Mistheart the Arctic Kitsune Foxling

Snowy Feelings

A few months into having a new home, new owners, and a new friend, Mistheart has grown quite into an adult arctic foxling, and she was proud to be part of something new. With the pink collar and a bell around her neck, her fluffy fur sticking out above the collar from her shirt, she licked it only hearing the bell jingle as she licked her tuff of fur. She noticed she got a bit of a puffy chest, and to feel it.. it wasn't just fur. She curls her two tails around, holding them and licking, grooming herself. She got up afterwards and stretched, and went to the couch where Callie was chilling, on her phone. Mistheart rubbed herself against Callie's legs like a cat, making some kind of fox purr sound. Callie reached down and pet her, and she licked her hand. Marie walked past, grabbing keys on the table and walked out the door. The two glanced at each other and shrugged, but giggled silently after. Callie motioned for Mistheart to jump up and lay next to her, which she did but instead of laying next to her, she layed on her. She started to doze of, and into dreamland... her vision blurred of a white light that engulfed around her, and soon noticed she was in a field, next to a forest. The ocean and bay below the hill from the field. Dens all around from other arctic foxlings from generations, she walked through a bit and then.. out of nowhere she stood still, then sat down like a fox as normally. She noticed something peeking from one of the dens in the ground, and out came a ten week old arctic foxling kit, and another one, and another and another.. it was a litter. They all ran and playfully tackling each other, they were aqua and red colored kits, just like her and Clawstar she noticed. Some bit, a vixen emerged from the den, and lays out in the field to sun bathe, but Mistheart notices.. it was actually her. She watched as the dream version of herself was watching over the kits, playing and feeding them. She wondered if they were her kits, and why some of them were red colored, then... a dog male came by carrying prey, smallfrys for the vixen. He puts them in front of the dream version of Mistheart, and she begins to chow down, wagging her two tails. The male seemed awfully familiar.. red colored, red colored eyes, a grey long sleeve shirt and pants, and sharp long claws on his paws. Of course, it was Clawstar! She was in awe and amazement while watching the couple being smitten and loving each other.. grooming each other and sun bathing together. The kits climbing on them and sleeping around them in the warm sun. She noticed they didn't have collars, which she thought they were wild while in reality she and Clawstar are actually domesticated, and if they weren't.. this would be their life. While the kits slept with their parents, Mistheart got a bit closer to her dream self and Mate, they couldn't hear or see her, but she could hear and see them since it is just a dream. She lays next to herself, cuddling the kits.. she feels a sense of warmth, comfort, and innocence.. she smiles, and starts to cry. "So this is what it's like to have a Mate and kits..." she said, and looked at the dream version. They were nuzzling each other, and cuddled together. She watched them doing so, taking a look at Clawstar, and blushed. She started to feel something inside her, as she looks at Clawstar in this dreamland. Her blushing continues but soon fades off. She relaxes around them, all comfortable.. until....
"Mistheart, hey.. pssst Mistheart! Wake up!"
A voice from reality calling her, as it entered her dream.. it kept repeating a bit, and the white light engulfed her once again and her eyes opened, yawning and stretching. As she stretched, her tush and twin tails bumped into a figure that was sitting beside her. She turned her head and noticed it was Clawstar. He came over to take her outside to play around. She looks at Callie, and Callie smiles and says she can go out, but not to wonder off. The foxlings smile and jump off the couch, running to the fox door on the door to go out and into the backyard they went. The chased each other, and played around. They climbed the one tree in the back towards the fence, and began digging a hole on the front side of the tree that was facing the house. Callie looked out the window and was surprised to see them digging under the tree together, putting dirt everywhere. She watches them, and suddenly Marie walks in and puts the keys down, walks to where Callie is looking and looks out the window too. They watched the foxlings digging until they went deeper underneath and couldn't be seen.