Fantastic Mr Fox [Closed]

Lingering near in the Beech Copse, Ivyfall stalked a rabbit that was feasting on the little shoots of grass that were buried in the snow. The rabbit seemed unaware of the danger that it was in, not even raising it's head to sniff for trouble. But then a new scent floated past, one that set the Deputy's fur up and had the rabbit pelting away as if a dog was chasing it.

The stench of unmistakeable.

A fox was on her territory.

Warily, Ivyfall climbing up the Beech tree easily, hiding her presence and scent as she watched for signs of the beast. Once she got a glimpse of it, she planned on running back to camp to report it.

Shallowkit continued to bounce across the frosty ground with gleeful squeaks, his small paws crunching on the frozen grass and the occasional snowdrift. All of Riverclan constantly strutted through the camp, always repeating to him the fact that it was to "dangerous" to leave camp, or that he was much too "young"- well not even the most experienced warrior had caught him sneaking out of the suffocating confinement that was the Riverclan camp.

After wandering aimlessly along the river for several fox-lengths, Shallowkit decided to veer away from the frozen, glittering sheet of ice and wandered further inland. Finding himself at a thick cluster of beech trees, Shallowkit continued to flounce about through the roots of the large trees, blissfully unaware of the fox lurking about close by. Suddenly a sour scent filled his nose, causing him to pull a face- what was that smell? It some sort of off-putting rancid scent that he couldn't fully place, but it made his pelt prickle. "Hello? Who's there?" Shallowkit called nervously, scanning the copse of  trees nervously as the foul scent quickly grew stronger.

"Me!" Acornkit squeal, pouncing on her brother from behind a bush, sending snow and debris flying madly around her. The ruckus caused was enough to be heard from WindClan, but the little kit had no thought for the dangers that lurked outside of camp. She'd spotted her littermate sneaking out and had decided to follow him quietly, using her lighter coloured pelt to help hide her as she trailed behind him. She was so proud that he hadn't noticed her, her little dagger-like teeth gleaming as she sat on top of him.

"Betcha didn't spot me. I'm clearly going to be the better warrior." The cream tabby joked, nuzzling her brother as she spoke, not noticing the foul stench that was creeping slower. She was more focused to messing around.

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Up in the trees, the deputy cursed up a storm in her mind as she watched Shallowkit stumble upon the Beech Copse. The silver tabby knew it was in a kits nature to want to wander, but the timing couldn't be more awful. Bracing herself, she got ready to leap down and scoop up the kit when a loud rustling had her nearly fall off the branch in surprise. Lucky for Shallowkit, it wasn't the fox, just his foolish littermate that had joined him on this silly adventure.

Ivyfall was going to give the kits a tongue lashing when she got them back to camp.

Rebalancing herself, she got ready to jump down and tear her grandkits a new one, when she heard the crunch of snow nearby. It was too heavy to be a cat, with how light they were, they generally managed to stay on the topmost layers. This was the step of a fox, and it was nearing the kits.

"Get down!" Ivyfall yowled as she sprang from the tree branch without a second of hesitation. The fall had her landing awkwardly on an angle that threw out one of her forepaws, but the snow helped brace her. "Get under me, the both of you!"

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The fox finally showed itself. It was a vixen, thin looking and with teats that hung low, showing that she was nursery her own kits. There was a look of desperation in her eyes as she gazed upon the kits. She knew that if she could just get her jaws around one, they would be an easy meal that would help her through Leafbare. She just had to chase away the older cat. She didn't smell like their mother, so the vixen figured she had a decent chance of scaring her away.

ooc;; if grey shows, she can quick post and pretend she was hiding somewhere and dash under ivyfall

Shallowkit's pelt flattened in relief as Acornkit bustled out of a nearby bush and any thoughts of the danger lurking nearby quickly vanished as his sister began to affectionately tease him. "I would of scented you sooner but all I can smell is carrion!" He complained, ears hot with embarrassment- how had he not noticed her? Before anymore defensive complaints were able to escape his mouth, a ear-splitting yowl filled the air, making Shallowkit leap up into the air and spin around to see Ivyfall leap rather ungracefully down from the low-hanging beech tree. "Ivyfall of all cats?! We'll  never become apprentices now!" He reflected despondently as he scanned the deputy's face for annoyance- only to find ferocity in her eyes like he'd never seen before. The ferocious look in her pale eyes made his body grow cold in terror; sure he'd seen Ivyfall give a scolding or two, but nothing had ever make her look this way before.

After a few seconds, Shallowkit realized that Ivyfall's gaze wasn't directed at himself and Acornkit, but at something behind them. Whipping around, Shallowkit let out a squeak of terror as he came face to face with the starving, grizzly fox and his paws felt rooted to the ground in fear. Amber eyes gleamed from the sunken holes in the fox's narrow face, and it's salivating jaws hung open as it bore down on the two kits. At Ivyfall's commanding call, Shallowkit snapped out of his trance and quickly scrambled forward and roughly shoved Acornkit forward towards the deputy, and dashed forward through the snow- not even paying attention to the way it clung to his long fur and soaked at his pelt. Forcing Acornkit forward under Ivyfall's belly, Shallowkit quickly dove under her belly as well, his tail bushing out in fear as he cowered underneath his kin.