Storm, head of the howl faction, a charcoal black vixen with shiny red highlights on her fur, reddish-amber eyes, visibly long claws, and flying flecks of ashes rotating her body. Her unnatural looks originate from her being an undead traveller, convincing the howl faction that she came from the paradise faction, ascending down with a shooting star to save the howl faction from dying to the deadly spreading 'rabies' disease. However, her presence as a leader only brought to bloodshed and treating other factions and outsiders with disrespect and superiority.
"Just let him go already. I've had enough of him" Storm hissed
Oak shifted from one paw to another, looking up at Storm, that layed down on the high rock, her paws heaving and hanging over the brim of it, her blurry eyes uninterested, gazing in the distance.
"No, no, no, no!" Oak wailed, spinning around in circles anxiously. "I can't just let him go without punishment! I must at least get to claw his pretentious scummy eyes off before I'd do anything to chastise him for the damage he's done!" Oak thundered, rattled by Storm's apathy.
"Hush, Oak! I've had enough of your complaining. If you dare continue behaving like a bratty apprentice, I swear on the stars I will ban you from your role of subordinate." Storm yowled, swiftly getting up on her paws and furiously splaying her claws and teeth.
Oak stumbled back in astonishment, fur rippling along his spine, with his huge teeth bared, he swished his tail in frustration. "No, please, Storm. I have served you loyally for thousands of moons, surely you don't mean what you're saying..." Oak wailed, with an edge of despair in his tone. Storm's tail swished in anger "You're getting on my nerves, Oak." she warned
"I promise, Storm, if you just let me punish River, just a little knick in the ear as a memory of me. You won't forget me, will you, River?" Oak hissed, spinning around and glaring maliciously at River, who was being held down by two soldiers, a black vixen and a dappled white tod with old battle scars scattered all over his body.
River unsheathed his claws, looking up from the floor, he tried to hiss but the black vixen immdiately shoved his long black muzzle down in the dirt. Oak chuckled, spinning back around to look at Storm. "May I?" he pleaded.
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A Broken Path (and how I fixed it)
Non-FictionThe story of a broken legacy. A ravaged society, manufactured by the hunger for power and revenge and the fake promise for a utopian future, Ivory, a fox cub from the Frost Faction must dig deep to discover the truth for why the head of the Howl fac...
