[Splat]

Ok, Mr Red, your the only one whos sent me a reply so, chapter one is donated to you (I'll donate each chapter to someone else) and i hope its as good as you expected, tell me if you can see way for improvements. Now lets get on with the story, it starts in Sligos:

“Get out of the way, skinny.” Raffe barrelled past him, throwing him against the wall.
“Yeah, slimeball,” screeched nicou, whacking Mica with his tail as he passed.
Scrat ran past, ignoring his brother who was now plastered against the wall, blood trickling from his mouth.
Mica was the runt. The name for the smallest slig in the nest. Out of his 4 twin brothers, he was the smallest and weakest. Raffe was the biggest. Fathers favourite. Nicou was next, strong and determined to keep Raffe as his friend. Scrat was next, he, unlike the other two, didn’t hate Mica but he knew what would happen to him if Raffe caught him “fraternising with the enemy.”
Mica stumble in to the eating chamber where his brothers and father where already gathered round the low stone square that served as a table. He took his place between his father and Scrat and they began to eat, Scrat sneaking some of his meal on to Mica’s feeble plate. Mica, being the most useless, had the smallest meal, while the titanic Raffe had almost twice as much.
When they had almost finished breakfast, Their father turned to them. “Could one of you stay home today, I have a lot of work to do and Biggies still sick.” Biggy was, of coarse, their pet slog. Most grown sligs had one and Raffe was expecting one on his next birthday.
“I’ll help,” said Scrat immediately. If he didn’t his father would probably ask Raffe, who naturally, wouldn’t be allowed to refuse, when he’d rather be out doing other things.
“Me to,” called Mica.
“That’s alright son, I’ll do with just Scrat.”
“Yeah, you don’t want to strain yourself!” Snickered Raffe and he and Nicou laughed.
“Boys,” growled their father.
“Sorry father,” muttered Nicou, but Mica noticed they didn’t apologise to him.
Raffe and Nicou headed towards the den entrance together and left. Mica followed as far as the door, then waited a while before going out himself. He walked down to the sea and gazed out at a very distant island. He’d always wondered what was out there. When he was younger he had always dreamed of seeing it, and being there all alone, without the screams coming from the wood. Without his brothers.
Now he headed to the wood. It was in a dip, where the ground sloped suddenly lower, the trees started one meter lower than the ground next to it and went so high that at 11 o’clock in the morning you would be in shadow 10 meters away. He stood there, wondering what was in there that caused such horrific screams. His father had told him never to go in there. He couldn’t see how he could’ve if he’d wanted to. The trees were so close together and thick bushes grew to a meter above the floor.
He turned to head away from the boundary when he saw the last person he wanted to, charging towards him. Raffe, being shadowed by Nicou.
“Hi Mica” Raffe said, his eyes burning.
“What do you want?” Mica groaned.
“What’s that supposed to mean? We just wanted to see our little brother.”
“What ever your gonna do, just do it now and get it over with now.”
“Are you sure?”
The sooner you start, the sooner you finish.”
“Fine.”
Mica closed his eyes and waited. When he opened them again he saw Nicou charging towards him. He sat there waiting as Nicou got closer and closer. Then he noticed something else: Raffe was charging towards him to He closed his eyes again and thought to himself this is really going to hurt.
They hit him and he went flying backwards. He screamed in pain as his arm hit a tree trunk and the bones shattered.
“No, you idiot, you where to far left! He going inside!”
“I told you this wouldn’t work”
Mica landed on a bush and started rolling down over the low canopy of leaves, twigs and thorns. He kept rolling down until he hit the ground, broken arm first.
He looked up, over a grassy plain, then backed slowly in to the shadow of a gorse bush, as a scream echoed across the plain to his ears…

What dya think? Good? I did tell ya that it would be in a different style.