"A prophecy?" A black fox said pacing back and forth,
"Yes, leader Midnight." An orange coloured fox said, his eyes seemed to be filled with hatred for the leader of their pack. "An old loon is ranting on about how four foxes will kill that dreadful wolf packs leader, so they won't bother us."
Midnight's eyes suddenly lost interest, why would he listen to an old fox, about the fate of his own pack?
"And your point is what, Crimson?" He asked,
"What if we give it a try?" The orange fox replied. There was a long silence and then Midnight broke into laughter.
"Oh, you're the one making the prophecy."
Crimson dropped his attempt at being calm, and suddenly was full of rage, "I saw it happen! I saw it flash in my mind, I know it!" Crimson started shouting "And if you won't listen to me then those wolves won't stop!"
Midnight laughed again "No, I won't listen to your gibberish."
Crimson felt a strike of pain in his head, and he collapsed to the grass floor, clutching his head with his paws. Then when he stood up again, all his rage, pain and stress was gone, his face was clean of all emotion, he looked soulless. Then he started to speak, in an eerie kind of way. "I saw it again, but more clearly," Crimson said, grinning "And you're not in it."
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Foxes
AdventureThe fur of the brightest red and a coat of snow. Midnight black and eyes of blue like the rivers that rush and flow. To stop the ones that howl to the moon. The foxes will come soon. A Foe lies underneath. A traitor with vicious teeth. The foxes wil...
