A bright sun shone from a sky of pale blue, sending shafts of golden light down into the forests of Mossflower woods. There was a chill in the air, heightened by the lack of foliage on the stately oak, elm and beech. Occasionally dotted between the bare trees stood pines, almost smug in their heavy green leaves. The floor of Mossflower wood was dappled from the light, dark shadow regularly lit up by the golden glow. As the sun moved slowly towards its zenith the birds came alive, each one adding its voice to the dawn chorus.
Standing upon Redwall's ramparts was the Abbot of the Abbey, Father Shamrock. The small otter had his paws tucked into his green habit sleeves to keep them from the chilly air. Beside him stood a burly hedgehog,…Read more >