-Pack Foxes- A Role-play

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She looked up from her sleep like position and said hi. She had been sad lately. She had a crush, but didn't know if he liked her. You could tell she was sad by her eyes.
Jadeheart the fox (I almost thought she was a cat for a moment, wow much confusion)
sat down next to her, the silver fur on her brush brushing Amity's amber (or whatever color they are) eyes.
"It sure is pretty, with all those colors on the trees. But all that beauty leads to nothing good. All the good living, food, warmth, cubs, goes away, and we have to scrape up all there is to survive. Though there isn't much food, foxes do look more beautiful in the winter, with gorgeous full pelts." She studied herself. The ragged, rough, grey fox transformed into someone with a thick silver pelt with brilliant green eyes piercing through. Amity was looking gorgeous too.
"It's like a fox absorbs all the beauty in spring, summer, and fall combined, and adds a dash of color to the winter."
Chaosthorn thrashed through the forest, blood staining his paws and muzzle. Ferns, bushes, branches, and twigs all fell victim to his powerful retreat from Silver territory. His body swayed as it should to avoid obstacles up ahead, his tail following instructions to keep his balance. It was clear he was a strong, athletic fox, as his muscle and frame was on full display as he returned to his territory. That idiot of a fox had tried taking his kill, the large hare he had killed himself. That idiot had also paid the price. Chaosthorn had nearly killed him before the others came, and he had bolted with his kill. He hadn't been looking for trouble, but he was one to stand up for himself when the time came. Soon, he crossed the border, and slowed his pace to a walk. He noticed two vixens on his right, recognizing one immediately, wondering what they did so far out. She looked distressed, the one whose eyes faced him; it was Amnity. He hesitated, should he interrupt, or simply leave?
 
Amity saw Chaosthorn, and light her eyes a little.
Chaosthorn saw that change in her eyes, from that former bleakness which had lived there. But he wouldn't interrupt, he would let Amnity come to him if she truly wished. For whatever reason it may be. He found her seasonal pelt to be utterly astounding, and her eyes seemed to captivate him as always. He backed away some, where he turned the other way, only occasionally glancing back to make sure they were still there, allowing their conversation for the time being.
 
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Chaosthorn saw that change in her eyes, from that former bleakness which had lived there. But he wouldn't interrupt, he would let Amnity come to him if she truly wished. For whatever reason it may be. He found her seasonal pelt to be utterly astounding, and her eyes seemed to captivate him as always. He backed away some, where he turned the other way, only occasionally glancing back to make sure they were still there, allowing their conversation for the time being.
Jadeheart stood back. She would let whatever needed to be said said.
 
Amity stood up, feeling bones creeking, in her tiny, tiny frame. She walked over to Chaosthorn and walked by him back to camp. She slightly pushed herself against him, supporting her weight, and keeping herself warm. She could hear his soft breath, in out in out, feel his heart beating, and couldn't help herself to twist her tail with his.
 
Amity stood up, feeling bones creeking, in her tiny, tiny frame. She walked over to Chaosthorn and walked by him back to camp. She slightly pushed herself against him, supporting her weight, and keeping herself warm. She could hear his soft breath, in out in out, feel his heart beating, and couldn't help herself to twist her tail with his.
Chaosthorn was not expecting this sudden approach from Amnity; she had left the other fox and their conversation for him, even though she had stepped aside. Which meant she wanted something with him. Was it a reprimand for crossing territories, had he done something wrong? Oh, he certainly hoped he hadn’t, she had captured his attention a few months ago, and he had silently harbored his feelings for her for that duration, developing the courage to eventually confront her about it. Her pelt and eyes were beautiful, contrasting each other ever so slightly. Her rather small frame invoked a sort of protectiveness around her more than ever now that he could witness it up close. Chaosthorn held his breath as she closed the remaining distance between the pair, before she rubbed against him, their fur grazing against each other like blades of grass on a windy day. His heart beat rapidly at the commence of their walk, before it calmed down, providing a steady thump like it formerly did. When their tails became entangled, he lead her aside where no fox was, eyeing her gently, a hint of surprise still vivid in his eyes. He let out a whispered “Amnity?”, questioning whether all this was real, that she wanted her as he wanted him.
 
¨Yes?" She replied. She edged away just a little. SHe was afraid he was uncomfortable with her sudden reaction. She started walking towards camp, changing the direction a little. "Is there something you would like?"
Chaosthorn saw her reaction and quickly corrected the situation by trotting up to her, burying his nose in her fur to take in her delectable scent which tantalized him so now more than ever. Following that, he placed his nose on hers gently, so that the pair could gaze at each other gently. His deep brown eyes pierced her amber ones, silently questioning if she wanted him. He asked silently "Why, did you do all that, rub against me, twirl tails." He continued charmingly "I'm not complaining...I like you Amnity, a lot. You're beautiful, kind, and cunning. The perfect vixen." He hesitated, his heart rate racing as he awaited a reaction, hoping she felt the same way.
 
Jadeheart walks back to camp back through the peppermint forest to where she wasn't awkwardly standing by herself.
 

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