Icefurr the fox walked into the cave. Before him was a large black nothingness, although the whole place seemed to speak of evil deeds. He looked at the four other creatures behind him. Strangely, they weren't foxes like him, or any type of vermin, for that matter. They were mice and squirrels, and suchlike. He wasn't their prisoner, and he wasn't their slaver. He had decided that pointless killing was just that… pointless. He wanted to be like those behind him, which is why he was helping them and their friends find the bandits that had been terrorizing their tribe. The cave in front of him was the supposed hideout of the creatures. He drew his thin, specially made curved sword that he had been given by a badger.
Suddenly all of his band drew their weapons. A shadow of something had zoomed out of the cave, and had attacked a smaller otter in the back of the group. It was furiously set upon by the mouse and two squirrels behind him. Icefurr jumped into the fray, pushing aside the smaller creatures. He grabbed the "something" and held it up by the scruff of the neck. "Who are you, and what do you want?" It snarled and cut him with something in its hand. Icefurr released it, and it scrambled away into the cave. "What in my grandma's rudder was that?" asked Mudtail, the otter who had been attacked. "I don't know," replied Icefurr. He looked into the cave. "Some kind of rat, I think." "Over here!" exclaimed Oakclaw, the older squirrel. "I found something!"
Icefurr, Mudtail, Corntooth the mouse, and the other squirrel, named Aspen, rushed over. "It's gold!" exclaimed Corntooth. "Not just gold. It's a pile of treasure! Gold, silver, and daimonds!" "Hey! That's my mother's tailband," said Aspen. It was some of the stolen valuables that the bandits had taken. "We'd better get this back to the tribe," suggested Icefurr. They each took a small pile of the treasure in their tunics. Then, they headed back in the direction that they remembered was the right way back.
When they got back, there were many small trinkets and bobbles to find the owners to. When they did, they were gratefully thanked repeatedly. That night, they had a restful and wonderful sleep.