HoodedHuntress
Songster
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.
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?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."