#Redwall AU

[faintsuns]

bloodweave x redwall 🦊🦦

[vandrawsing]

have you seen this promo still from outlander? the prominent two front teeth?? i thought of 🐁james instantly

OHHH he's just a miouse your honour.... just a little mouse

[katarena]

Mist, Part One

During a harsh winter, Bluefen, daughter of Bowfleg and wife of Swartt Sixclaw the Warlord, gives birth to a daughter. She fades away and dies soon afterwards and for a long time it’s thought that the babe will follow her mother. Swartt doesn’t care one way or another.

The babe is given to an old rat to nurse. The rat doesn’t expect her charge to last long, and she’s surprised when the babe insists on clinging to life. Then again, she does have six tiny claws on her left forepaw. Maybe there’s something of her father in her.

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Swartt leads his army a little close to Redwall Abbey, and they’re driven away by a sneak attack from the otters and squirrels. The old rat is hit with a spear and she drops the babe, leaving her half-submerged in a little pool of water. The babe tries to get out, but she’s not strong enough.

Skipper and his otters find her. While a female otter is wrapping her up in a sling, Skipper notices the six claws on the babe’s paw and so does Redfarl. They share a look.

When they arrive at Redwall, it’s obvious that the babe has caught a chill. Bella and Meriam decide not to introduce her to the other inhabitants of the Abbey yet because they fear she might die – but she doesn’t.

They know the perfect person to take care of her.

“Oh, it’s a babe, a little one! Is it male or maid? What’s it called? Whose is it? Where did you get it from? Oh, Mother!”

“Hush, missie, maybe you won’t be so quick to cuddle her when I tell you.”

Bella tells Bryony that the ferretbabe is very small and sickly and will need lots of looking-after. “She shall be called Mist, because her past is shrouded in mist. We know nothing of her.”

Bella does not say: Or what she will become.

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Mist grows up with the other Redwall youngsters. She’s playful, if a little quiet, and prefers to stay close to Bryony than to anyone else.

Sometimes she dreams about a ferret like herself, dressed in blue, with light-grey fur and dark, sad eyes. She knows instinctively that this is her mother.

But Mist is also perceptive. She notices that even though the other creatures her age are happy to play with her, the adults look at her…differently. As if they don’t like her or if she’s done something wrong. But she hasn’t. She’s almost never naughty deliberately, but it doesn’t take her long to realise that her punishments always seem harsher compared to what everyone else gets.

She really doesn’t like the way Skipper and Redfarl keep looking at her. It frightens her. They frighten her.

Once, Mist asks Bryony why nobody likes her. Bryony hugs her tightly and says to ignore them. She likes her, and so does Togget, Bella and Abbess Meriam.

Mist isn’t so sure. She decides the best thing to do is keep her head down and be good. Maybe everyone will like her then.

They don’t.

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One day, Friar Bunfold’s honeypot goes missing. No matter how hard he looks, he can’t find it and assumes someone has taken it.

He assumes it was Mist.

Bryony is firmly on Mist’s side, saying she would never do such a thing. Bunfold is sceptical, and Skipper makes it clear that if it was Mist, she’ll be severely punished no matter what Bryony says.

The honeypot turns up by itself, completely untouched, in the last place Bunfold left it. He apologises to Mist, but she still feels sad. She’s out of place here, and she doesn’t feel like she really belongs in Redwall.

That evening, she takes a walk in the orchard before supper. It’s a beautiful afternoon, and the sun is just beginning to set.

“…doesn’t mean she won’t do anythin’. She’s a vermin, Sister. You know that.”

Mist’s heart catches in her chest. Silently, she creeps towards the voice.

“And that’s not all. Those six claws? There’s only one other vermin I know of who’s got ‘em. She’s the whelp of that other sixclawed vermin, Swartt the Warlord. Aye, the one who’s over at Salamandastron mountain right now fightin’ the great Badger Lord. That one’s got bad blood in her, and it’s only a matter o’time until it comes out.”

Mist chokes. Skipper and Sister Orris turn to see who’s there. Mist turns and runs away, ignoring their voices as they call after her. She finds a spot in the bushes and collapses, weeping.

If her father’s a monster…what does that make her?

She doesn’t know, but she does know one thing – she will never belong at Redwall. She’s an outcast here.

Mist dries her tears, her mind made up. She has to leave.

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There’s a knock on the door. “Mist! Suppertime!”

Mist freezes halfway through stuffing some clothes into a haversack. “I…I’m not feeling very well, Bryony. I think I’ve got a cold.”

She knows that’s enough to keep the mousemaid out. Whenever a cold spreads through Redwall Abbey, it almost always comes from Mist.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll bring you up a plate later, with some rhubarb and honey wine.”

Mist blinks back tears. “Thank you.”

“When you’re feeling better, go and find Skipper. He’d like to talk to you about something.”

When Bryony’s pawsteps have faded away, Mist resumes packing as fast as she can. The one precious thing she takes is a little bracelet made from glass beads – a present from Bryony and the only thing Mist can’t bear to leave behind. Then she takes out a quill and writes three notes, her heart breaking with every word.

Later, there’s another gentle knock on the door, followed by receding pawsteps. Mist opens the door and picks up the plate of food, calling: “Thank you, Bryony.” She eats as slowly as she can – it’s the last good meal she’ll have for a while, and her last taste of the only home she’s ever known.

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Mist creeps downstairs, terrified someone will catch her. She makes her way to the pantry and quietly puts some basic supplies – oatcakes, apples and some little cheeses – into her haversack. Leaving one of the notes in place of the missing oatcakes, she slinks out of the pantry and out of the largest window she can find.

The gardens are silent.

Mist hurries towards the gate and opens it as quietly as she can. She takes a deep breath and looks over her shoulder at the huge stone Abbey, black against the stars. Then she slips away into Mossflower Wood.

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Next morning, Bryony finds two notes on Mist’s bed.

To be continued...

[mothnem]

YouTube Channels my favorite Redwallers would run in a modern AU.

Martin

Sword Fighting Techniques and How So Many Movies Get It Wrong.

Channel Name

atruewarrior

Gonff

Think Like The Lock Picking Lawyer But Also Breaking Into Places.

Channel Name

princeofmousethieves

Dinny

Old Fashion Advice Along With How To Make A Good Tunnel.

Channel Name

foremoledinny

Columbine

First Aid Advice And How To Make Herbal Remedies.

Channel Name

greenhealer

Rose and Brome

A Shared Channel Where Rose Charms Animals With Her Singing.

Channel Name

disneyprincessreal

Grumm

A Cooking Channel Focusing On Zoop I Mean Soup.

Channel Name

cookingforyourself

[funkytoesart]

Redwall meets... Jane Austen?? Yes hehe. Finally decided to indulge a lil' in my ye old Jane Austen but make them woodland creatures au :>

Mr. Darcy is a badger, naturally, while the Bennets are all mice. But fret not!! This little mouse lady is not meek in the least ;)

[heijishindo]

"oh! I'm so happy to see you up and about! How are you feeling? Lunch will be served soon! Come and sit with Togget and I if you're feeling up to it. How is the little one?"

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Au in which Bluefen survives childbirth but is sickly and is left behind with veil after Swartt is attacked as she couldn't keep up

She and Bryony become girlfriends because bryony is the only redwaller that isn't suspicious of her and raise veil together. Bluefen adjusts to abbey life well enough, veil is still a little bitch (affectionate) but turns out slightly better off

[licoricecookie1]

jealousy

[hiroyvk1]

Can I get a kiss? (Can I?)

And can you make it last forever? (Can you?)

RedWally au by licoricecookie1 on instagram and tiktok! (I dont know if he has tumblr...)

[jstertv]

redwally spread!

hands down one of my favorite aus for sure

au credits go to licoricecookie1 on tiktok and Instagram!

[insoucianceart]

!!FLASH WARNING!!

Thought I'd post the timelapse for my favourite drawing I've ever done! Hopefully it gives y'all a bit of a glimpse into my process as an artist. I'm planning to post more timelapses of my art soon!

[silky-silks]

The Demise of an Abbess

-quick lazy sketch, of course-

Abbess Beagle is never meant to last long, no one is in fact. As her seasons end Poppy begins to take more charge of her duties as Abbess Beagle struggles for air each day and night. Poppy knows one day, it would be her last ken she makes. Only she can hope she is ready, as well as Barnaby.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

@sugar-soda and @thewickedweiner So! Um... want to make a Redwall Trio? (Woodland animals who just want to feast and make merry, but get quests and adventures to slay the evil villain or save the poor creatures or fix the forests instead?)

Some animal ideas for the OCs include: mice, rats, weasels, ferrets, stoats, minks, otters, martens, foxes, marlfoxes (look them up, they're cool, they're mist-colored and gray and marl colored and mysterious and-!), badgers, wolverines, rabbits, hares, song birds, birds of prey, domestic cats, lynxes, bobcats, wild cats, etc. !

[katarena]

Can't Hold His Liquor

Follow up from this post.

“Can I help y’to some more mead, Skarlath?”

“Thank you.”

Fordpetal poured the liquid into the tankard, trying not to look at the newcomer’s piercing hazel eyes. If she did, she’d start blushing and she didn’t want to make a fool of herself in front of Lord Sunflash’s best friend. He may have been handsome, but he looked a bit scary.

“I say, steady on, Fordpetal, before you overfill it!” Fordpetal’s best friend, Lilybright, caught her arm. Quickly, Fordpetal put the jug down.

“Sorry, sir,” she mumbled.

“There is no need to call me that,” was the reply. “I am simply Skarlath.” He took a measured gulp of the mead.

Fordpetal’s curiosity got the better of her. “If y’don’t mind me asking, Skarlath, how did y’meet his Lordship? He’s spoken of y’often, and we’d like to know how you became friends!”

A surprisingly warm smile blossomed over Skarlath’s face, softening his eyes. “I was unconscious after a snowstorm and woke up close to Swartt Sixfinger’s camp. He was going to kill me at first, but then decided to let me freeze to death instead of finishing me off with his knife. Then he pushed Sunflash out of the warmth to punish him for…something, I cannot remember what it was. Sunflash’s hands were tied but the moment everyone was asleep he was crushing me against him. I thought he was going to suffocate me, but he was warming me up instead. When I could move my fingers again, I untied him, and he snapped a bough off a hornbeam tree…”

“Was this his mace, si-Skarlath?” Fordpetal asked eagerly.

“Yes it was! The very same. Then he laid into the camp, crushing Swartt’s hand, and we escaped like…”

Skarlath swept a hand over the tablecloth, sending his knife clattering into his plate. His hair was slightly dishevelled, his cheeks flushed.

“I…I say, Skarlath, old chap,” Lilybright asked, “how much of that mead have you had?”

He didn’t seem to hear her. Instead, he seemed to be trying to suppress a laugh.

Lilybright and Fordpetal looked at each other in alarm.

“Oh, lack a bally day, he’s squiffy.”

“I think he’s more’n just squiffy, Lily.” It was a well-known fact that inhabitants of Salamandastron were not only notorious eaters with excellent metabolism, but they could also hold their liquor admirably well without suffering hangovers.

Unfortunately, this meant they sometimes forgot that not everyone could tolerate alcohol as well as they could.

Fordpetal thought quickly. “I’ll find his Lordship. He’s got a bally good head on his shoulders, he’ll know what t’do!”

She quickly made her way towards Lord Sunflash’s chair and discreetly cleared her throat. It wasn’t long before he looked up.

“Everything all right, Fordpetal?”

Nervously looking around, Fordpetal murmured, “Well, that’s the thing, Sire. There might be a bit of a situation, if y’take my meaning.”

“Situation? What kind of…”

A wild laugh interrupted Sunflash, and he turned his head to see Skarlath leaning back in his chair, shoulders shaking. He couldn’t seem to stop giggling. Sunflash hadn’t seen him this relaxed in the company of people he didn’t know; it had taken him a while to be properly at ease when staying with the Lingl and Dubbo families.

Then Sunflash realised what had happened. He pushed his chair back. “Thank you, Fordpetal. Excuse me, Sabretache; I will return soon.”

*****

Most of the inhabitants of Salamandastron were happily eating and drinking, so it was easy getting Skarlath to leave the table, and to manoeuvre him away from the hall while keeping his dignity intact. Sunflash had one of Skarlath’s arms around his shoulders, while he himself kept a secure hold around his friend’s waist, preventing him from swaying too much.

After a few minutes, they reached the bottom of a winding flight of stone stairs.

“Sorry about this, Skarlath.”

Sunflash hoisted the slighter man over his shoulder; Skarlath yelped with surprise but didn’t struggle. Sunflash made his way up and up until they reached the quarters that had been set aside for when Skarlath came to visit.

“I don’t envy you the headache you’re going to have in the morning, Skarlath.” Sunflash gently placed his friend onto the bed and set about removing his shoes. Perhaps he would ask Dewfleck to make a poultice or a compress for Skarlath, if she had time.

“Rest, friend.” Skarlath’s eyes were closed, his voice barely audible. He seemed to be halfway in a dream. “Then we go far away.”

He hadn’t weighed much that cold winter’s night, either.

Sunflash sighed fondly, shaking his head. “My wandering days are over. Salamandastron is my home now – and it’s yours too, if you’ll have it.”

[mothnem]

The best part of a "Laterose Lives" AU is if you set if AFTER the events of Mossflower, then you have Urrah Voh, who has a daughter pining away after a hot tempered warrior who in your mind hates peace, and then one day your son, who has finally calmed down as he aged, informs you your daughter is getting married to an Abbeybeast from a newly built abbey called Redwall due to the red sandstone used in it's construction. Abbeybeasts MUST be peaceful and gentle! You are thrilled, Rose is FINALLY getting over that Warrior so you go down to celebrate your daughter's wedding and. It's. That. DAMN! WARRIOR!

[hbbisenieks]

redwall coffeeshop au

[curiosity-killed]

the dragon show reminded me of some very (very) old OCs so have some love + devotion~

“So, you don’t believe the prophecy?” Sadira surmised slowly. She couldn’t look away from the way Te Mait’s hands, soot- and bloodstained from their magics, so tenderly mopped at Rael’s forehead. “Of course I believe it.” They dipped the cloth back in the basin, wringing it with the brisk efficiency of a knife on a chicken’s neck. Against Rael’s skin, their touch again turned tender. “Prophecies are never wrong, and they’re rarely straightforward,” they continued. “Rael might send me into a battle from which I do not return. She might sign off on a bridge which, by poor weather or construction, collapses just as I cross it.” They continued to wipe down Rael’s arm in long, sweeping strokes as they spoke, never once looking away from them. “Or,” they said, voice gentling, “she might hold the knife herself and drive it into my heart with her own hand.”