PROLOGUE
In an old, torn up abandoned house, there lived a group of quiet mice. Ever since the house folk moved out, they were all needy, starving, thirsty, and cold. Nothing to sneak into their warm and toasty houses, nothing to eat, and nothing to even drink. They had no-where to sleep soundly, and nothing to trust. If a mouse were to have the teeniest piece of any type of food, they would attack their own kin. They were all going crazy. No-one had the slightest hope for survival. One gloomy day, a gray, shaggy mouse decided to step up and say something. It looked like as if he never ate anything in weeks. "ENOUGH!" a raspy voice announced. "It's about time we did something for once! I'm tired of looking at our poor relatives strive for food and shelter. I say it's time we did something!" A tiny voice came up. "But how? We never did anything because of the vicious predators surrounding our burrow, and we don't even have any weapons!" The gray mouse chipped a chunk of wet, moldy wood from the floor and started to carve a sword-like object out of it with his teeth. He gently tapped the tip with his cold fingertip. A small portion of blood came leaking out, not too serious though. The crowed gasped with surprise. It was silent. "Well, if none of you are going to do anything, i'll go alone! I'll someday come home with a sackful of sunflower seeds, corn, water, and even cheese!" A black, fuzzy mouse with a shredded red bandanna shouted "I'll come too! There's no way you could survive with a piece of wood that'll only give our enemies a splinter!" The gray mouse grinned thankfully, more confident to help his family achieve such an unfeasible goal. With that, he gave his partner a replica of his defense and they began their precarious journey.

The two mice walked along the soggy mud next to the busy riverbank filled with fish. There were fishermen waiting for a tugging bite on the bait. Smoke realized something. He sniffed the wet air and caught a scent of something that smelled delicious. The inquisitive mouse crept closer to the human. He squinted to see what he had in store. Corn! He went to check his storage to see if he had any more corn. "Hey! Wait up Smoke!" Fang shouted. "What're you do-" Smoke slammed Fang's mouth shut as he snooped around the fisher-man's stash for any luck. "Augh!" Smoke groaned. "No luck!"

"Hey Smoke, what were you looking for?" Smoke pointed to the tasty treasure on the fisherman's hook. Fang smirked. "Hey... I got an idea"

"Don't tell me you're going to-"

"Oh, I am."

Fang sprang onto his paws and scampered towards the fish hook. It was a dangerous idea, but c'mon, it's for his family! He dived into the rushing waters and paddled to the fish hook. He desperately grabbed the golden treat tightly. "I got it!" It was too late to escape. The fishermen felt the slight tug then swung his fishing pole towards the soaked land. Fang harshly hit the soft, hard ground then flew back up. He flew through the water as if he was a fish. As the corn ripped off the hook, Fang hit the red brick wall then fell in a pile of hay and gently dropped the corn. He was exhausted. Smoke had a "heart attack." "I think that was enough action for now." Smoke said. Fang nodded his sore head. "Come on, lets rest."
"I'm fine right here..." Fang tiredly said.

Fang is a dark-grey mouse with sharp incisors. Fang is loud, creative, and fun to talk to!