As recorded in the ‘Chronicles of Loamhedge’ written by an unknown early recorder at the newer, Redwall Abbey, a plague struck the Abbey. Thus, it was deserted. Hah, did you really think that those proud, traditionally led creatures were going to leave completely? No, not at all. Led by a hedgehog named Ruddaring, some of the group disbanded from the others. “My great great gran'spike ‘elped build this very Abbey with ‘is own paws,” Ruddaring demanded, who at the time was only a Cellar Keeper, “an’ I will not leave until I die, so ‘elp me, Dark Forest!”

Thus, many mice and squirrels stayed, with a few hedgehogs and moles, some voles, and more! Good ferrets, good rats, and others elected Ruddaring as Abbot, and he suited the job well. As Loamhedge Abbey grew, so did the bond between each Abbeybeast, filling the abode with such a peace and joy that you could simply faint in the lovely ambiance of it all! When the earthquake struck a hundred seasons later, the Abbey died and collapsed; not in terror, but in peace. It slowly decayed away, everyone praying, and everyone remembering… they were on their way to Dark Forest, and this wasn’t an end. It was a beginning.

Loamhedge has named the Season:

Winter of the Marmelade Skies

By Stoakly Centurio