Camping

[Runtool]

A lucky select few redwallers were trekking through the dence woodlands, they were camping!

The campers were being attacked by a swarm of midges assialed the campers causing irritation left,right and center.

Swatting angrily about his head, Runtool began muttering darkly to himself "confouded cads blinking beetles bally rude biting a chap wot?!" he gritted his teeth and walked doggedly onwards. as he tried to take a swig of apple and pear cordial he peered down the neck of his flask and noted with horror that it was swimming with flies!, throwing the flask away in disgust he began muttering dire threats to the midge pests.

[Brek Larks]

((OOC: Guess I'll be the first ^_^))

Edgric had just about had it with these blasted bugs. Crawling all over his fur and tickling his mustache and whiskers. His tail had seemed to become a hive of itches and bumps in the night. He was beginning to miss the band of minstrels he once traveled, even home. Where tents or a tree kept a good squirrel from the nuisances of the evening outside.

As the squirrel walked about the woods, trying to escape an ever following swarm of gnats, he saw in the distance a group of woodlanders gathering. A campout, by the looks of it. Hopeful, the squirrel approached the others, "Good'eve my good fellows!" He seemed jolly enough despite his annoying predicament, "mind if I join you? Campfire smoke, though tough on the eyes and nose, does seem to ward off bugging bugs in the wilderness."

Edgric stepped forward to the nearest critter, a hare who seemed just annoyed by the pests as he. "My names Edgric, Edgric Oakstead the minstrel," He extended a paw in greeting.

[Abbot Feralius]

"Stupid little midges! Why did I agree to go on this stupid camping trip?"

Dann Dockeaf was not a happy mouse. He sat closest to the fire, muttering dark and dire threats to whoever had organised this.
"Runtool?-OW! How long are we gonna be out in this bloody forest ? I've had enough already! I'm sweaty, hot, tired, and covered in bites!" he went back to muttering. "Stupid flies, stupid Runtool, stupid forest..."
Hearing a sound from behind, he swivelled round and saw a grey squirrel, who had obviously been assailed by the bugs as much as he had.
Dann liked Edgric immediatly, though he didn't quite know why. He decided he would talk to him. So he rose from his seat and walked over to the grey squirrel. "The names Dann Dockleaf mate! Redwall's champion pest, pie-thief and mouse-maid magnet!" he said rather cockily as he extended a paw to the comical squirrel.

[Runtool]

"don't listen to the little one" was answered by Runtool "the only thing what he bally attracts is supper wot!" Runtool, of course didn't mean this because Dan and Runtool were quite close. "and as for mousemaid magnet. Phwah he ballyabsuloutelycertainly is jolly well not... Wot!" Runtool rose from his seat near the campfire to shake the newcomers paw "the names runtool sah!, champion scoffer of the south and fastest runner in these parts!" and with a wink towards the embarresed mousethief "and official hare magnet, wot!".

[Brek Larks]

"So it be the hearts of the maidens you lot are after?" Edgric said mock-suspiciously. "Aha! Very good dear sirs," The squirrel scratched an itch, "accursed things these naggers, aye? Must be the summer's eve?"*

((OOC: I assume it's summer since this thread started in August? I can change if needed.))