OOC: Not sure where this will go, just introducing shadetail once more to the mossflower area, and will see where it leads! I hope I'm okay to post now, and i hope my posts okay.
And for clarification, my bio: http://www.redwallslegacy.com/SMF/index.php?topic=1431.0
BIC: Wet, cold mud coated paws trudged slowly through the dirt and grime of the woodlands, one paw after the other. The figure attached to them pressed forwards into the wind of the storm as it howled and screamed around them,dark green cloak held tightly against their soaking fur.
What sort of creature it was would be hard to decipher from a distance, however from its fluffy tipped ears, its posture and plus a bushy large tail swaying in the wind behind it appeared to be some sort of squirrel. Pushing forwards through the wind the figure sludged through the trees as branch's snapped, cracked and whipped in the force of the towering fury overhead.
She stopped and glanced upwards, twin emerald eyes peering out of the hood as if to search the havens for some end to the terrible rage of the cloud above, but they ignored her silent pleas and the leaves, branch's and debris continued to fall around the figure, crashing and banging with the might of the winds wrath.
"When will it end?" Muttered a hoarse, dry voice beneath the hood, water dripping down the sides of the cloak, sodden wet fur clinging to a small frame. Closer inspection would reveal patch's of orange amongst the dirt and grime, the chestnut colors reinforced by the bushy and large tail behind all helping to mark the figure as a squirrel.
"This rains going to wash out my dyes…and unstick my fur.." She muttered, coughing and spluttering against the wind as it bit into her muzzle.
Still the squirrel moved forwards against the rain and winds deeper into mossflower woods, seeking the red wall place she had heard of long ago, where she might find peace and respite.
With a crash and a snap, several trees cascaded to the floor in front of the squirrel and she nimbly leaped forwards, the wind throwing her backwards out of the treeline and onto a long, red path causing her to roll and cringe in pain as she landed. She lacked the weight to resist such raw force while having no grip upon the ground,and it showed with the ease such mighty wind had thrown her through the air.
The squirrel groaned and twitched, pulling herself upright and cringing from the impact.
Though, she had no idea she was upon the pathway, eyes shielded against the wind with her hood pulled tight,. Once more holding her soggy cloak around her she pushed forwards into the storm, heading ever northwards down thepathway to the fabled place of peace and refuge, Redwall abbey.