Winter of the raging winds

The frosty wind mercilessly whipped the three frail mice about, sending them staggering and crashing into the deep snowbanks and drifts driven up by that same wind.
Four arrows flew out from the bushes!
Three found their mark!
The two larger mice dropped dead, arrows protruding from their soft homespun cloaks.
Rotfang sniggered like a naughty dibbun.
"hehehee, dat nailed dem to da ground chief eh?"
he received a smack to his head.
"Will ew just shut up Rotfang, them redhallers might be about, and the big badger with the magic sword might come and chop us up to crows meat!"
"Eh, um, sorry chief, forgot ya see..."
The two ferrets and their rat companions came out from the shrubs and looted the two limp forms.
 "Gaw, der ain't nothing here but a scrap o' bread. Well, we'll take it anyway, not that they need it now."
The third mouse that had lain prostrate on the snow pretending to be dead whimpered.
 "Well, lookit wot we got 'ere chief! heheh, a nice fit slave," said Rotfang picking up the young mouse.
 "Lemme go! I 'aven't done anything!"
Rotfang sniggered. "And that's why we want you, so that yew are good fer something."
 "Come on, 'urry up we ain't got all day!" the chief ferret said.
They were gone, leaving behind two flat corpses, and one moving bundle!
Chapter two.
 "Ah, Methuselah, you are such a good student my young mouse, but how do you manage to get into so much trouble when I am not there with you?"
The young mouse scuffed his paws against the dusty ground of the gatehouse, looking at the ground as if he wanted it to swallow him up.
 "'M sorry Sister Daisy, I won't do it again..."
 "That is no excuse for your behavior young Methuselah! What did you think you were doing when you prodded Brother Halups' beehives with a stick? now his best honey is ruined!"
 "It won't happen again..."
Sister Daisy sighed.
 "Well, I guess you are sorry, now go off to the kitchens and see if friar Whitewing has any chores for you to do."
Methuselah scampered along willingly from the gatehouse. That Methuselah, Daisy thought, it seemed like only yesterday when they picked him up from the frozen road that one winter.
Friar Whitewing was a master cook, despite growing up on traditional sparrow food.
 "Grubb mole! cook dat um worm bake quick quick! I gotta use um worm oven soon! Dann! kneed that dough good! Sista mouse! Watchum worm soup!"
Methuselah came in.
 "Friar, could I be of any help?"
 "Ah yes, get um onion bag and bring five worm onions!"
The young mouse dashed off to do his bidding, heading for the pantry.
==Chapter three==
Revact the polar lord was coming!
Revact the terror, the slaver, the mad!
Revact from the far northlands and across the seas!
Revact who was like a large white badger, but much bigger.
Revact the bear was coming!
He sat on his large golden chair, plundered form some trading ship far out in the westlands.
"Tell me Harvoc, what do your keen wolf eyes see from atop the crows nest?"
"A large mountain m'lord! with a big crater atop it!"
"Pha, what good is a mountain to me, I wish for gold and riches! Only then will I be able to trade with the foreign ships, and kings from far off lands! To be able to build my empire, I must amass a fortune! The mountain I will use later as a port."
they sailed by the mountain, leaving it in their wake.
Lord Brownstrype the wild gazed off at the ship.
"Damn, that was close Basil. Tell me what you would have done, young one, if corsairs landed on our shore?"
The young hare wasted no time in his answer.
"I would give em blood an vinegar lord!"
the badger lord nodded.
"You seem the hare I would send with my daughter Constance when it comes time to send her to redwall and mossflower as badger mother there."
"You would send me to mossflower lord?"
"Yes Basil, I would."
==Chapter four==
Revact knocked on the abbey door, two seasons had passed since they passed salamandastron, and it was winter now. A lone mouse popped his head up from the battlements, and yelped with fright.
"Haha mouse! you should be well afraid of Revact the feirce! go! bring me your ruler!"
a few minuets later and the wolves of Revacts horde had come, and so had Abbot Cedric.
"What is it you desire? large one."
"Hah! doddering old fool! You know what I come for! Your castle and its treasures!"
"This is no fortress, only an abbey, we can heal, feed and shelter you and your friends. We are a healing order, peaceful creatures."
"Peaceful creatures, you will bow your heads before the day is done to Revact and his mighty northern horde! We came from the most north, and I am the most powerful creature, a polar bear! The white terror!" 
Revact began to release all his furry upon the solid oaken door. His claws made deep dents into the gates, and splinters flew."
down in the cellar with the other young ones, Methuselah lay hidden, all he knew is that a horrible beast was nearly in the abbey, and all the big creatures were needed to fend off the attack. he crept into the kitchens and grabbed a sharp knife from the counters, he could help them fight off the bad creatures, he thought. taking a rope from the storeroom, he headed outside.
leaving fresh footprints in the smooth snow, he headed for the main gate, when he heard the east gate rattling, and shaking. he crept up to it, listening.
"Ah, come on, this door won't open."
"Then we light it on fire. come let us light our torches."
Methuselah climbed up an apple tree, and jumped onto the ramparts, just as the wolves began to light their torches, a few stones came flying down. Methuselah hid behind the parapet.
"Ow! Something hit me!"
"Me to, I don't see anyone,"
"We best get back to the king, he might need our help, and after all he didn't instruct us to be here."
"Yeah, to the front door, I don't like this place much, but now that there are ghosts that throw rocks, I hate it even worse, wonder why his highness wants this place?"
once they were gone, Methuselah giggled, those stupid wolves. he crept down, incase some brother or sister saw him.
Abbot Cedric was leading the defenses boldly, firing arrows into the mele. But there was no stopping Revact. Only the bravest could stop him.
At Salamandastron, lord Brownstrype was preparing for war. In his best battle armor, and with his large battle flail. His daughter Constance asked him.
"Where are you going father?"
He looked at his helmet mournfully.
"To mossflower, my dear, and you are coming with me."
"Where is mossflower father, and why are you going?"
He pointed down the shore towards where the river began in the distance.
"There, and I go there because there are some vermin who want to kill good creatures. Come, I have something to show you."
On the large rock cavern walls, were paintings, and carvings of words and figures. Brownstrype indicated two badgers and a hare, in front of a large group of hares.
"This is me, you, Basil, and the long patrol. See, there you are going to the abbey to the be their badger mother, there is basil, going out in mossflower to protect it. and there am I and the long patrol, battling the vermin. But, Constance, please, don't weep or grieve for me when I am gone, for I will leave this world very soon, it would make my spirit in the darkforest sad to see you mourn for me."
Revact had the abbey in his grasp, and it was all his. He had conquered it only yesterday, and he was pleased, he sat in the great hall on the abbot's chair. Suddenly, there was a loud noise form outside, he looked out the open door and was greeted by a fierce looking badger, with brown stripe upon his muzzle. with a roar they went into battle, slashing, flailing, dodging, beating, ducking, in a dance of death and blood.
the long patrol fought bravely, though outnumbered they were, the fought on, with even the young leveret Basil, and young Constance fighting to free the abbey from the warlord and the wolves. Blood stained the snow. suddenly a large shadow came over the abbey, and a great snowy owl came in to fight the wolves, soon it flew off, as the battle had ended.
Lord Brownstrype, son of Urthwyte the mighty lay dead on the floor of the great hall, but so did Revact!
eight seasons later,
the spring of the red lily,
Methuselah sat in the orchard, enjoying his latest title, recorder. Constance joined him. And eventually Basil.
"I say chaps and chapesses, lovely spring day to tootle about the jolly old orchard wot wot?"
"Indeed it is Basil, what do you say to this, how about we get friar Whitewing to lay lunch out here today?"
"I say! Absoballylutly spiffing old chap! I'll go rouse the old salad burner right now!"
he bounded off into the lawns.
"Well, Methuselah, you dealt with that old fool for the moment, thank heavens."
Methuselah responded.
"Well I do think it is a pretty spring day, and I can't stand being indoors on such a day, and I can't stand that Basil and his ceaseless prattling."
the sun shown down through the leaves on the two as they sat and enjoyed the spring day.
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