This is the first fan fiction I have ever written. I do hope you enjoy it :)
I have never struggled so hard in my life just to get mud off of my boots. I had spent nearly an hour in the downpour getting fresh mud caked onto myself walking from the city after missing the bus. If it was sunny out I wouldn't have minded but Mother Nature thought it would be a good idea to water the town of Firaland today. I don't blame her entirely, considering the town has been dry for almost a week. But of course, the day the rain comes is the day I miss the bus. Luckily I wore my boots today. Huh, "lucky" is a word I've rarely ever used.
A loud knock at the door broke my concentration on the muddy boots before me. I set them down and continued to the door in question as I wasn't expecting anyone today. I opened the door to see a troubled wolf standing before me. Daisy shirt, blue jeans, smooth fur, and pearly whites you'd think twice about before crossing. In her hand was a shopping bag full of clothes and in her eyes an endless pool of sorrow. Before I could even say a word she spoke.
"R-Renee can I s-spend t-the night?" She rushed, failing at not trying to stumble. Her body began to tremble as if she had seen a Wisp. Her once pointed ears grew flaccid as the rain pelted down and her depression surrounded her very being.
"Why of course you may, Whitney. What troubles you?" I asked her. She stared at me as if she hadn't seen me in forever then proceeded to look behind herself as if she were being followed. She didn't answer: she just stared. "Alright well come on in before the storm gets worse."
I shut the door as a flash of lightning lit up the iridescent room. Whitney stumbled about and set her items next to the couch before falling to the cushions in tears. I slowly crept to her aid, unsure of what was to happen next.
"Oh Renee I just can't t-take it anymore!" Whitney shouted as she threw herself deep into a pillow. I sat down by her side and placed my hand on her shoulder. She began to shake and her breathing became troubled, constantly inhaling.
"Whitney what's wrong?" I asked in the sweetest voice. She inhaled a large gasp of air and turned to me with her face as red as one of Joann's famous red turnips. But unlike a turnip, her face wasn't filled with joy.
"Renee…I'm running away…" She told me. Her face, red as a red turnip, and my face, pale as a white one. Many questions filled my mind and being the subject that it was I asked them all right away.
"What? Why? Where? When? What about me? Kiki? Opal? Where are you going to stay?" I raced to get them all answered when she stopped me.
"I just can't take this life anymore. This town is just the same thing over and over day in and day out and with my parents gone and Chief far away I just can't take this place anymore!" She explained as she sat up and fell into my arms.
"What about me?" I asked, feeling left out.
"That's what makes this decision so hard to make! I lost my only parents, the love of my life, and now I'm going to be saying goodbye to my greatest friend: you! I don't want to but running away is the only thing that will fix me right now, as hard as it is." She explained.
"You know everyone is going to miss you."
"I know…and that's why I want to run away. A formal move would just get everyone's immediate attention and saying goodbye is just too hard to do!" Whitney burst back into tears and buried herself in my arms. I held her tight, trying to keep myself from crying.
"Would…would you like some tea?" I offered, trying to change the subject to calm her. From the side I could see her smile a bit as she confirmed. "Alright I will be right back." I slowly got up, releasing her. As I walked to the kitchen she stared into space, pondering over her decision.
For the rest of the night we stayed up, recalling our past and drinking tea. We told stories about our neighbors and the many exciting adventures we all went on. We giggled from the many tales from the kitchen we shared; from our first pie we made that almost burned my house down to the wonderful dinner we cooked last week. As we told our stories and talked the lightning outside grew stronger and the storm fiercer but the glow of a strong friendship seemed to make the storm less noticeable. The dark room later made us dreary so we both decided to set up our sleeping bags and go to bed. I laid there in my bag parallel to hers and looked into her eyes wishing her a goodnight. She replied the same and smiled to me. I watched as she closed her eyes and drifted off into a slumber. When I woke up, her sleeping bag was cold and her luggage was missing. I sat up to look around only to notice that the rain had stopped, the sun was shining, and a note addressed to me was left in her place.
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