Her whiskers trembling, the brown mouse glanced up at the moonless sky. What a night to be out, she thought. But I must find food for my children. The she-mouse froze as a gekker, the hunting cry of a fox ripped through the night air. She had heard gekkers lots before, but this one was different. Eerie and haunting. The sound of death. Merciless death.
The mouse heard a low growl behind her. A large male fox lept from the shadows and pinned her down. Her heart beating louder than thunder, she starred up into the cold gray pits of cruelty that where his eyes. He gave a evil cackle and the mouse turned her head and looked at the stars. She did not want her last sight to be those terrible eyes. She thought of her children and how much she loved them. The last thing the she-mouse ever heard on this earth was that of her own spine being crushed.
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Beyond the borders
FantastikMhirie is a young fox cub living in the Skulk of Kiro'ron. Her life is peaceful, but when she is invited to an audience with the Leader, things get out of hand (or should I say 'paw'?).
