Synopsis: Some beasts walk around in the rain
Rating: G
Allow critiques?: Sure.
Outside, the wind raged like a bannana and the rain smashed down in buckets, making a highly unpleasant storm that could only be matched by one of the ones in a real Redwall story. And, as is inevitable with storms, two beasts were out in it, pulling their soaking wet cloaks closer around themselves and wishing for someone to just invent jackets already.
Oh, wait, no. See that grayish blue blurr standing next to them? Yeah. That's another beast, a very important seer who, unlike her companions, could see into the future and knew there was little point in wishing for a more convienient for of wet-weather gear. She, being very very important, had led them out on this dreadful night not because she was secretly a frog who needed moisture but because tonight the omens would be just right.
That, and rain just makes these kinds of scenes much more dramatic.
Reaching the crest of a hill, the group stopped, one of the more visible ones muttering, "I don't see, Sire, how this will make things any bet-"
"OH GREAT SPIRITS OF THE RAIN, FORTELL GREAT HAPPENINGS, TREASURES, BATTLES, AND THE LIKE. BESTOW US WITH YOUR KNOWLEDGE!" cried the fox, throwing some random junk into the air.
The one who had spoken, a relatively well dressed ferret, added, "And some waterproof clothing would be nice, too... erm, sorry, Sire..." he fell silent at a glance from the other visible creature, a tall stoat in a red cape and a war helmet that was a tad to large for him. "Just be quiet, you." he growled, turning his attention to the fox, who was busily sorting the rocks and sticks and bones and candy wrappers and poking them contemplatively.
"Are you seeing, oh see-er of things to come?" the stoat asked, pushing his helmet out of his eyes.
"Ohhh," muttered the fox. "I haveth seen. I haveth seen a great change in the world to come..."
"Does it involve wet wea-"
"Shush! Does it involve me standing on a hill, vctorious and holding a bloodied sword to the last rays of the last day of free woodbeasts?"
"No, no it does not, Sire."
"Aww poo."
"No, something much, much more interesting..." the fox looked at the bones again. The other two held their breath.
"Firin is writing fan fiction."
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Heh. Anyways, it's actually more that I'm gonna *try* and make some fancomics. This was supposed to be a comic, but I decided to just write it, so I could stick in some more dumb jokes XD
Comments? Eh?
