Biography3

Lacroon the Gallant
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I know not whence I came, nor the number of my seasons. My long sword and pale green tunic were my only true possessions for a very long time. From my earliest memories, I recall foxes, wildcats, and all manner of vermin. You see, I somehow came to be raised among these creatures, and no matter how many terrible vermin hordes I face now, I will never forget the good "evilbeasts" who raised me.
I was taught early on to be a fighter. Given to me was this sword from I know not whom, I used it immensely among with my fists, to earn equaal respect from the horde of Wildstripe the wildcat. As vermin do, when I was old enough, they wished me to aid them in their quests of plunder and destruction. I would not go, so I was turned out from the horde and sent to live on my own.
After many days of wandering in the sothern Mossflower woods, I came upon the great structure of Redwall Abbey. The good brothers and sisters within accepted me and I stayed with them two seasons, helping in any way I could before moving onward. I should like to see them again someday.
I went questing to the harsh Northlands and met up with many creatures, friend and foe. A winter up there nearly killed me, but upon surviving I returned to the western coasts for a milder climate. One day, on the horizon, I saw a great mountain, Salamandastron, and asked an old vole who lived nearby what it was. He explained that it was the residence of the great Badger Lords and their fighting hares. Upon learning this I trekked onward toward it, and upon reaching it was accepted into its Long Patrol.
Swordbane
I was born underwater. My parents had lived peacefully in their home, until one day, when a press gang for a vermin horde, ransacked the house and took my father away to serve as a horde beast. My mother, preagnant with me, tried to run, but she tripped and fell into a stream, where she was slain. Somehow, (I was just about to be born, that is why my mother tripped) I managed to push my way out. There I would have died, but I was found by an otterwife who was unable to have any children, although she and her mate wished for young ones dearly. Her fist thought was to let me drown. After all, I was a vermin. But her maternal insticts took over and she decided right then to adopt me. She took me home and showed me to her mate. At first he was reluctant, after all, I was a vermin. But he too was overcome by paternal instincts, and agreed to accept me as his son. They named me Swordbane Riverborn, and there I grew up, in the peacefull otter community called Camp Lillystar.
It was not an extremely pleasant childhood at first, because some of the otters in my "parents" village did not accept me. But as I grew, they began to relax, and accepted me completely. A few seasons later, I began to get ancy. You see, I had a wandering spirit. So, I packed my things, said my goodbyes, and left. I wandered for some time, living off the land with the knowledge I learned from my otter family, untill I reached Mossflower. I was walking down a beaten path, heading SouthWest, when I heard voices. So I slipped off the path and hid in the woods. There I watched as two strange looking creatures ( I had never seen a mouse before), walked by. One of them had a marverlous sword strapped to his back! I decided to skip the abby that they stopped at. Then I continued west until I reached the ocean shore. Ther I beheld the Mountain Fortress Salamandastron. I began to walk towards it, drawn by some mysterious force, when suddenly, two hares popped up. One was wearing a green uniform, and held a rapier in his paw. The other was slightly younger, and held a tight grip on a javalin. Neither of them looked friendly. The one with the rapier pointed it at my chest. "What are you doing here, scum!?" he exclaimed. "What are you talking about, mate?" I asked. "He talks like a flippen otter, wot!" the other hare piped up. "That's because I am an otter!" I said.(My mother had never told me that I was really a Ferret) They just stared at me. "A ferret that thinks he's a bally otter! This'll be something to tell others back at the Barracks, wot!" "Quiet!" The older hare ordered. Seeing that my confusion was genuine, they asked for an explanation, and I told them my story. Then they explained that I was really a ferret. I was surprise. Why hadn't my mother told me? The hares told me that they needed to go back to the mountain, and wondered if I would like to go with them. I replied yes, and that I would like to join the Long Patrol. At the mountain, the older hare reported me to the Lord Tammo, who thought it over, but finally accepted me as a member of the famed Long Patrol.
The Biography of Danno Ffolger Loophok
My parents were Long Patrollers, they were some of the most perilous beasts ever to walk the mountain. They taught me right from wrong and the laws of a warrior. One day our village was attacked and my parents went to fight, I being only a leveret escaped to Redwall where I grew. And grow I did, the Redwallers said they had never seen a hare my size since the last time Rockjaw Grang came to pay a visit. There was a kindly old hare there who taught me the art of sabre fighting. I became good friends with the otters who came along and they taught me how to sling stones with the best of 'em. When I was almost fully grown I set off from Redwall armed with a sling and dagger. My haversack felt like a feather but my heart was heavy. After a while though I knew I would make it to Salamandastron where I belonged. I roamed the country for what seemed like seasons getting into skirmishes and walking out with out a scratch. Then one day I was walking among the dunes when I saw the majestic mountain set in the background. A hare popped up to escort me in and Lord Tammo was happy to have me and recruit me. After a lot of "I'm sorry about your matter and patter." I finally fit in
It was in the middle of winter in the Mossflower Wood. Snow was over a foot deep and was still falling. A lone wildcat was wondering through the forest. As wildcats go, this one wasn¡¦t very different from others, he was well built, but looked fatigued from travel over unknown distances, he carried three things, a small half empty satchel of food, a bow with a quiver of arrows, and a large battle blade. He was headed for the legendary Redwall Abbey. He wasn¡¦t going there to attack, no that wasn¡¦t in him, he wasn¡¦t like his ancestors, the great Lord Verdauga, killed by his own daughter. His father¡¦s grandfather Squire Julian Gingivere had left Mossflower, there were no more wildcats here, he was the last Gingivere of Mossflower, once long time ago before the great Red abbey, there was the great Lord Verdauga Greeneyes, kill by his own daughter. No, since the first Gingivere, they had changed, they would live in peace and defend the poor, and they wouldn¡¦t be the helpless for the Gingiveres would help them. Now as the snow kept falling, he reached a path, the remnants of a small church building alongside the road; the abbey wouldn¡¦t be far away. At the gates, he knocked, first they didn't let him in, he was a Cat, but after a few more minutes they let him in for they were kind beasts, he befriended the Abbot, Bernard, and the other abbey dwellers within a few days and soon because accustomed to abbey life, helping out with all the chores. He left on his travels in the spring...
...But Father! I can't just leave you! I won't do it! I promised that I would help defend you and these people, they are OUR people!¨
Son, there is no time, you have to leave go to Redwall Abbey, my good friend the abbot will help you, take as many of these people with you, go find help, go find troops, if I cannot keep this land free at least I will keep it¡¦s people free! Go, lead our people to safety, there¡¦s no more time to waste! You know what to do my son Bernard, you are a Gingivere. With that he plunged back into the fray...
...They were mice, otters, squirrels, and any other beast that was willing to live in peace that grouped together to share a kingdom with the Gingivere Wildcats who were to protect them, to command them in battle. Chancellor Bernard and the rest of his people, reached the abbey, they were invited to stay to rest their paws, after a few days rest, they left for the mighty mountain, Salamandastron...