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You travel down the North Path, humming a simple tune and enjoying another new day. The heavens hold remnants of that morning's sunrise, and a magnificent array of colours weave and bend like some mystical river as they trail off into the eternal horizon. A light breeze ruffles your fur and you pull your cloak tighter around your shoulders. As if awakening from a long winters sleep, flowers gingerly open up to drink in the rays of sunlight that filter in through the thick forest canopy. Birds chirp their morning song, and the grass and leaves glisten with dew. Spring has arrived in Mossflower Woods.
Eventually you notice a large structure. Coming out from the Path, your eyes fall upon a tall Belltower looming above an ancient but welcoming Abbey. The morning sunlight bounces off the standstone walls, which appear to hold a rosy hue. The building towers over Mossflower's canopy, looking for all the world like a loving mother protecting her beloved child.
Striding up, you raise your paw to knock on the massive front gate when you catch sight of a note. It is written neatly on a piece of parchment paper nailed to the wood. Shouldering your pack, you read the message.
Welcome to Redwall Abbey.
Our gates are always open to new friends traveling down the path. Please leave a comment and state who you are and any interests you may have. Thank you, and may the seasons be kind to you and your friends.
