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This is the Pikepaw Hollow Story. It's about the life of Wing Pikepaw.
It should be updated weekly or monthly, but if it takes longer, don't freak out.
The gaunt black squirrel stared expressionessly through the bars of his cell. Chains attached to his front and back paws
clinked as he shifted to see the beast coming down the aisle. A vermin guard hurried past, not wanting to be left alone near
the madbeast, as they thought of him. The squirrel called out tauntingly: "What's the matter, jelly guts, too scared ta face
me?" The rat did not reply. Hoarse laughter from the back of the cell caused the squirrel to look around. "He's never faced
a warrior, Wing me ole mate, that's why he won't look around!" said the otter in the corner. Wing, the black squirrel, grinned
fanatically. "Aye, Rowan, but he will. He will!" Rowan the otter turned away. He did not like what his friend was becoming,
trapped in the dingy darkness of the cells of Castle Jahar.
Yarin the young mouse skipped through the wicker wallgate, laden with herbs for the Infirmary Keeper. After delivering
them, he walked up to the battlements. He sighed and looked over the peaceful woods. Secretly, he wished that they weren't
so peaceful. He had heard the tales of Martin the Warrior and the Redwall heroes of old, and he wanted to be just like them.
So one day, he slipped through the gates-right into the clutches of the Jahar wolves! He struggled, but it was no use. Yarin
was knocked senseless and dragged to Castle Jahar.
Yarin woke. He was in a dark and dingy cell, and was chained to the wall. The young muse stood and peered through the
bars in the door. He couldn't see anybeast. "Hello?" he called, his voice echoeing around the passageway. A face appeared
in the cell across from him. It was a black squirrel. "I'm Wing Pikepaw," he said. "Hush now, or ye'll wake the guards." "Where
am I?" Yarin asked, a little frightened by Wing's gaunt state. "Castle Jahar, home of The Wolf Lord Jahar." Wing's face hardened
and he spat expertly through the bars to the floor. "But sleep now. You've got a big bump on yore head, and you need sleep."
Yarin nodded and lay down on a pile of straw in the back of the cell.
Ruttarr, High Prince of Wolves and second only to his brother and Heir of the Throne Jamelip, stared at his father with
revulsion. The massive wolf lolled on his throne, grinning evilly and licking his stained fangs. "Ruttarr, get me something
to eat!" he snarled, not looking at his son. The wolf prince rose, but did not head to the kitchens. He was sick of his father
telling him what to do and forever comparing him to his brother and always telling him how fat and lazy he was. Ruttarr had
had enough. He bounded down to the cellar where the prisoners were kept. The guards did not stop him-you did not question
a Greatwolf. Especially when he had rebellion on the mind...
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Feature Picture: Firestar
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The warrior comes alive!
This is a warrior wildcat that I made up, Firestar of the Wildcat Fighters!
This is roughly what he looks like.
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