Fight of the Foxes RP

~Frost leapt into a tree, flaming with indescribable fury and frustration, and began shredding massive chunks of branch. When they fell to the ground and the old tree began bleeding out its sap, Frost allowed herself a small smirk of satisfaction.
Just imagine it's blood.
And the tree is an Arctic.
~
Obsidian was furious. His whole body was covered in blood, some his and some Artctic. He tore at the squirrel even more, snarling all the time.
 

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