It was as solemn as the mourning dove's cries that night.
Dark shadows loomed over the forest, dancing, cast from the fire upon the fox's pelt.
A fiery orange fox whose fur glimmered with a blazing fire and a cat that looked like it could be made of water stood head to head.
Creatures watched with wide, curious, and even fearful eyes. A pure white stag with icicles for antlers. A blue jay that fluttered among tiny puffs of clouds. A dog with a lame paw, whose fur was laced with lava, dripping and oozing from almost rocky cracks in his pelt. A bear with massive stone spikes along her back.
The fox and cat hissed and spat at each other, arguing loudly. They had a lifelong feud, so old that even they couldn't remember how it started.
The cat was finally fed up with the fox. She leapt out, angrily slashing her claws through his fiery pelt. Steam circled around them, black smoke clouding the misty forest.
The fox bucked her off, pinned her down, and set the earth below her ablaze.
The cat yowled, squirming.
And to the creatures' surprise, the tiniest of them all left the safety of the bushes beyond the small clearing.
The mouse with electricity crackling along his body darted up the fox's leg, shocking him with a bite on the shoulder.
The fox staggered backward, startled. The cat laughed, standing up. The mouse delicately leapt from the fox's nose to the cat's forehead. He clamped his jaws onto the cat's neck.
The cat yowled once more, shaking the mouse off. The mouse stood between the two, telling them how ridiculous this was. She looked from one to the other.
"Now get along, or the world might be at stake," she spat before disappearing into the undergrowth.
And from that day forward, the cat and the fox stopped fighting.
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One Shots
SonstigesI have challenged myself to write a little bit every day. These are the little stories and such I write. I only publish the ones that actually turn out half decent, as most of these are ideas I came up with at 2 AM
