memberawards

Here is the awards page! Every month we award three members with one of three awards:
Art Excellence
Storywriter Extraordinaire
Perfect Poet
The winner of each will receve 10 food and their entree will be posted below. You are instantly entered when you send a story or poem. At the end of each month we go over all the work that has been sent and the one that we personally liked the most wins! Remember that all your stories are great, but only one can win each month. You can win this contest more then once.

The Redwall Feast, by Quickblade
A feast, glorious, you will see,
In Great Hall this feast will be.
Where would a feast be but Great Hall?
In this place they call Redwall.

Badgers, giant beasts are they,
Lots of food can eat they say.
But then comes a jolly ol' hare
And takes more than his fair share.

But what food is measured at a Redwall feast,
All eat their fill, no matter what beast.

Mission #43
You can read Tajon's story at Library 15. Here are some sections.
I marched down the beach for a couple more yards, when something caught my eye. Two red eyes, glowing in the darkness. I blinked and they were gone. Was it my imagination? I turned towards where they had been and suddenly red hot pain sped up my footpaw and leg. I flinched, turned, pulled out my stick and swung, aimlessly around, but my blade cut through air... I felt like…someone was watching me. I took a few steps forward, avoiding the broken glass, and looked forward again. The glass was next to some trees. Maybe that was where Lacroon went. ... I paused, and then suddenly the feeling came back, greater then ever. I spun quickly around, and found myself eyes to eyes with those blood-red eyes. I gasped, and backed up, dropping my torch into a pool of seawater where it went out. Everything was flung into a dark blackness. Except for one thing. Those eyes. I fumbled with my stick, and swung. The eyes backed up, avoiding my shot. I realized suddenly how dark it was, and looked up towards the sky. Rain clouds. Curses! I turned back down towards the eyes, but they were gone again. I reached down for my torch, but my hand grabbed sticky scales...