he sighed and looked into his empty home like cave. it hadn't always been empty, but after a severe wolf attack, he was the only one left. he was so young, only about three months old. he hadn't eaten in days.
'come on Foxy get a hold of yerself. ye can do this.'
the little fox thought to himself. he didn't remember his real name, so he went by Foxy. he stumbled around the woods looking for something anything to eat. he heard a sound and realized he knew that sound, food. he took off toward the sound just as fast as his little legs would let him, wincing in pain here and there. he slowed to a stop, it was a big place with lots of animals, the sound he'd been hearing was chickens. he wasn't a fan of killing creatures, but if it meant food, he'd do it. he trembled as he walked closer, feeling weak. he looked back at his infected leg, that limply dragged on the ground, but shook his head and tried to push on. he collapsed with a yelp outside of the chicken coop. his vison was spotty and he was falling unconscious, but as he fell, he could see creature's surrounding him.
*few days later*
he was slowly coming to. he whimpered lowly. he's survived and he whimpered again. he buried his face in something soft and jerked back. his eye's flew open. he trembled. he was in a big room and it was quiet. he looked up in fear when a human, as his father had told him, came closer. he knew humans were bad.
"shhhh. shhh. it's ok." the person said softly. the human ran a hand down Foxy's back gently and Foxy snaped at him. the man didn't seem to mind. the pup trembled and looked up. "it's ok little guy. I won't hurt you." the person smiled. he pulled something out and warmed it up. he offered it to the small fox, who sniffed it hesitantly. the human carefully put it in the fox's mouth. Foxy began to struggle untill he got a taste of what was in it. he suckled on the bottle, starving. the human smiled and picked him up. "my name's Mike. Mike Schmidt. don't worry. your safe here." Mike said softly. Foxy ignored him and quickly downed the milk in the bottle. he chewed on the end when it became empty and whimpered. Mike smiled. "hold on. I'll get you some more." Mike said. he quickly made a new bottle, which the baby fox proceeded to drain. Foxy yawned in his arms and Mike smiled. "hold on before you go to sleep little guy. let me check out you leg. it looks pretty nasty." Mike said. Foxy trembled when Mike tried to look over his leg. "shhhh. it's ok. I need to look or I may have to cut it off." Mike said. he quickly cleaned the wound and bandaged it. "do you have a name?" Mike ask. Foxy made a noise, sounding much like a baby coo, and Mike sighed. "can't talk yet can you? thats ok. I can wait to find out your name." Mike smiled. he layd him on a pillow and Foxy curled up. "I'll be back in a little while." Mike said. Foxy was already asleep. he walked outside and a young bear ran up to him, nuzzling his leg.
"good morning Mike!" the bear exclaimed.
"good morning Freddy." Mike smiled patting his head. "where's Bonnie?" Mike ask. Freddy pointed to a window and Mike turned his head to see the kit.
"he's been looking through the window at that thingy you found by the chicken coop." Freddy said.
"he's not a thing, he's a fox." Mike smiled. he walked over to Bonnie, who watched the Fox worriedly. "he'll be ok Bonnie." Mike said. Bonnie turned his head to glance at Mike then turned back to the sleeping fox.
"what's the kids name?" Bonnie ask. Mike shrugged.
"he's too little to talk." Mike replied. Bonnie frowned.
"poor little guy." Bonnie mumbled. Mike nodded.
"would you like to go in and see him?" Mike ask. Bonnie shook his head.
"no, he's sleeping." Bonnie replied and took off. Mike shook his head and went about feeding all the animals. a chick ran up to his leg, chirping.
"Mike!" she smiled. Mike knelt down and picked up the little chicken.
"hey there Chica. you're looking much better today." Mike smiled.
"I finally got over my cold!" Chica grined. "what was that thingy Freddy and Bonnie were talking about?" Chica ask, sitting on Mike's shoulder as he fed the other animals.
"he's a baby fox. he can't be more then a few months old. he can't talk yet so, don't ask his name." Mike said. Chica nodded.
"can I see him?" Chica ask.
"later, he's sleeping. ok?" Mike ask. Chica nodded.
"ok." Chica smiled. he put her down and she took off to play. Mike had a habit of taking in animals if they needed a home, hints the bear in his front yard. Mike finished feeding all the animals and went back inside to check on Foxy. he pet the fox's head gently and he nuzzled closer. Mike smiled untill the pup began to whimper and struggle. Mike watched him worriedly as he jerked awake crying and trembling. he curled up in a tight ball and trembled. Mike quickly picked him up and cradled him.
'I want me momma'
"shhhh. it's ok little guy." Mike said softly. he pet Foxy's back gently while the pup whimpered and trembled in his arms. Mike rocked him gently and pet his back untill he calmed down. he let out a hiccup like noise and sniffled. he got a glance of Bonnie and Chica watching worriedly outside the window. he smiled reassuringly and went back to calming the pup. the pup looked up at him with golden yellow eye's and trembled. Chica turned to Bonnie.
"Bonnie, whats wrong with him?" Chica ask. the kit shrugged.
"I don't know Chica, but I'm sure Mike can help him." Bonnie said. Chica nodded and took off to play. Bonnie watched for a little while longer before he too went to do something. Foxy sniffled and curled up, yelping slightly whenhe pulled on the bandages on his leg.
"shhh. it's ok." Mike said. he massaged his leg gently. Foxy eventually calmed down, but he looked upset. "I wish you could tell me what was wrong so I could help." Mike sighed. Foxy's ears drooped slightly and he teared up again. "no. no. no. don't do that. it's ok." Mike cooed to him. "come on. let's take you out to meet the family." Mike said. Foxy cooed confusedly and Mike cradled him. he opened the door and stepped outside, sitting on the steps. he carefully set Foxy down and instantly he tried to get up. he yelpped, catching the attention of several others. "easy there little guy, your leg's not strong enough for you to stand on it." Mike said softly. Chica ventured over.
"wow! he's tiny!" Chica giggled. "hi! I'm Chica!" Chica smiled. Foxy looked at her fearfully. she hugged him and he jumped up quickly trying to get away.
"Chica don't!" Mike said. he quickly pulled her off him and looked over his leg. "easy there little guy. it's ok." Mike said softly. Foxy managed to move closer to Mike. something touched him and he let out the best he could to a scream and turned trembling. Bonnie stepped back.
"sorry. you had a tick." Bonnie said, squishing the tick. Bonnie watched him and smiled. Foxy's heart stopped when he saw Freddy, who'd walked over to talk to Mike. he turned and smiled at Foxy, who promptly fainted.
"oh my..." Freddy said. he backed up. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare him." Freddy said. Mike nodded.
"it's alright. I don't think he's ready to meet everyone yet. I think Chica really gave him a heart attack when she hugged him." Mike said scooping up the motionless body of the pup. "please understand if I'm not out as much. his leg is pretty infected." Mike said. Freddy nodded.
"i'll spread the news." Freddy said. Mike nodded.
"thank you." Mike said. he stood and carried the Fox inside. he sat down infront of the TV. Foxy trembled and his eye's slowly opened. "hey there sleepy head. are you ok?" Mike ask. Foxy looked around nervously and trembled. "shhh it's ok. we're inside now." Mike said. he soothed the pup untill his belly rumbled and it scared him. Mike smiled slightly and sat him down in his chair, getting up to himself some lunch. Foxy managed to get where he could keep an eye on the human, Mike figured he had abandonment issues and he smiled at the pup. "it's ok. I'm just getting me something to eat." Mike smiled. Foxy didn't take his eye's off him though. Mike came back over with his food and picked the pup up, setting him in his lap when he sat. Foxy looked curiously at the stuff on his plate, before sighing sadly and laying down on his legs. Mike was confused and wished the pup could talk. Mike finished his food and tried to offer Foxy some food but he wouldn't even open his mouth. "hey buddy, you hungry?" Mike ask gently. he showed the bottle to Foxy, who turned his head away, looking depressed. the fox sniffled and his tail wrapped around himself. Mike ran a hand down his back gently. they stayd like this most of the day, untill Mike had to get up and feed the others once more. he came back in and offered more milk to the fox, but again he just turned his head away. Bonnie watched, holding a carrot in one paw, worriedly.
"come on little guy eat it." Bonnie said softly. Mike tried again.
"I know your hungry I can hear your belly." Mike said. he hated to do this, but some animals just had to be force fed. so he force fed Foxy, untill his belly stopped rumbling. Mike sighed, the last time he had to do that was with Bonnie when he was just a mer kit. Foxy managed to get up and limp over to the pillow he'd layd on earlier, but Mike grabed him. he laid him in the bed beside him and Foxy looked confused. "you had a nightmare earlier, I want you to be close in case you have another." Mike explained. Foxy curled up on one of Mike's pillows, looking out the window. "when your all better, you can take off when ever you like ok? I wont make you stay." Mike said. Mike layd his head down and fell asleep.
*next morning*
he hadn't been woken at all by Foxy the night before, which he hoped was a good sign, but it wasn't. Foxy trembled when Mike grabed the soaked pillow.
"it's ok little guy. I'll wash it and get it clean and ready for you to use again tonight." Mike smiled soothingly. in retrospect he probably should have put a litterbox or something near by, but he hadn't thought about it. he threw a quick litterbox togetherm explained to Foxy what it was for, fed them both, and headed out to feed everyone else. Foxy eye'd the box, limping over to sniff at it.