Skipper Moss' Introduction

[Skipper]

Moss flowed effortlessly onto land. He had thought he had heard an unusual noise in the lush woodlands on the bank side. It was a noise he didn’t think should be heard in Mossflower on such a fine sunny day.

Moss strained his ears and he could hear what he now thought was a faint screaming noise. Crouching he pulled out his sling, loaded it and wrapped it around his wrist to stop it making a noise. Stealth being able he began to crawl towards the noise. Moss was the Skipper of Camp Willow for a reason. The campfire legend claimed he could almost sense trouble.

As Moss moved almost silently through the woodlands the screaming became louder. He now thought he could tell the species: a squirrel. While he had no love for that tribe and their haughty queen the idea of any beast being caused pain angered him. Leaning around a tree he saw a sight that horrified him, several vermin had a young squirrel surrounded and was torturing it.

In one bounding movement he moved around the tree, launched a stone at a rat, took out a ferret with a swipe of his powerful rudder and yelled ‘CAMP WILLOW’ at the top of his voice. The remaining vermin scattered. He looked after their fleeing forms with regret, he would love to catch them up but the squirrel had to be his priority.

‘You’re safe now mate.’ The squirrel looked up at him before going imp in his arms. As the noise of more vermin approached Skipper whispered to the dead body, ‘One day I’ll see you again in the Dark Forest mate.’

He ran for the river, vermin quick on his heels. Moss whipped back one stone and took a quick glance over his shoulder. Horrified he saw hundreds of vermin pouring down on him. Too many to make a stand he thought regretfully. Finally he made it. Launching himself into the river Moss felt his pike tooth against his chest as a spear caught his foot paw. He grimaced and disappeared underwater to pull it out. When he surfaced again he headed back towards Camp Willow. He needed to call an otter meeting. Trouble had come to Mossflower and he swore his otters would be ready.

[Silas]

As Skipper dove under the slowly swirling waters of the River Moss, a single arrow shot across to the bank where the vermin were stopped by the massive body of water. The shaft thudded into the soil right next to the lead beast's footpaw, temporarily holding their thrown weapons back and buying the otter time as fear of an unseen enemy took hold of the disorganized band.

"Stop right there, scum! One more step and we'll turn all of you into pincushions!" A voice called from the other side of the river, to add to the band's dismay. They glanced furtively around for any sign of a force of archers along the other riverbank, but only observe the rustling green leaves as sunlight and wind passed them over, adding to the eerie quiet that heralded tension and trepidation.

During the wind shifting the leaves, a single squirrel bounded through the treetops, stopping a safe distance away from the vermin, out of sight. Stopping on a sturdy oak branch, he put up his bow with shaking paws and wondered if the otter had really escaped into the river while he distracted the vermin band. Adjusting his pack on his shoulders, he again hopped across Mossflower Wood, unknowingly in the rough direction of the otter camp.

Kind of a low shot... He thought to himself upon the recent events.

[grathenia]

Thia feels the wind shift and lands on a branch near the water edge. She looks around and sees some vermin. She doesn't feel safe but wanted to make sure no one was injured seeing that they had weapons. She flew around high in the air to make her seem like a vermin but to some a good bird. She didn't see anything that was too out of character around and flies off low to the tree tops. She then sees blood drops but ignores it for a little bit until it became more frequent and lands on the ground looks at the blood spots. "what in the world happened?" she thought about it for a while but couldn't come up with an answer.