• Thorn Rag


    February 5, 2009 by Thorn Rag

    It was a misty night, as Thorn Rag sat on a rock dreaming, about Martin the Warrior and Redwall Abbey in the morning dew, dream about the Abbey and Martins brave soothing face. Suddenly, a dark figure came upon him, Thorn Rag stood up ready to fight it was a black and gray fox holding his sword at a fighting like angle, swords clash blood ozzes the fox is down! Thorn Rag is hurt but not dead, walking the long journey to Redwall... --Thorn Rag 16:30, 7 February 2009 (UTC)

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