Fletching (Open)

[terg]

Toby sat in the weaponry of Camp Moss his paws moving deftly as he wound a piece of tough twine around the white and black gull feathers that fletched the end of an arrow. Tying it off he cut the spare twine off with his knife. One arrow down, a bunch more to go.

Picking another long ash shaft from the pile that sat next to him he began to shape it into a deadly weapon. He cut a notch in one end for an arrow head and a smaller notch in the other end for the nock. Bending Toby picked up a small metal arrowhead. They're wasn't vary much metal at the camp so most of the arrows would have to be carved into a sharp point and hardened by the fire.

Slipping the arrowhead into the cut he had made Toby wound some more twine around it. He ears picked up the noise of somone coming up behind him but he didn't turn his head.

[Brooke]

Violet made her way down the tunnels to the weaponry. She twirled her sword idly and listened to the whistle it made as it cut through the air. She smiled grimly at the sound. As she entered the weaponry, she noticed another person in there. She sat next to him and said, "Hello, mind if I sit here?" quietly, not wanting to disturb his work. She placed her swords down next to her before looking at the strangely quiet otter. He seemed nice enough, quiet, which was a good change from the boisterous dibbuns she was normally stuck with.

[terg]

Toby inspected the mouse that now sat behind him. He had always been fond of mice. They where usually brave and kind though one he had met had been so scatter-brained...

And here he was thinking accusingly of other being scatter-brained when he couldn't even keep his mind on his work. He nodded to signal his approval of Violet's seating choice though she really need not have asked. Since speech was unavalible to him he had to use motions to be understood at all.

Toby moved his paws quickly in a motion that asked if there was anything he could do for the mouse. He hoped she would understand. Usually he only talked to creatures who knew him pretty well and could understand him. Less and less was this becoming the case now that he and his brother, Ephriam, lived with the Moss warriors.

[Brooke]

Violet shook her head 'no'. She turned her startling eyes to his work. He was archer. She smiled. "You any good with the bow and arrows?" She asked him. He couldn't talk but she was finding it easy to decipher his hand motions. She pulled one sword into her lap and began to idly shine it. They hadn't been put to use very often, but when they were they had to be in top notch condition.

[terg]

As Toby turned back to his work he shrugged his shoulders to indicate that he was a so-so archer. He mostly prefered to use his paws to build, carve, and forge things. He was more of a craftsman rather than a warrior. He could handle weapons, but not with the skill and efficiency of many beasts.

The thin twine slid out of Toby's paw and seemingly wrapped itself around the next arrowhead. The sack of feather was still bursting full as Toby took out three feathers. Most of the longest ones had been taken out already to be used for quills, even though there was a shortage of scholars and scribes among the fierce Moss warriors. the Redwallers who had been rescued had begun to change that though.

[Enon // SoMtW]

Hurrth shambled into the weaponry room, a piece of wood in paw as was usual. The mole had many bits and pieces of wood in his quarters, as well as finished and half-finished items of various sizes. This morning he had chosen one long piece of ash and carried it from the room, as was his habit when he had an inspiration for some new creation but no clear idea as to what or how.

The mole spotted the otter and mouse and smiled jovially at the two, one he recognized as Toby, the mute otter who’d come to the Camp only a few years ago with his older brother, the other he only vaguely recognized as one of the warrior micemaids. He made a motion to Toby in greeting, he’d noticed when the otter had arrived that he had his own signs, but they had been able to figure a way to communicate using components from both systems. ‘I need a short spike.’

He signed, indicating the size of the metal piece. He showed Toby the long pale ash in one digging claw. He intended to make it a hidden staff weapon, and even now the plan was solidifying in his brain.