Ok, sequel time! I will have to say though that this story will not be uploaded as quickly as my last story, writing of course takes time and real life stuff has to come first, so I will upload when I can.

So here we go...

The prologue here however is exactly the same as Epilogue 2 from my last story, so you can skip it... if you want. Otherwise, read on, and enjoy! :)

'The Animals of Farthing Wood' (C) Colin Dann & BBC

'The War of Three Colours'

Prologue

'The Enemy of my Enemy'

A long way away from White Deer Park, a grey fox lay... dead. It was Caesar. An honourable self sacrifice for the safety of his kin from a pack of vicious wolves... some of which he had taken with him to the grave.

Little known to the lifeless old grey fox and his kin, this attack was all masterminded by his son, Tyran, who had finally instigated his plan to usurp him. Now Tyran had taken his rightful place as leader of the grey foxes... and he ruled unopposed, and those that did defy him... met a swift and brutal end at the claws and teeth of his new 'bodyguard'.

Tyran's intention now was to mobilise his troop to his cause... and they would soon march on White Deer Park on his quest for vengeance. However on their travels the grey fox troop had encountered a certain clan of blue foxes... and it was then that Tyran learned of the old feud between the red and blue foxes of White Deer Park. As he led the troop back to the Nature Reserve, he intentionally ran into the blue foxes again... this time with a purpose...

It was a dark and dull night over some wild woodland. The sky was dominated with sinister grey clouds, with only a few small sections through which a bright full moon shone streaks of silver light. There was also one solitary single lane road cutting through the wood which provided several specks of artificial orange through the dense greenery of the trees and shrubs.

Strolling as if he owned the place, Tyran walked alone, towards a rocky depression in the ground where he knew the blue foxes resided. His presence hadn't gone unnoticed, he had been stalked for a while... but he knew this already and continued unwavering. Tyran had no intention for hostility against the blue foxes and he was sure he would be successful in his current mission... after all; Tyran could be very... persuasive.

The trees fell short closer to the mini quarry and only small shrubs and thin grass grew across the bare stone amongst the protruding and cantilevering rocks and boulders. When Tyran reached it, his stalker revealed himself as did several of the blue foxes. They moved like shadows... their dark blue fur a hue of the surrounding night-time. Tyran was impressed, and he stopped. He stood with fortitude, and a straight face that showed no emotion.

"You are trespassing on our territory," one blue fox called to him and then jumped from a high ledge and strolled over, "I suggest you leave... before you get hurt,"

It was Blaze... the last son of Scarface (with the exception of Ranger). Even in the darkness the opposing fox's navy blue fur was prominent enough. He bared an uncanny resemblance to his father, minus the scar and maimed right eye.

Tyran briefly examined him... clearly this one was the leader, and he wasted no time to incite his current opposition; "I have a grudge against one of the red foxes of the Nature Reserve called White Deer park... I understand you too have a feud with the same foxes?"

"Had... a feud... one that ended long ago with the death of my father," Blaze retorted. He remembered the feud quite well, despite how long ago it was.

"And don't you think your father should be avenged?" Tyran coaxed coldly.

Blaze scowled at him silently. He did long think about that... but he was determined not to make the same mistakes as his sire.

"Just say what it is you want... and get out of my sight," Blaze snapped.

"Really now?" Tyran raised his head in insult, "Is that how you treat a guest?"

"An uninvited one yes... now speak," Blaze replied coldly.

Tyran paused for a moment before speaking clearly, "Have you ever heard an old human proverb: The enemy of my enemy is my friend?"

"No."

"Well... we have the same enemy," Tyran stated unemotionally, and then revealed his scheme, "I'd like to propose an alliance,"

"An alliance?"

"Yes... to finish off those deplorable red foxes of White Deer Park once and for all," Tyran said with malice in his voice.

"I have no intention to reigniting a quarrel that ended years ago," Blaze replied emotionlessly.

"Then don't think of it like that... think of it as taking back what is rightfully yours... your old territory... that was taken from you," Tyran coaxed strongly, finishing with a cunning smile.

Those words resonated in Blaze's mind. They hadn't been forced out, but even so... he couldn't deny that Tyran was right, White Deer Park was their land. However Blaze was reluctant to decide on marching on the park to take it over from the Farthing Foxes... he knew his brother and cousin was among them. Many of the other blue foxes considered Ranger and Russet as traitors who had abandoned the clan for their own personal gains.

He remembered how his mother, Lady Blue, had died during the winter... old and heartbroken she didn't want to go on. She had wished to see Ranger once more, but that was not to come true; she didn't hate him for his life decisions, she was proud. But before passing, she had still cursed the Farthing Fox for all the misfortunes that had befallen her.

This was what persuaded Blaze more than Tyran's words, he knew this grey fox stood before him was only trying to persuade him to join his conquest, yet... now he had the opportunity and the motive... even if it meant fighting, and if necessary, killing his own brother. He looked back around at some other of the blue foxes who were in attendance; the majority of them were giving him a look of approval; only the younger generation looked on innocently.

Tyran could tell his words had cut deeply... igniting a hidden rage within the blue fox stood before him. With the might of the grey and blue foxes together... there would be nothing that stood in his way...

"So... what do you say?" Tyran asked again, "Do we have an accord?"

Blaze had made up his mind, and turned back to look at the grey fox. He spoke resolutely, with a cunning smile;

"Very well... I'm listening..."