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Date Posted: 08:57:41 06/09/05 Thu
In reply to:
Dreamer
's message, "Re: Slashes" on 12:20:41 06/08/05 Wed
Rocket turned his misty eyes around. He was back, after so long! And although many years had passed since his last day in the park, everything looked pretty much the same. Well, almost everything. The grizzled old male wanted to know how many things had changed during his absence. He was fairy sure the red foxes hadn’t all been killed - there were still legends about them coming out of the park every now and then. And hoping that ScarFace would have died was just impossible because, after all, Scarface was many times his younger. Unless, of course, he had been killed. That would have shown him well what Rocket had always tried to explain. However the thought of his former leader being dead saddened the old fox a bit, even though he had always been much more a chief figure to the youngsters of his tribe than ScarFace would be at his age. That was just one of the reason why he had been banished. Yet despise the many insults he had received from the blue foxes, Rocket was still ready to forgive his kind if they ever paid attention to his words again.
He was motioning toward his old territory - wondering if it would be ScarFace himself to chase him away once again, or if he’d meet with his far more reasonable wife - when he heard growls coming from somewhere close by. The old fox frowned and his ears straightened like a beautiful crown. From the sound of it, three or four of the voices belonged to male foxes, while one was feebler, softer and sounded much like a female’s. And there was another odd sound - could it be a far, pleading whimper?
Curiosity killed the cat, as his daughter remarked frequently. And she was right. Rocket had seen that happening, when a wild cat had walked too close to a rattlesnake and was bitten in return. But well, Rocket wasn’t a cat, right? He was a fox. And as a fox he had all reasons to be curious. He grinned softly imagining what Tawny would have said if she had seen him now… Rocket, the peace maker, sneaking into a random quarrel between foxes he didn’t even know. Well, the name said it. He was a peace maker. So if he could help settle things among those “growlers”, why not? Carefully, he peeked forward.
The scene before his eyes made Rocket’s blood freeze. A vixen, whom coat was dark, laid on the dirt lamenting. She looked sick with disease, but most of all with fear. Before her stood a young blue toddler, growling menaciously. Furthermore, a younger and paler vixen and her blue counterpart - a male about her age - were addressing each other with insults and snarls; the male’s muzzle was covered with scratches, while the female bled from her shoulder. And a bit furthermore, two more red foxes - two males, one older, one younger - both stood, growling at the blue ones. No, wait, the older male was growling. The younger stared at the sick vixen with his eyes nearly popping out of his head. Fighting in such a circumstance was so silly that Rocket would have chuckled, if he hadn’t been too worried for the vixen’s health as well as for the two fighter’s own. If they went on this way they’d surely end up killing each other before sunlight.
He climbed on a rock overlooking the battlefield. His appearance had been so sudden, and his fur was so dark - hence his name - that probably the foxes didn’t even notice him at first. But then he too started growling, a deep thunder coming right from his chest. He curled his lips to show several inches-long fangs to the youngest of the blue males, daring him to take his father’s (or was that his brother’s) example. Then, he jumped between the blue fox and the red vixen and addressed them both with a scowl and a severe frown.
“Enough of this! Both of you” he snapped. “I don’t care who you are or why you are fighting, but there’s one injured vixen we’ve got here, a fox like you. So now you either help me get her out of here or you can just walk away and keep insulting each other elsewhere. If it was your mother laying there hurt, or the other parent of your cubs, you’d both run to help. Well, guess what? She too may have cubs out here. So move on and shut it up. You’ll have time to discuss your matters later when we are all calmed down.”
With this said, he growled a bit at both, to prove that he feared none. Of course he wasn’t going to let them keep insulting each other after they made sure the vixen was allright either, but right now she was the one who needed help most of all, and really soon. Rocket wasn’t sure how longer she could last.
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