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Subject: Riverstream's Tale: Part eleven

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Riverstream Wildlough AA

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Date Posted: 00:37:52 10/06/07 Sat

Panic surged through her. Her paws were hitting the path one after another at a blurring speed. Reaching the main door she pounded on it as hard as she could. Glancing back, she could see the front rank of the horde would reach her soon.

Suddenly, Oakleaf cocked his ear as if listening to something. " What is it?" asked the three others. " I can hear something at the gate." Jumping up from his seat, he dashed toward the gatehouse. The others shrugged, then followed the squirrel.

Goldenblade speeded up until he was so close to the otter that he could see her gold stripe. A cry of triumph burst from his mouth.

As they reached the ramparts and the gatehouse, they could hear Skipper's otter crew. They had been patroling the ramparts when they had heard and seen what was happening. Skipper bounded up and started shouting. " Otter crew fire!" " What is it?" asked the Abbess. " A bunch of vermin chasin' a young otter!" shouted Skipper. They looked on in horror as the lead vermin leapt forward and shouted " nobeast escapes Goldenblade, otter!" . He layed a golden tipped scimitar on her neck. " Now you'll die nice an' slow." Skipper leaped up and loosed a stone from his sling.

Goldenblade grinned, he finally had her! Then the stone from Skipper's sling hit him on the paw. " Yowch!" He shouted, "retreat!". The vermin obeyed instantly.

She felt the scimitar on her neck. Then she heard the word retreat! She felt the pressure on her neck dissapear. Trying to stand up, she fainted with exhaustion.

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