Silvers Story

Hello, you may call me Foxy or Smiles, whichever is easy. This is a story of a character I made in the game Warrior Cats Ultimate Edition (also knows as wcue for short), which is based off of Warriors by Erin hunter. She is a black fox, and just know this is my first time I'm actually writing a novel of a character, and I'm learning how to write better each day. Last edited: 2024/1/14

The Beginning
The sun began to rise, shining down all over the place, trying to get through crevices. Silver opened her small eyes, blinking them as they adjusted to the glimmering light. She lifted her head sleepily, smelling the familiar scent of the cave, which she lived in since she was only a little cub.
She wagged her tail, letting out a large yawn before jumping to her paws, ready for the day. The sun had got into their cave, and was shining in her mothers face, who now was disturbed. Silver padded out of the cave, but was stopped as she fell to the ground, feeling paws jump onto her back.
"Wait for me!" her younger runt brother joyfully said, pouncing onto her.
"Get off of me! You're as heavy as a buck!" she giggled, rolling onto her back.
"Rude!" he tumbled off of her, lifting himself and shaking his fur before continuing to trot.
She ran, flicking her tail as she giggled, her fluffy, scrappy tail hitting her younger brother, "You're such a slowpoke, Dusk. Even Solar is faster than you!" she chuckled as she slowed her pace to match Dusks, pointing her head towards Solar, who was her younger sister. They were the same age- all of them were the same age. But they were born at different times. Silver was the first born. Her brother was born after her, and Solar was born afterwards. Dusk was the youngest, and the last to be born.
"Oh please, I'm faster than all of you! Even Dust," he rolled his eyes, but Dust had interrupted him.
"Nuh uh. You're slower than a turtle," Dust padded forward, glaring at Dusk, "You even look like a turtle with those stubby legs!" Silver chuckled, jumping onto a log and sitting, wrapping her tail over her paws. Her mother had followed behind, carefully watching them. She seemed to have an uneasy expression on her face as she laid down on her side, revealing her stomach slightly as she yawned, "Now, now, no teasing," her mother smiled.
Her two brothers were fighting about who's faster and who's slower, while her sister jumped onto the log with her, laying down and resting.
"Go, Dust! Beat them up!" She shouted as she watched her two brothers nip at each other, chasing, running, and pouncing on each other. She looked up, her smile fading as an unfamiliar strong breeze flowed through the air. It carried no fresh scent, though. More like a dusty smell she never smelt before. The air was stale, and nowhere close to fresh. Silver didn't think much of it, though. Why would she need to care?
She perked her ears as she heard the familiar pawsteps that came from her father. She recognized his light gray pelt, similar to Dust. He held a cat in his mouth, which was dangling and hissing, struggling in the snout of her father. The cat was small, yet tough. Silver watched the squirming cat. Her father bit down, making the cat loudly hiss and yowl, going tense before limp in his jaws. He dropped the dead prey, going to her mother and murmuring stuff, which she didn't hear.
She ran to the prey, biting and digging in along with her siblings, which pushed each other, including her, to get to the food. They hungrily ate, scavenging the body, making sure nothing was left. They tore through the fur viciously like hyenas. She licked her snout, hunger satisfied. After Silver had finished eating she stretched, running to her siblings to play. One thing she kept thinking of was the face her mother made as her father spoke to her.

Some time later...

After a successful day of playing, jumping, yipping and yapping, giggling and laughing, they were back at their den, curling up together and pressing their fur together to share their warmth. Her brothers had settled down, still giggling and nipping at each other, but their mother hushed them as she rested her head on the rock. Her sister, being the more calm and patient one, had already fallen asleep. She could see her due to the beige in her black and gray pelt. Other than that, it would be impossible to see her. She sniffed the air, smelling the stale air, feeling uneasiness. She took one other sniff, but still didn't recognize the smell. Weirdly enough, it had gotten stronger. Not wanting to worry about it, she laid her head, forcing her eyes shut.