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Protolouge:
It was a quiet day in the forest, all was well. Robins and blue-birds, even a hedgehog or two, watched as two orange things were born. The orange bundles huddled closely to eachother, prodding at anything with warmth. A dull red fox lay down, breathing heavily. Finally, it was over. The female had finally given birth. After weeks and weeks of waiting, they were finally here. Yet another fox, this one male, sat nearby. His chest was puffed out with glory. "What lovely cubs," More and mroe foxes padded out of the shadows. "They'll be very strong when they grow up," Some said. "Look at that bigger one, its already displaying dominance." The father finally say up and approached the tired female. "You did it, Valkeri," He whispereed into her ear. He looked over to the cubs, his cubs, with affection. Waves of heat rolled off of the female. With a huff, she raised her head and look over at her cubs.
With a gently sweep of her paw, she dudged her babies closer to her. The bundles squealed in protest, but as soon as their tiny paws met their mother's sweet scent and warmth, they finally gave in. They prodded at her side, nuzzling her. Finally they found it; milk. They suckled her to their fill before they curled up next to her and fell asleep. "Their beautiful, Kyin." The female, Valkeri, breathed. The male awknowledged her with a nod. "Beautiful indeed, Kyin." Someone snickered. A silver fox padded out of the shadows, a cheshire grin planted on his face. With a swish of his tail, he looked over the sleeping cubs. Kyin snarled, making the new silver fox flinch. "What do you want, Kreed?" He hissed, his tail fluffed up in anger. The female flashed her teeth at him, her hackles raised. "Nothing, just admiring your offspring." He said calmly, tail swishing. He leaned in closer to the defenceless cubs, but Kyin hesitating. Valkeri snapped at him, barely grazing his nose with ehr sharp teeth.
Kreed pulled back, hissing on instinct. "You've seen them, Kreed. Now leave," Kyin snarled. The silver fox let out a groan. "Why now?" he asked, similar to a spoled child's begging for a new pony. "Because I am the Leader of this pack, and you've caused enough trouble." Kyin's voice was raising. Kreed took a step back. "You've wronged me, Kyin of The Silver Waters." The silver fox was loosing his cool, his voice raised also. The other pack foxes tensed. "Leave," The Leader said once again. Valkeri turned away from him and licked her cubs clean. They woke up with soft yips, pawing at her belly. Kreed looked over at them with such viciousness, the cubs backed away. Even they, with their eyes closed, knew of a threat. Finally, the silver fox subdueed. "Fine," he hissed through clinched teeth. "I'll leave. But mark my words, Kyin, you'll all be dead. Even these pitiful cubs of yours!" He howled. "The humans are coming, they mean death to us all!" He was screaming. The cubs whimpered. Before the crazed fox could utter another word, Kyin leapt upon him and bit his ear. The silver fox clawed at him, desprate to get away. With one tug, and a scream of pain from Kreed, Kyin bit off his left ear. Its blood splattered on one of the poor cubs, who yelped at such cold liquid. Kyin, oblivious to what happened, spit out the ear in the dire4ction of the pack foxes. They leapt back in fear.
Kreed screamed with pain, blood leaking acrossed his face, making him look even more ghostly and vicious. He rolled on the ground in pain, pawing frantically at the rest of his ear. Kyin looked downa t him without mercy. "Stop threatening us, Kreed. Leave. And never come back." His voice was emotionless, his eyes held nothing. The silver fox scrambed away. "I'm tired of your crap, Kyin! I'm sure there are more that think so too!" He was saying. "Who believe that this Fox doesn't deserve to be leader, follow me! We'll take back out pack and kill anyone who opposes!" Kyin said nothing. The other foxes hesitated, until four foxes followed on after him. With a swish of his tail, the Silver fox, along with the other pack-mates, were gone.
Chapter 1:
The First Hunt.
It had been a few months after the two cubs were born, and Kreed had threatened them of death by humans. When the silver fox had left, they finally recieved their names. The slightly bigger one with a dull orange coat was named Fhyre of The Burning Lands, and the smaller sibling was named Crowe. But most foxes reply to him as 'The Other One'. He was always last, and showed no promise of leading the pack one day. When he was born, he had a beautiful orange coat, but now his coat was a savage black. Everyone stayed away from him. When they looked at him, there was no emotion. They acted if he was a mere piece of prey. But Fhyre, on the other hand, was treated like royalty. The leader always boasted about him to the other senior foxes. Fhyre was strong, handsome, atheletic, and the vixen adored him. He showed much promise for a mere cub.
Crowe was never awknowleded. But he looked on, and ignored them, trying his best to show no emotion as they did. But today was special. It was going to be his first hunt. If he caught a deer, no, a mighty buck, everyone would love him. Not even his sibling could beat that. He'd finally earn his mother and father's love. Today, his father will boast about him, not Fhyre. He held his head up high, and his tail stuck out in dominince. He had groomed himself until his fur shone like a crow's wing. Which, to him, was a compliment. Crows were his friend. They shared secrets. Today the Crows must help him catch a buck. Though he couldn't help but feel hated by the other pack foxes, with their fiery red and orange coats. He shown out like a red lizard in a pile of blueberries. But after living like this for sometime, he adjusted to it.
Finally, he saw it. All the other cubs were lining up next to his father--no, the leader. They were painting different colored designs on their fur. It was supposed to show respect from the animals they killed. Crowe sat down in the back of the line, tail swishing happily, his ears up and alert. Leader showed admiration in the young foxes, mabye even love. But when he reached Crowe, his eyes did not shine with happiness. They showed no emotion. His paws trembled as he adjusted the red and blue paint ont he young black fox's face, as if he was scared. Crowe's smile faded. He knew he shouldn't of got his hope up. Today was no special, father treated him like some alien fox. Crowe stood perfectly still, staring at the ground as his father applied the paint. Rage bloomed into the young fox's heart and soul. On instinct his hackles rose, making the leader hesitate and paw shake even more. Out of nowhere, Crowe bared his fangs and snarled. Kyin flew back, his paw stepping on the side of the red paint bowl and splattering all over the black fox's face.
"Why?" Crowe cried. "WHY?!" The Leader stepped back, his eyes round. The red paint made him look vicious. Every fox stopped what they were doing to stare ar the two. "Why do you hate me?" The black fox lost all of his composure, tears flowed down his face and mixing with the paint. Kyin said nothing. Valkeri padded out of her den, her eyes round also. "Crowe, stop this madness now..." Fhyre said, padding up next to him. His fur was overly fluffed up. This only made matters worse for Crowe. "Oh, mister goody-too-paws here to save the day?" Crowe snarled. Fhyre narrowed his eyes and hissed, taking a daring step closer. Kyin was speechless. "You get everything! Your perfect! The favorite!" Crowe howled. "Why can't you treat me the same?! Why do you hate me, father? Why--" Crowe couldn't finish his sentence. Fhyre leapt on top of him and tore at his neck. Sure, this 'perfect' fox looked handsome and was big, he had no plan. Crowe kicked him off and he hit a tree with a thud. He layed their motionless. Crowe stared at him in horror. Pack foxes gasped. Some ran to help him. One of the first was none other than Kyin. Almost immedietly he leapt to his son's aid. Is he dead? Crowe asked himself. No, he's still breathing.
Crowe stepped back, horrified. What has he done? He turned around and fled deeper into the forest. He was done. Once again, he was the bad guy. That evil black fox with blood smeared across his face who savagly beat up his older brother. He ran to the river, where he looked at his reflection. He looked like a monster, with the paint smeared acrossed his face. He washed himself off and layed under a tree.
His special day was gone.
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Coming; Chapter 2: What the Crow said.
In this Chapter Crowe is visited by none other than a Crow. All his hopes of earning his father's trust by catching a buck were gone. Will he give up, or even listen to the cunning Crow? Things are heating up when he meets a young vixen, his color. What will happen? Mabye this day isn't over?
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