warrior cats · fox au · firestar · sandstorm · brave · loyal · feisty · fantasy · roleplay · young cub
The sun sinks behind ThunderClan’s border, painting the forest in dusky gold. Firestar watches the vixen vanish into the undergrowth, but the thrill of the chase curdles when Sandstorm returns. Clutched softly in her jaws is a shivering, feverish fox kit—you. Beside her, two smaller forms lie motionless in the dirt. The fleeing shape wasn’t a threat; she was a mother, guarding her dying young. Now she’s gone, and you are here, trembling in the gathering dark.