I'm not creative enough to name my chapters-
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1st Person POVMomma and I were just walking in the woods when it happened. A big fluffy tail (that was no where near fluffy and harmless like it was supposed to be) crashed right into us! Then momma was on the ground with red stuff coming out of her! I know what that is, it's blood; it's a very common thing that comes out of prey.
What?! But momma always said foxes were predators! Not prey, blood only comes out of prey in that amount! Does that mean the thing that killed her was our predator? Does that mean momma was gone? She can't be yet! I haven't been able to show her I can hunt without her looking after me nearby! I haven't been able to bring prey back to the den, to her! Yet she was right there in front of me, gone...
Get a grip of yourself!
I was sad momma was gone (I'm trash at transitions, plus animals shouldn't hold the same crushing amount of sadness as humans when one of their own dies all the time right?). I let instinct and common animal sense take me over; not completely, but enough to (hopefully) make sure I survive. Momma always said that if anything happened I had to think for myself and get to safety, that survival was almost always first for a male fox like me (females put their kits first).
So I took off running. There was so much blood! The scents and sounds of blood, fear, and sorrow attacked my senses to the point where they hurt. I started being more careful with my steps, but still being efficient (foxes like me were really good at that). There were dead humans everywhere and a huge maroon fox was killing even more of them!
It had nine tails! I only stopped to look for a second before taking off again. I stopped and hid in what seemed to be the safest part of the forest.
I sniffled, and started to whimper and cry silently. I was there for a long time, and I used that time to mourn momma. (I dunno how foxes mourn, if they even do that.) After I calmed down and came back to my senses was when I noticed that the sounds had stopped; no more screaming, crying, or yells of frustration or fear.
That's my chance! I was going to head back and bury momma, like I had seen humans to with their own kind when we were out hunting one day! On second thought, momma said most humans were bad, and that burying dead things was stupid. Since they would rot either way. I slowed my pace and decided against it, momma wouldn't want me to use odd human traditions after her death.
I looked around the area outside of my safe spot and there was a sound of a crying man kit. The humans would take care of it; since it was their kit. I brought my nose up to smell for any more signs of danger when I noticed it: weird red mist-like things in the air. It smelled funny, and felt warm. It was quite strange, you could almost feel a soft fluffy glow emitting from it (as well as heat); yet you couldn't quite really feel it at all. I couldn't tell if it was danger though; it was just, floating there.
Then it started coming towards me! I growled at it, and bit it at too, to show it who was predator, but it wasn't listening. It started to surround and start wrapping around me! I yelped and fought against it. I was beginning to panic even more when it started seeping into me; then, everything went black.
So, how was the first chapter of this re-write? I know, it's short, and pretty trash. Most (all) of my chapters will probably be like that though. See what I mean when I said I didn't want "a stuck in Naruto" theme but I still wanted a Naruto fic?
Also, is it spelled Ninetails or Ninetales??

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Ripple (The REWRITE for Ninetails in Naruto! Oh Well!)
أدب الهواةA mother fox dies during the kyuubi attack. The kit she leaves behind comes into contact with the remnants of the bijuu's chakra. This has some... interesting side effects, and the world shifts in response. -Not cannon compliant- (First couple of ch...