A squirrel woke up under a tree in Mossflower. Around her, dead bodies of squirrels laid in pools of blood, even she laid in one.
Who am I? Who are these squirrels? Oh, the pain! That was all she thought about. Slowly she started to black out again. A huge slash on her arm gushed out blood. She noticed the necklace she was wearing. She read what it had written on it:
"Sam...my name...is..Sam..!"all had went black for Sam Coneslinger.
Book 1: A Unknown Coneslinger
"Ma'rm, are ya alright? 'ello?"Sam awoke looking into the face of a otter. She let out a scream.
"Aaaahhh, get away!"
"Whoa there ya tree mouse! Ya gonna be okay, me ain't gonna hurt. The fact ya are already beat up."
"Who..who are you?"Sam asked, still stunned.
"I'm Skipper Waterweed. That pretty'un is me mate Alana. And the others are me crew. You are...?"
"Ummm, let me see..."she looked at the necklace."Oh,..er.. Sam Coneslinger, I think."
"Ya think?!?! Ya don't know who ya are?"
Sam put on a sad face."Oh, let the young'un be Skip! Stop askin' her these questions ya know she can't answer."Alana had come over."Are ya hungry dear?"
"Yes, thank you Mrs. Waterweed."Sam attack the soup that Alana brought."Mmmm, yummy!"
Sam noticed they both moved to spot where they thought she was out of ear shot, but they weren't.
"So, when are we gonna to take the young'un to Redwall with us?"
"O'course dear! We can't leave her here for vermin!"Skipper stopped when he saw Sam watching. She turned her head and walked over to some young adult otters."We'll let'er heal a'bit and we leave in the morn."