A Peaceful Sleep

[Rocky]

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The noises could be heard from the forge, as the badger lord was making new armor for himself. He needed a helmet, for protection. He rounded the top part quite easily, but it was the vsor he was having trouble with. After several slams of the hammer, and some heavy cursing, Melroch Winterpaw was done. The helmet looked like it would fit perfect, and there were two slits for eyes. He could re-shape it later, for now... He needed sleep... He dropped the helm into a barrel of water, watching the steam arise, and cursing lightly as it burned his eyes. "Sleep... I need sleep." He ept saying to himself, and finally, the weariness overtook him.

The badger dropped his hammer to the ground with a pang, crawled onto the rock slab for a bed, and lay there. There was somethign bothering the badger. He growled lightly, and let all thoughts escape his mind, and he lay down, closed his eyes, and drifted into the cool night's embrace.

[Enon // SoMtW]

[-casts spell- and this badger shall forget redwall! ^^ cause I'm cheesy like that.]

Martin knew that his abbey could not hope to be reborn without the help of an old friend and ally, Salamandastron. Melroch Winterpaw, Badgerlord of those fabled hares, and the ally-to be of the rebels. This was the second time he had joined Melroch in dreams. He had not yet revealed his name or face, not even his mission.

Unfortunately, this was not going to be a happy dream, like the one he had visited Soka with/in.

[Rocky]

The badger tossed and turned in his sleep. He needed to make someting that helped him sleep easier. Somethng comfier. He turned his head sharply, and lashed out with his arms and blunt claws at a nightmare. His past. Then, as if all was saved, everything went white, and he calmed himself. Then, a figure appeared. "No... No!" He called out, thinking it was the slavers, coming to tak him back. Then, the figure came closer, and he soon saw it was a mouse. It must be the mouse he ha dreams of before, he thought, while still deep in sleep.

Then, the mouse appeared closer, and Melroch looked up in his dream, as if asking, "Why are you here?", and then he woke up in a cold sweat. He was breathing heavily, and he slammed his fist down hard on the slab of rock. Why did this keep happening? Every time, he always woke up. This was starting to annoy the badger lord, a lot.