Quick as a flash a gray shadow rushed through the undergrowth of Mossflower. To a predator it would like nothing more than a shadow being cast by the lightly wind tossed leaves far above. To those more familiar to the shape they might have been able to pick out some details if they were able to see it twice, but the shadow did not stop to turn around.

Breathing easily despite her rapid pace, Whisker Lightfoot made all haste to Redwall abbey. Although she had successfully completed her purpose for coming so far from home, she had managed to gain a valid excuse to visit the goodbeasts of the abbey and was hoping to get there with plenty of time before the evening feast. Quick as thought she ran on all four paws with a pace that could only be matched by the good hares of Salamandstron.

Only twice before in her life had she been to the abbey, and although both times were happy well fed occasions she was far too restless to remain in their thick red walls for long. It had been some time since her last visit though, and she had heard that one of her abbey friends had married and had a dibbun now. Whisker could scarcely contain her excitement, for she had been told that the little one was named after her father, the brave explorer Timble Lightfoot. Grinning with delight at this opportunity she sped up and it was only due to her training as a member of the Light Patrol that kept her from plowing right into the prickly back of a hedgehog conversing with two field mice. Tumbling head over paws she landed in an undignified heap, but was quickly back on her paws and brushing the dirt off.

"I do say, that gave me quite the start. Are you alright good chaps?" She asked with good hare manners as she turned to face them. "No one hurt, spick and span, everybeast still tip top?"