~Chapter One~
A cool eventide breeze whispered
through the ferns and bushes of Mossflower Woods. The sky, a deep orange
crimson, cast it's color upon the land as the heat of the summer sun, faded away
to a gentle wind. With the blink of an eye, the sun was no longer setting, but
had dissappeared from sight. The calm of the night sent a peaceful felling over
the land, and most beasts were indoors settling into their beds. Though, all was
not calm in the north-west corner of the Wood, for a savage chase was happening.
Wrin Seatear, a Galloper in the Long Patrol, was held subject to the tyranny and
pure evilness of the Fury Weasel Clan, a savage group of weasels, stoats,
ferrets, ermine and pine martens, who lived and thrived upon the death of other
innocent creatures. Wrin was a blaze of copper as she ran under trees, and low
lying branches, over rocks and stumps. Her copper fur flashed in the moonlight.
She was the fastest Long Patrol Galloper ever recorded in the Salamandastron
Halls. She soon lost them, when she jumped up onto a low lying branch of a birch
tree. She watched the Weasel Clan run quickly bye her, She was not nearly out of
breath but a heavy sigh of relief was exhaled from her hard working lungs. She
cling to the sapphire handle of her dirk and heald it up, staring through the
amber pamel stone. She quickly put it bach into the small slit in her leather
sash, and jumped onto the hard ground, running swiftly back to
camp.