Character Bios:
Name: Bloodfang
Species: Black Rat
Gender: Male
Age: 21 seasons
Personality: Bloodthirsty and cruel, Bloodfang isn't afraid to step up to a challenge whenever the opportunity arises. He's easily prone to anger and is quick to kill anyone who dares make fun of him. Although his full devotion is to Grimclaw, sometimes he can get a bit rebellious and bossy with the others. He is also a good friend of Nightclaw.
Description: Large and muscular with jet-black smooth fur, blood-red eyes, very large fangs (hence his name), with multiple long clawmarks along his back. His main weapon is a long white cutlass which he uses often to intimidate as well as kill. All in all, he's a pretty terrifying rat.
History: Not much is known about Bloodfang's history, except that one day Grimclaw found him mercilessly slaying a family of rabbits along the road and was impressed by his ruthlessness and strength. He was then asked to join the horde and promoted to one of the five senior captains.
Name: Nightclaw
Species: Black Rat
Gender: Male
Age: 20 seasons
Personality: A little more levelheaded than Bloodfang, but still just as cruel, Nightclaw is very eloquent with words and relies more on his cunning and trickery than on brute strength. However, despite his somewhat bony appearance, he can deal some pretty hefty blows. Along with Bloodfang, the two make a fearsome pair.
Description: Thin with blueish-black fur, slanted white eyes, with a scar across his right cheek. Nightstar wields no weapons - instead he uses his powerful black claws to rip and tear at his enemy.
History: Nightclaw has long remained loyal to Grimclaw and is good friends with Bloodfang, his fellow captain. Prior to joining Grimclaw's massive army, he was known as "The Midnight Claw" (now changed to Nightclaw), a much-feared solo bandit who terrorized creatures in Mossflower Woods. It was only after Grimclaw learned of his infamy that he requested that he join his horde. Nightclaw agreed, on the provision that he be enlisted as one of the more prominent officers. As a result, Grimclaw holds a certain degree of respect for him, yet is still wary of a possible treachery.
Name: Blackfur
Species: Black Rat
Gender: Male
Age: 18 seasons
Personality: Blackfur is a stupid and greedy rat who's only motive for joining Grimclaw's horde was for the plunder he would inevitably reap in. He has a tendancy to boss others around and thinks very highly of himself, despite his low rank. Although he would love more than anything to be promoted to a higher position, he still remains one of the stupidest and lowest officers in Grimclaw's view. Basically just a black-furred version of Cheesethief lol. ^^
Description: Mangy black fur, beady yellow eyes, and medium height. Blackfur's weapon of choice is a crooked cutlass that he keeps tied to a belt along his waist.
History: Blackfur willfully recruited into Grimclaw's horde after one of his rat captors told him about the loot he might receive if he joined. Since then, Blackfur's desperately been trying to seek the favor of the Warlord in the hopes that he will eventually gain a share of the plunder.
Name: Mudpaw
Species: Brown Rat
Gender: Male
Age: 19 seasons
Personality: Dimwitted like Blackfur, Mudpaw is an arrogant, selfish rat who's only interested in pleasing the Warlord so that he can look out for his own interests. However, he's less ambitious than Blackfur and is very lazy. He'd rather be sleeping than following orders from anyone.
Description: Mud-colored brown fur, brown eyes, and fat. He carries a dagger in his paw and is almost always sleeping, which is one of the reasons Grimclaw hates him so much.
History: Nothing is known about Mudpaw's history, except that he has been in Grimclaw's horde for a very long time.
"Yes, goodnight Matthias." Constance said quietly. She shuffled off down to Cavern Hole with a dimly-lit lantern. Although she was feeling very sleepy, she decided to stay up a while longer to read a little.
Rowan waved a quick goodbye to his friend, then slowly crept down the hall toward his own room. What an exhausting day! The young squirrel groggily changed into his nightgown, scarcely able to keep his eyes open. He blew out the candle and snuggled into his own comfortable little bed. Two minutes later, he was snoring.
Nightclaw sniffed disdainfully. "I don't know what's got his tail all in a bunch. We weren't that loud."
Bloodfang cracked his knuckles loudly. "It's probably that Redwall place the Chief's been setting his sights on lately. From the looks of it, he's planning to have it taken over by tomorrow. Good thing too - I can't wait to finally crack some skulls again." he growled darkly, polishing the smooth white blade of his cutlass. He paused to admire it briefly as it reflected the moonlight.
Nightclaw white eyes glimmered in evil anticipation. "Yes, it's been so long since we've seen any real action. It would be a nice change to invade an abbey, instead of being lugged about in his haycart all day!"
Blackfur, who'd been eavesdropping on the two captains' conversation, shuddered inwardly with glee. He nudged a half-awake Mudpaw in the ribs. "Listen to that Mudpaw? We're looting an abbey! Hohoho... we'll be rich!"
Mudpaw opened a sleepy eye. "Wassat? An abbey? Where?" he glanced around stupidly as though expecting to see one pop up at any second. Blackfur hit him on the head with the blunt side of his cutlass, jerking his companion awake. "We're going to a mouse abbey, stupid! Redwall, it's called. Probably full of gold too!" Blackfur couldn't stop himself from sniggering with joy.
Mudpaw laughed along half-heartedly. "Yes, gold... ha haha." Within seconds he had dozed off again.
But Blackfur remained awake. He watched the sillhouette of Grimclaw at the head of the wagon with curiousity. What dark plan lurked in the evil Warlord's mind? Whatever it was, Blackfur assured himself, it would surely get them into that mouse abbey soon enough... that place they called Redwall....
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