and stepped outside where the remaining hordebeasts were at. He stood up on an old hay wagon, as the Hordebeasts lined up in rows of 5 to 8. One of the hordebeasts was a vixen named Gretcha, she was the Healer of the crew, she stood in the middle of the rows. She wore a purple robe and wore a headdress. Nikos inhaled and let out a big bellow.
"Ladies and gentlebeast, may I have your attention! Redwall is just east from here, they have plenty of supplies, weapons, and warm beds for us to lay our weary heads on. No more sleeping on the cold floor, no more scavenging for food. We will live like kings and lords, they are a peaceful bunch, talking that place will be a piece of cake. Are you with me?"
He shouted o…Read more >
| This is an unofficial sequel to Mattimeo, the real sequel is Pearls of Lutra. This takes place 10 years in the future after Matthias rescued Mattimeo. Yes I know that years are not applied in the Redwall Fantasies but I chose to give them "Human Years" because I wanted to Give the readers a more humanly vibe.
Mattimeo polished his sword as Tess made hot vegetable soup. Mattimeo was sitting next to his son Martin II, the baby mouse was in a bassinet made from wicker. Tess smiled at her husband as she stirred the soup with a wooden ladle in the big cauldron. However, at Cavern Hole, a sick Abbot Mordalfus laid in his bed, coughing severely. Constance badger passed away, seasons ago. Basil Stag Hare, rested in rocking chair, tears welling in…
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This is my first fanfic on here. I have written before, but I didn't post anything until now. It's set in Mossflower Country a long time in the future.
Thalliope Fessel had no idea what had been going on in Mossriver. The small city which was situated near the ancient Redwall Abbey had been feeling the tight economical times as well as anybody else. The Fessel & Fitzmond Company had taken one of the largest hits, but what shocked the tall, auburn-furred squirrel the most was the disrepair most of the company buildings were in when he returned. Granted, it had been twenty seasons since he had left his hometown to grow the business, but he thought he had left it in good paws.
Thal stuck his paws in his pockets as he walked the grounds, a half …
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This is my Christmas/Winter/New Years gift to all of you, all my RW friends! =D I love you all so much!!! ^^ So yeah, this is what I've been working on for the past month... :s But now it's finished, I can hopefully get back to DoR next month, when I won't be so busy. I wanted to finish this in time for Christmas, so it's not the greatest... feels a bit rushed to me... but I hope you enjoy it anyway. :} It's actually a crossover with Rise of the Guardians, which might sound weird, but I loved the idea so much. x] It's with Jack and the ARWT characters. If you haven't seen RotG... well, this story shouldn't really have too many spoilers, or you could go watch it, then read the story. ;) I hope you enjoy it anyway, even if you don't understan…Read more >
From the haunts of the island one will rise,
Furious warrior with the stars in her eyes.
Find the one who waits beside the sable path of old,
Waiting for the one who will avenge the past untold.
Look upon the treasure with eyes anew,
Find the dark one and her promise to you.
Story by story, day by day,
Only time will tell whose tale to portray.
An enemy you thought vanquished arises from the dark.
Black as night, starry light, the vixen makes her mark.The sun set on the island of the Marlfoxes. The castle, once so proud and stately, lay in ruins, a pile of stones and timber. The guards and soldiers lay somewhere under the rubble, slain. The High King Mokkan, also, was dead. The only living creatures left were the shoals of pike in the water.
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Karalea strained and tugged at the rope. She looked to her right, where her brother, Landis, and several other slaves hauled at the huge stone. Landis glanced at her and smiled. She shook her brown head at him. "No," she tried to mouth. "Stay silent. Don't draw attention to yourself."
A groan arrested her attention. She jerked her head around and saw that an old squirrel had fallen. Karalea had talked to him once or twice, but she was far better acquainted with his son Felldoh. Now, the squirrel lay on the ground with a young mouse bending over him.
Karalea instinctively glanced at Hisk, who didn't look happy. He raised his whip. "Here, keep movin', you lot!" he ordered. Then he turned on the squirrel.
"Get up, you!" he yelled. When the squir…Read more >