Thank you for the two reviews I got. This is no longer what it was. I have changed it. I was an evil person, forgive me, all readers!

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WARNING!

I will use Brian Jacques's words from Mossflower, only because he is a totally awesome writer, and my

story flows better with his wisdom and perfection!

P.S.>I own nothing that Brain Jaques does, because I am boring!

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P.S.S...MARTIN FOR MOSSFLOWER!

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It had been a cold, hard winter. Calpurnia was weak from almost no water, and just about as much food. Martin shared what he could with her, but the Kotir soldiers had stopped his bread and water once for attepting to speak with Gingivere, who had been imprisoned the same day that they had for the accusation of murdering his father.

A pale shaft of sunlight penetraded through the iron bars of the high window slit in Martin's cell. Springtime had arrived, and it was glorious. Just not in the prison. Calpurnia had taken to sitting near the hole in the wall that she and Martin had managed to make slightlybigger over the course of the hard winter. Now that the guards had stopped Martins bread and water, Calpurnia was even weaker than ever. Now she leaned against the wall near the hole. Martin glanced in at her. Her eyes were closed. She was sleeping. He rose, and paced the cell with the sword handle about his neck; it seemed to grow heavier with time. Fifteen paces...he stood in the shaft of weak sunlight, trying not to think of the world of blue skies and flowers outside.

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Calpurnia knew she was dreaming. Why else would she be out of the Kotir jail cell and skipping through a field of poppies, and daisies? She decided to enjoy the dream, before it faded away, and the horrid prison cell took it's place. She wandered in her dream, through Mossflower, free of winter's icy grip. Larks and sparrows sang to each other, and trees showed off their new leaves. She smiled as she saw a few Dibbuns playing in a clearing of the forest, but she was strangely sperated from them...they could not see her.

She wandered down next to a stream. She saw an old otter friend, basking in the shallows. She raised her hand and shouted out a greeting, but Bullrush ignored her, or didn't hear her. The stream vanished, to be replaced with Camp Willow. It had been may seasons since she had been there. Was Stormfin still alive? Was Skipper as silly as ever?

She began to hear shouting, coming from the outside world. She burrowed deeper into her dream, trying to ignore the voices of the Kotir guards, yelling to each other, trying to escape the cold of her cell...too late.

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She opened her eyes, and glanced through the hole in the wall. There was another mouse in Martin's cell. Martin was looking at the mouse with something akin to amazement. The mouse winked, pulled out a reed flute, played a short jig, and began to sing!

"I knew a mouse in prison here,
Morethan a hundred years.
His whiskers grew along the gorund,
And right back to his ears.
His eyes grew dim, his teeth fell out,
His fur went sliver-grey.
'If my granddad were here,' he said,
'I wonder what he'd say?'"

Calpurnia laughed, her first true laugh since the day that she had been thrown in that prison, and forgotten.

"Funny, how could the grandfather of a hundred year old mouse say anything? Sorry, my name is Martin the Warrior."

"I'm Cal." said Calpurnia, leaning in and poking her head through the hole.

"What's yours?" finished Martin. The mouse extended a paw.

"Martin the Warrior eh? By gum, Martin, you're a fine, strong-looking fellow, although you could use a bit of fattening up. My name's Gonff the Thief, or Prince of Mousethieves, to you, matey."

"Prince of Mousethieves? Nice to meet you, your highness. How was your coronation?" asked Calpurnia, smirking with delight. Gonff laughed, and Martin shook his paw warmly.

"Prince of Mousethieves, by the fur. You could be the King of the Sky, as long as we've got another cellmate to talk to. What'd they throw you in here for?"

Gonff winced. "Stop squeezing my paw to bits, and I'll tell you." They sat down on the straw near Calpurnia, Gonff massaging his paw. "They caught me running down the larder stocks of wine and cheese, you see. But don't either of you worry, mateys, I can open any lock in Kotir. We won't be in here for too long. Leave it to Gonff."

"Huh...? You mean...?" whispered Cal.

"You mean you can-we can-escape from here? How, when, where to?" Martin said, his voice tumbling out in excitement.

"I can...I will be able...to see the sun again...?" asked Calpurnia, her eyes tearing up.

"Whoa, easy matey, not so fast! Don't worry, as soon as I get things organized, we'll say byebye to this dump. First things first though. Let's get Cal in here. It'll make it easier when we escape."

Together, they widened the opening fractionally. Calpurnia was able to get her shoulders through. Then, with both Martin and Gonff both pulling, Calpurnia tumbled into the cell, and lay there on the straw, gasping. Martin knelt next to her, his eyes worried. She waved a paw.

"I'm fine, I'm fine! I just need to catch my breath." Shesaid, sitting smiled, and winked.

"Now, time to get you both fed. They should be ashamed of themselves, keeping two rogues like you on breadand water."

Martin shugged and rubbed his hollow stomach. "Huh, what else is there? We were lucky to get that sometimes. What would you suggest, fresh milk and oatcakes?"

"Sorry, haven't got fresh milk, or oatcakes. Would cheese and elberberry wine do you?" he asked seriously. Martin gasped in astonishment as Gonff opened his tunic and spilled out a large wedge of cheese and a canteen of elderberry wine. Martin and Calpurnia fell to the food and wolfed it down. Calpurnia curled up in a corner after her grorging, and fell almost instantly asleep.

Martin and Gonff talked late into the night, planning an escape, into the forest of Mossflower wood.

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Yeah...review please! I need to know how this is going, cause I really like writing about Redwall, but I've got like, 15 other fanfics, and I'm writing a new one, so tell me, or this thing gets deleted!