#foxbreeze

[pocket-dragon]

mass attack for w3irdbeetle, @rururuinisbritish , h0p_sk1p_jump, and snailzzz_!

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

too tired to write the story right now but what if after the poly kill Foxbreeze, others see them gathering bones and ask what’s up.

Gorseheart is then met by a line of cats, each giving him one bone. The cats are his mates, Smalljump, Batlight, maybe his older kits, (maybe Sparktail?) and everyone that Gorseheart listened to back when he was the Resident Therapist (tm) (he still occasionally checks in on them).

And Gorse thinks about back when the Foxbreeze incident happened. How not one of his friends bothered to listen to him about what happened, how he was constantly silenced and ignored, how he had no one but himself and Emberdawn. He had felt unloved, so strongly that it was the catalist that turned a once golden-hearted warrior into a bloodthirsty, angry monster. 

And how now his family cared enough to lure that evil cat to the Dark Forest and tear him apart. And then them and his friends loved him enough, were furious at his pain enough, to want to give him the gifts of Foxbreeze’s bones. 

They acknowledged a pain that he had held in for so long. They didn’t just listen, but did something. And then after that, they gave him gifts to heal, each bone a way of saying “you are here, and he is dust. He can never hurt you again, and I love you.”

And he just.

Breaks.

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[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Fox (short story)

He was a murderer. He was a murderer with a body count of two cats, yet he had never felt such intense, dizzying fury as he did today. His entire body burned so hard that he trembled, stomping to and fro, unable to still. 

“I’m glad you are-uh-okay with being with toms, now,” he had told his mate as they rested beneath glowing mushrooms together. “I don’t know if I ever said it, but I’m glad you’re comfortable with me now.” They had been mates for moons--no, years now. He had suspected from the beginning that his love may not be into males, and was pleasantly surprised when they became a poly with their older mates.

He had never wanted to say anything, worried it would make things weird or awkward. Now, he finally felt comfortable enough to say it in passing. He didn’t mean to say it, even then, but he saw the blue light reflecting in his mate’s amber ones and it broke from him.

His mate’s fur had stiffened. Then, “It…it wasn’t because you’re a tom. I mean–yes, realizing I had feelings for you was new, but….it was something else.”

“What?” he had asked, heart sinking.

He had been seeing red ever since.

At last, he was able to think clearly. Coming to a decision, he padded through the trees, searching for the landmarks that others have mentioned. He gathered the fish, then followed different landmarks until, at last, the twins’ scent caught his nose. They were always together, that was no surprise. Scabdrip was purring as Blightrain groomed her fur.

“Eh-em.” He pushed down the fear that pricked in his paws. There were more important things to worry about.

Scabdrip blinked open an eye. “Oh, a visitor! Did you stop by to chat, or do you have a vendetta?”

He dropped the minnows onto the ground. 

“Does he have enough?” Scabdrip asked, eyes closing again. 

His heart began to pound. The price was two minnows, one for the both of them, and he had caught an extra to be on the safe side. Would it still be enough?

Blightrain paused her grooming. “He brought three.”

“Perfect! Enough for Willow’s cough.” To him, she explained, “she’s been feeling unwell. The extra fish will do her good.” She rose to her paws and moved it aside, then picked up the second and swallowed it down. Blightrain took her time with hers, even if it was incredibly small, licking her lips when she was done.

His fur began to prick impatiently  by the time Scabdrip finally asked. “Now who will have the honour of joining us, Foxfire?”

Foxfire met her eyes, returning rage too powerful to allow him to flinch at the icy pupils. “Foxbreeze.”

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--No real need to keep his name hidden until the end, but fun anyway. 

--Scab and Blight do care about their family! Look at them, getting food for their niece

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

WAIT WHY THEFUCK WAS FOXBITCH ALLOWED INTO STARCLAN

because his attack (to put it very, very mildly) was on an enemy warrior that was trespassing (Gorse wanted to talk to the leader in order to calm the conflict going on between their Clans, but knew his own leader would be pissed, so didn't want to wait at the border in case he was caught), therefore it wasn't enough to punish him. He was still a massive asshole, but lived in service of his Clan, fighting and hunting for them and never breaking the code.

Yet another reason why Starclan can go rot in a bee-filled lake

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Fox vs Fox

differences and similarities!

I don’t know how big Foxf is size nor muscle-wise, but I imagine Foxbreeze is bigger just because he’s a big brute.

Fox definitely got Ember and Birch to come and pummel the shit out of Foxbreeze until he died, partly as back-up (don’t want to risk dying a second time), partly because it’s something they should all do. Then they retrieved what remained of his body (a rib bone, a claw, and a tooth) to give to Gorseheart as gifts and a sort of ‘emotional healing’ thing.

The reason Gorse himself wasn’t told about it until after was because Foxf didn’t want him to feel afraid that Foxb would be in the Dark Forest, and also Gorse really regretted his killing era and the trio didn’t want to set him back, even against someone who has more than earned it.

Oh and yes, Foxb had been accepted into Starclan

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[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Bitch

Made his name pissy

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