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Free of his splint at last, Reads-With-Tail frowned as he shrugged his way into his shirt. I saved for this for years. It shouldn't be this underwhelming. But spending a day without it made it clear how hard-worn the faithful garment was. Too much water had soaked it over the years, seaspray from Windhelm and snowmelt from Bleak Falls and just droplets from when he hadn't dried off properly after a swim. The threads were still woven tight, but they were obviously starting to sag and part. The uneven patches of cool air and warm pressure on his scales were about to drive him mad. And yet I never noticed them when I just...wore it. Really, I th

Duvir couldn't wait to crest the first hill. His older brothers had gathered everything they could afford to burn and raised a massive bonfire inside their camp, and the darting firelight tore at his eyes no matter where he looked. The pale whites and yellows of the sand beneath and all around him caught the light and bounced it back at him from all directions. That would have been fine if the sky wasn't so dark, if the pillar of smoke wasn't obscuring the moon and stars overhead. His eyes and his body insisted it was night, but if the light wasn't so ruddy it could have passed for daylight, and the contrast was giving the young kit fox a hea

Free of his splint at last, Reads-With-Tail frowned as he shrugged his way into his shirt. I saved for this for years. It shouldn't be this underwhelming. But spending a day without it made it clear how hard-worn the faithful garment was. Too much water had soaked it over the years, seaspray from Windhelm and snowmelt from Bleak Falls and just droplets from when he hadn't dried off properly after a swim. The threads were still woven tight, but they were obviously starting to sag and part. The uneven patches of cool air and warm pressure on his scales were about to drive him mad. And yet I never noticed them when I just...wore it. Really, I th

The "Redwall" series and all associated IP are the property of the estate of Mr. Brian Jacques. This is a work of fanfiction.  No copyright infringement is intended. The cellar was completely dark, without even a candle or sun-grate, and the young fox couldn't feel anything on the floor or low walls that could act as a bed. "Well, Duveer, this will be your new home until the Father Abbot reaches his decision. I'll be by shortly with a shelf and some bedding for you –" well, that answers that question "– and we'll make sure you're fed too. But with what Talma said I'm sure there will be other witnesses, and I can't tell you what