Yes, I'm DoraRose. Now who in the world are you?

Redwall abbey: entry. Because we can. LOL, JK. I hope you enjoy!

It's such a sunny and cheery day! And it totally matches the giant otter's disposition as she nearly hugs an abbey guard to death. "Charles, ye ol' streamwalloper, I knew it t'was you!" Hale booms as she gently puts the other otter back on his footpaws. "Thanks f'r lettin' me in, ol' boy." She grins as she ruffles his headfur, the sun glinting off her double swords.

DoraRose comes out of the gatehouse, a basket being carefully carried in her arms. A Novice of the order is walkign behind her, carrying a tub full of water and something golden. The warrior looks at the reunion taking place and smiles softly.

Emyuil runs out behind his sister, commenting, "Bathtime? I only just finished washing my cloak off from yesterday, so...I'm not going near." He says this with mock severity, but his eyes twinkle a bit.

Hale doesn't know any of the mice, and since there's /always/ so many mice at the Abbey, she pays them no mind. Excpect, wait, isn't that /that/ mouse? The warrior who that whole thing with Vladmir was about? Whatsherface...it sounded like a flower. "Hey, don't I know you?" She calls out, starting to walk over, o nly to be pulled back by Charles. "Woah, what're you on about?" Charles points at her swords. "Not allowed in the abbey my friend." Hale growls. "What?! I belong to Camp Willow, Char, and someone tried t' kill th' abbot an' I can't 'ave me weapons?! Sheesh."

DoraRose cocks her eyesbrow. "I don't think so..." she turns to her brother. "Ah, no. I'm going to be making a baby basket so I can cary Lily and Caleb on my back. You remember how Mama made them. She taught me."

DoraRose cocks her eyesbrow. "I don't think so..." she turns to her brother. "Ah, no. I'm going to be making a baby basket so I can carry Lily and Caleb on my back. You remember how Mama made them. She taught me."

"Oh yeah." Emyuil's eyes glow, remembering. "course, Papa just slung us in a burlap sack if he was in a hurry, heh." He smiles a bit. "Sometimes I wonder if anyone back there remembers us."

Hale leans down and, whispering to Charles (even though the definition of whispering is lost on Hale) as she points at Dorarose, "Who is that?" "Dorarose, one of the abbey warriors!" Charles replies, clearly in awe of the mouse. Hale nods. "Ok. Dorarose, right?" She calls. Man, someone doesn't have a lot of skills with introducing herself!

"I'm sure many do..." answers the warrior mouse ot her brother, but is then inturrupted by the otter. She nods and calls back, "Yes, I am DoraRose Strongheart. And you are?"

"You're from Camp Willow, yeah?" Emyuil adds before he freezes at the sound of a clatter from the gatehouse. He bolts off hissing "...be some scum messing with my blade..."

"Halestorm of Camp Willow!" the otter waves before Charles drags her into the gatehouse to leave her weapons there...

Thanks for reading! Sorry it's so short...