What should disturb this peaceful time of quiet and darkness, when goodbeasts sleep and replenish their minds and bodies through soothing sleep?
An otter made his rounds, making sure that that stream bank on the eastern side of Mossflower was safe from intruders. There had been no misadventures or tragedies on that bank for nearly half a season. The trees were silent; no birds were stirring in the cool night air. The otter made but little noise, not wanting to disturb others or cause a false alarm.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a small branch shake slightly. Readying his javelin, the otter drew closer, halting a tailslength away from the branch in question. Behind him, a young acorn fell from its tree, plopping in the leaves with a dry crackle. Startled, the otter turned around, brandishing his javelin, searching for a target: something to challenge.
"Calm down," thought the otter to himself, "You're getting worked up o'er nuthin', now just get back to yer post!"
As if in response, he was grabbed from behind by strong arms, and, before he could so much as shout in surprise, a dark, gloved paw clamped itself around the otter's muzzle. Some sort of drug must have been applied to it, because the otter found himself dragged unwillingly into the realms of deep unconsciousness. As his thoughts blurred, a thought occurred to him,
"Will I ever come back?"
After this, the otter's eyes closed, and all was black….
"Does anybeast know where Stanley got to? I didn't see him get back this mornin'" Called Ma Greenswift as her many relatives scrambled about on their duties.
The Greenswift abode was up and at 'em early in the morning, but things were not exactly running like clockwork..
OoC//: I'm sort of distracted at the moment. If you can work off of this, more power to you, but, if not, I'll add more later.