A little bit of flowery prose I wrote for fun: an old story from the Warrens, giving reasons why to join The Ratters Patrol.
The Ratters Patrol
A Tale For Young Warreners
Teeth bright like knives, as white as the bone they hunt. Tiny eyes fever through the dark, searching and searching for anything to eat. Claws scrabble at dirt. They stampede through the tunnels, guided only by blind hunger.
The swarm of your childhood nightmares is coming. Long ago, your parents warned you about them in bedtime tales, but they were never just tales. And now they are coming. The rats are coming.
Even Vartos bends her head in shame, unable to look at the ungodly creatures before her. These are no beings of nature, they are spawn from the very bowels of Mordus.
But look, here they are. The Ratters Patrol, huzzah! Their hearts are keen, their blades are sharp, ready to burn this scourge from our underground homes. They will never back down.
Joined together in mind and song, they march, down tunnel after tunnel, slaying each rat with righteous anger. Many will fall, but each will be worth it. They are heroes. The heroes of the Warrens. Stand proud with your brothers and sisters.
Stand proud, oh you Ratters Patrol.
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