#m:copper

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@thefcxandthehcund:

“Copper! Hey, back here!”

The kit’s familiar voice whispered to the hound pup from behind his barrel, and when Tod revealed himself, he was grinning.

“C’mon, Copper, let’s go race to the pond! I betcha you can win this time!”

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The hound pup stopped his sniffing, head raised, and ears flopping about as he frantically turned his head this way and that to try and spot the source of his friend's voice. He knew he'd smelled Tod!

And just as soon, he was looking around to find clearance. To make sure Chief and ol' Amos Slade wouldn't be there to scold him and put Tod into a heap of trouble.

When no threat was in sight, and eyes landed on his vulpine friend's pointed muzzle, Copper's tail wiggled and waggled, as did his whole back end,

"Yeah! I bet you I can!" Copper boasted with the encouragement, giving a small bounce on his paws. "I feel like I'm fasterer than anybody today! You say go this time, okay?"

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ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴜsᴇ ᴍᴜsɪᴄ ᴍᴀsʜᴜᴘ.

Scourge: Entropy

Sabor: Get Out Alive

Duchess: I'd Like to Walk Around in Your Mind

Copper: Hold on Forever

Tagged by: No one, I did this spontaneously lmao Tagging: YOU!!! YOU YOU YOU YOU!!

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Copper, do you think you would have killed Tod yourself after Chief’s accident? Would you have sought him out personally and killed him without your master there to shoot him?

Copper opens his mouth to quickly oppose the idea, but the words dry up in his mouth. Suddenly, it's as though there's sand filling his throat. Against his will, he's forced to recall his anger.

He can vividly recall the boiling rage in his stomach that night. He had never felt such a profound, strong emotion in his entire life, but that night, it was nothing but emotions. Fear. Sorrow. Betrayal. Hatred.

He knows he would have killed Tod if he'd gotten the chance. That night, he would have. He's had nightmares of it many a time since then — jaws snatching the vulpine down to his level and fangs ripping through his fur like paper. Gutting him like a fish. Shaking him like nothing more than a chewtoy.

It horrifies him. The hound shakes himself frantically to banish the thought from his mind.

"Leave me alone! I don't have to answer that!"

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@thefcxandthehcund:

"I'll help you, just-… don’t leave!"

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Copper halted in his tracks, muscles stiff and the nape of his neck bristling. After Chief's injury, the offer seemed empty. Tod's pleas were irritating. Angering. Still... He couldn't help but remember all of the good times they had shared. Every instinct told him to turn away, to ignore the fox, but... He could not bring himself to do so.

"You're willing to sneak into town with me?" He questioned firmly, turning back toward Tod with bitter skepticism.

Chief was ill with that leg... and lately, Amos wasn't far behind in the weather's germs and lack of sleep. Copper had watched as the man fussed over an empty bottle of medicine — Something the man had used frequently. Copper didn't know much, but he did know that it was important, and that they needed more.

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