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((This is the location for the "Redwall: Return of the Wildcats" RP. ))
[BCOLOR=transparent]Verdauga Greeneyes was the noblest of all the Wildcats, yet the same could not be said for his kin, save his son. Tsarmina ruled her empire with iron first and without honor, while her father was a wise and noble man. It was not until Martin the Warrior, Savior of Mossflower and one of the founders of Redwall Abbey, slew her and took the stones from the fortress Kotir to build Redwall that peace was nonexistent in Mossflower. However, that did not mean that the Greeneyes were no more. Gingivere, son of Verdauga, left Mossflower in peace as a friend of Martin and returned to the Northern Lands. But, Gingivere was a drop of freshwater in a saltwater sea. The Greeneyes were a bloodthirsty and horrible family, and although Gingivere granted freedom to all they had enslaved and disbanded the Greeneyes Empire, it would not be the last Mossflower would know of them. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]It is the Autumn of the Blood Moons (though it has not yet been named), two hundred years after the death of Matthias the Warrior, and it is now that the return of the Greeneyes in Mossflower began. Though Gingivere's descendant, Gingivere Greeneye IV, became a full member of Redwall Abbey, they knew nothing of the Wildcat Warlords' return to Mossflower, as they came to Mossflower a century before. The Spirit of Martin stirred once more as those he once drove out of Mossflower invaded their way into the land from the North, having conquered all of the Northern Lands. Now their monarch and emperor, Maladaur Greeneyes, sought out Kotir and a series of other forts that had been strewn across Mossflower, choosing Kotir to be his great and terrible palace. However, when his scouts told him of Kotir's destruction and reconstruction in Redwall Abbey, he was infuriated. It was all the worse when he was told it was founded by the wretched Martin, only to be further spurned into rage when his forces fell at Salamandastron against the Badger Lord Xanus the and his army of hares. His army, filled not only with rats, weasels, stoats and the like, was manned by wildcats and had them from infantrymen to officers. His was an army far more vicious than Tsarmina's or Cluny's could have ever been. He slowly took over the entirety of Mossflower, controlling the northern half while making himself unknown to the occupants of Redwall...[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Now in Redwall, almost eighteen years ago, the previous Abbot, Abbot Lazarus, found a little infant mouse on his abbey's doorstep, a small little runt by mouse standards, wrapped in a single blanket and stashed away in a wicker basket bare big enough to put the child in. There was no note to reveal the boy's name or birthday, though it was clear this little mouse was no more than two weeks old. The young mouse awoke as the old man picked him up, not crying but instead reached out at the old field mouse, tugging lightly on his whiskers as his hands snuck their way out of the blanket. The fur of the child was a dull brown-grey, and his eyes were black with grey irises. Abbot Lazarus was a seasoned and wise man, who not three years before had penned down a prophecy the Spirit of Martin bestowed upon him called the "Prophecy of the Blood Moons." It was as follows: [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"When ancient foes return to Mossflower;[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]When Wildcats come and seek great power;[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Then shall my Sword again be found;[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Not with I Am That Is, but underground.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Hidden away in carved stone, the Sword lays in wait;[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Where an old man sits upon an old throne, anticipating this fate.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]He waits not in Salamandastron's halls;[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]He wait waits not where cheers rise;[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]He waits in the pitfalls of the earth;[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Where one cannot see the sun rise.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]A young swordsmouse shall find these lands where slavers used to roam;[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]A place where imprisoned now make for themselves a home.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]But there shall be fight under the Blood Moon's light;[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]As eyes that match steel come unfurled![/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]An empire shall rise that many shall despise;[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]As many must fight for their world![/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Shrew and moles, squirrels and hares, stoats, and otters, badgers and mice;[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Fight together under the Blood Moon, not once, but thrice.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Under the First shall the Sword be recovered,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Under the Second shall an army rise,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Under the Third shall Mossflower be freed,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Under these Blood Moons, great in the skies![/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]For the day shall arise when the Greeneyes and blinded and slain;[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]For as the evil of Wildcats shall return to Mossflower never again!"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Now, as time passes we see that the little mouse, named Sedge by the Abbot, has raised dutifully by the Abbey and its inhabitants, though many members of the Abbey are complete families if they are not among the monks and friars. Abbot Lazarus would raise Sedge as his own son, seeing as he had none since devoting himself to the cloth and to Redwall Abbey. But alas, with time comes age, and with age comes death as Abbot Lazarus died when young Sedge was thirteen years of age. Devastated, the mouse locked himself away for three days before finally being coaxed out. He became more scholarly than his friends as a result, becoming more adventurous and serious as he constantly ventured into the Mossflower Woods on his own regularly. He would confide in others less and less as looked to Martin and Matthias as male role models and for aid as the new Abbess was not of much help to him. She tried, but could not reach the boy as he grew up to be a strong young man, holding onto the Blood Moon Prophecy until it was time for him to hear it.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]We must go a bit farther forward, and see the young mouse spurning forward with a warrior's heart as his eighteenth birthday was near, and on that day he would decided if he was to join the Order of Monks at Redwall Abbey or to pursue some other fate. He was still unaware of the prophecy and the fate that was to be laid out before him, aiding one of Redwalls' shrew inhabitants on moving the barrels of the cordial wine that would be perfectly ready for the Autumn Equinox Feast, getting to sample it as they gave it a brief taste test to see how it was aging. As always with the cellarmaster's brews, it was simply divine. The mouse walked up through the kitchen and outside as he was tempted to draw the hood to his brown habit, instead letting his left hand twirl the ends of the cincture that was tied about his waist. He greeted the various inhabitants of Redwall as he paced about, including the Abbess and the resident badger. Soon enough the mouse would traverse up the stairs to get to the outer walls, his sandals tied firmly to his feet. His tail swished about behind him as his ears perked up at the sight of his friend while dusk began to overtake the skies, leaning on the rampart as he spoke aloud. "It is sights like this that me conflicted about my choices… to leave such wonderful sights like this to explore the whole of Mossflower and what lies beyond or to stay here and become a monk, rooted and unable to have a family? But I've said too much like usual. How goes your watch, my friend?"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Verdauga Greeneyes was the noblest of all the Wildcats, yet the same could not be said for his kin, save his son. Tsarmina ruled her empire with iron first and without honor, while her father was a wise and noble man. It was not until Martin the Warrior, Savior of Mossflower and one of the founders of Redwall Abbey, slew her and took the stones from the fortress Kotir to build Redwall that peace was nonexistent in Mossflower. However, that did not mean that the Greeneyes were no more. Gingivere, son of Verdauga, left Mossflower in peace as a friend of Martin and returned to the Northern Lands. But, Gingivere was a drop of freshwater in a saltwater sea. The Greeneyes were a bloodthirsty and horrible family, and although Gingivere granted freedom to all they had enslaved and disbanded the Greeneyes Empire, it would not be the last Mossflower would know of them. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]It is the Autumn of the Blood Moons (though it has not yet been named), two hundred years after the death of Matthias the Warrior, and it is now that the return of the Greeneyes in Mossflower began. Though Gingivere's descendant, Gingivere Greeneye IV, became a full member of Redwall Abbey, they knew nothing of the Wildcat Warlords' return to Mossflower, as they came to Mossflower a century before. The Spirit of Martin stirred once more as those he once drove out of Mossflower invaded their way into the land from the North, having conquered all of the Northern Lands. Now their monarch and emperor, Maladaur Greeneyes, sought out Kotir and a series of other forts that had been strewn across Mossflower, choosing Kotir to be his great and terrible palace. However, when his scouts told him of Kotir's destruction and reconstruction in Redwall Abbey, he was infuriated. It was all the worse when he was told it was founded by the wretched Martin, only to be further spurned into rage when his forces fell at Salamandastron against the Badger Lord Xanus the and his army of hares. His army, filled not only with rats, weasels, stoats and the like, was manned by wildcats and had them from infantrymen to officers. His was an army far more vicious than Tsarmina's or Cluny's could have ever been. He slowly took over the entirety of Mossflower, controlling the northern half while making himself unknown to the occupants of Redwall...[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Now in Redwall, almost eighteen years ago, the previous Abbot, Abbot Lazarus, found a little infant mouse on his abbey's doorstep, a small little runt by mouse standards, wrapped in a single blanket and stashed away in a wicker basket bare big enough to put the child in. There was no note to reveal the boy's name or birthday, though it was clear this little mouse was no more than two weeks old. The young mouse awoke as the old man picked him up, not crying but instead reached out at the old field mouse, tugging lightly on his whiskers as his hands snuck their way out of the blanket. The fur of the child was a dull brown-grey, and his eyes were black with grey irises. Abbot Lazarus was a seasoned and wise man, who not three years before had penned down a prophecy the Spirit of Martin bestowed upon him called the "Prophecy of the Blood Moons." It was as follows: [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"When ancient foes return to Mossflower;[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]When Wildcats come and seek great power;[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Then shall my Sword again be found;[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Not with I Am That Is, but underground.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Hidden away in carved stone, the Sword lays in wait;[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Where an old man sits upon an old throne, anticipating this fate.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]He waits not in Salamandastron's halls;[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]He wait waits not where cheers rise;[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]He waits in the pitfalls of the earth;[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Where one cannot see the sun rise.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]A young swordsmouse shall find these lands where slavers used to roam;[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]A place where imprisoned now make for themselves a home.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]But there shall be fight under the Blood Moon's light;[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]As eyes that match steel come unfurled![/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]An empire shall rise that many shall despise;[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]As many must fight for their world![/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Shrew and moles, squirrels and hares, stoats, and otters, badgers and mice;[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Fight together under the Blood Moon, not once, but thrice.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Under the First shall the Sword be recovered,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Under the Second shall an army rise,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Under the Third shall Mossflower be freed,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Under these Blood Moons, great in the skies![/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]For the day shall arise when the Greeneyes and blinded and slain;[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]For as the evil of Wildcats shall return to Mossflower never again!"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Now, as time passes we see that the little mouse, named Sedge by the Abbot, has raised dutifully by the Abbey and its inhabitants, though many members of the Abbey are complete families if they are not among the monks and friars. Abbot Lazarus would raise Sedge as his own son, seeing as he had none since devoting himself to the cloth and to Redwall Abbey. But alas, with time comes age, and with age comes death as Abbot Lazarus died when young Sedge was thirteen years of age. Devastated, the mouse locked himself away for three days before finally being coaxed out. He became more scholarly than his friends as a result, becoming more adventurous and serious as he constantly ventured into the Mossflower Woods on his own regularly. He would confide in others less and less as looked to Martin and Matthias as male role models and for aid as the new Abbess was not of much help to him. She tried, but could not reach the boy as he grew up to be a strong young man, holding onto the Blood Moon Prophecy until it was time for him to hear it.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]We must go a bit farther forward, and see the young mouse spurning forward with a warrior's heart as his eighteenth birthday was near, and on that day he would decided if he was to join the Order of Monks at Redwall Abbey or to pursue some other fate. He was still unaware of the prophecy and the fate that was to be laid out before him, aiding one of Redwalls' shrew inhabitants on moving the barrels of the cordial wine that would be perfectly ready for the Autumn Equinox Feast, getting to sample it as they gave it a brief taste test to see how it was aging. As always with the cellarmaster's brews, it was simply divine. The mouse walked up through the kitchen and outside as he was tempted to draw the hood to his brown habit, instead letting his left hand twirl the ends of the cincture that was tied about his waist. He greeted the various inhabitants of Redwall as he paced about, including the Abbess and the resident badger. Soon enough the mouse would traverse up the stairs to get to the outer walls, his sandals tied firmly to his feet. His tail swished about behind him as his ears perked up at the sight of his friend while dusk began to overtake the skies, leaning on the rampart as he spoke aloud. "It is sights like this that me conflicted about my choices… to leave such wonderful sights like this to explore the whole of Mossflower and what lies beyond or to stay here and become a monk, rooted and unable to have a family? But I've said too much like usual. How goes your watch, my friend?"[/BCOLOR]