(Authors Note: Hi all. I would like to thank you all for the reads. Unfortunately, I have year end exams, so I will not be able to update until the end of November, but I hope that I make it worth the wait. Once again, the original story line belongs to jerod2447 and i have been given permission to post this. I hope to one day make this a re-write and continuation, but that would take some time. Please review, I thrive on them.)


"Goodbye may seem forever. Farewell is like the end, but in my heart is the memory and there you will always be."

Walt Disney


The night air grew cold and darkness had descended onto the farm. Vixey remained outside, staring at the path her friends had taken home. Copper's outburst affected her on multiple levels.

She had somehow been able to lock up her thoughts of her beloved mate, but now, those doors had been forced open from the flood of tears her friend released. The vixen lowered her head silently and remained motionless as the dams which had built up in her eyes had now burst.

Minutes past, which felt like eternity to the kits surrounding her. Sky began to worry. She had never seen her mother so emotionally destroyed before, and it was obviously starting to take its toll on her siblings. She raised her head and made an attempt to break through the wall which separated her mother from the rest of the world, "Mom, are you alright?" the older vixen started noticing more, but was not entirely out of her trance.

The young vixen then moved into her mother's line of sight and had one final attempt to reach her, "Mom?" Vixey shook her head, she was not entirely free, but she was free enough, "I-I'll be alright. Come on, let's go eat."

After supper was accounted for, Vixey had made an extremely difficult decision. She led her kits to Tod's old basket, which had become a sacred place and was not touched since his death. Although she was quite reluctant to spend this time where her mate had laid his head at night, the need for his love outweighed the the price of his lasting memory.

As she set her first paw in the basket, her eyes started watering at the long missed, unique scent of her mate. As the kits climbed in one by one and lay their little bodies against hers, Vixey felt a lump catch in her thought from the memory of many love filled night Tod had spent with her. Once everybody was in and settled, with Fyre sitting on one side, they fell asleep one after the other.

Throughout the night, Fyre was restless. His mind was concocting up all the scenarios his imagination could allow, all of which took place at the waterfall. Then, all of a sudden, his body shook violently and he found himself wide awake, panting heavily and in emotional pain. He was used to waking up like this, but something seemed different. He quickly climbed out of the basket and ran to an open window.

Once he managed to squeeze himself through the gap, he headed off to the place he knew he would not be found, the waterfall.

Once the waterfall was in sight, Fyre slowed his pace down. He came to a dead stop just shy of the water's edge. His emotions started taking over and soon, tears had escaped from his eyes. As the tears rolled down his face, he set his gaze at the fallen tree that lay across the waterfall. Even though the porcupine's answers were not very detailed, it still allowed him to dream up a scenario similar to his father's death, but one huge difference, in the bear's place, was his uncle Copper.

With tears of pain still streaming down his face, he found a cave at the waterfalls edge, where he fell asleep and dreamed revenge.


"Fyre! Fyre!" Bolt, Lily and Violet shouted in an attempt to find there missing brother. The sun had now come up again, but Fyre was not home. Not one soul had seen or heard him leave. They all knew he liked his alone time, but he had never left so early was at the edge of her patience and was now becoming worried."Have you found him yet?"she asked as her kits scurried around.

Before they had half a chance to answer, Copper rounded the corner with little Tod right behind.

"Vixey, what's going on? Is everything alright?" Copper asked the worried vixen once he found her.

"Does it look like everything is alright?" Vixey snapped back at her friend. She was obviously not in the best of moods, yet she regretted her sharp response. The kits were too pre-occupied to hear her unhappy tone, but the bloodhound was all too understanding to care.

Once Vixey had calmed down, she continued, "Fyre is missing. We were supposed to go into town today with Widow Tweed, but I don't want him to arrive home to an empty house." "Go, I'll wait for him. He trusts me enough to believe me when I tell him where you are," Copper sighed softly, raised his head to meet the vixen's eyes, with his mind still under the illusion that Fyre doesn't know.

Vixey looked the bloodhound straight in the eye, "Well, I wouldn't count on that. I saw him standing by the porch last night, and I'm not sure how much he heard. So be careful."

"Come Vixey, come kits, its time to go," Widow Tweed called out to the scrambling family of foxes. "I have to go now, thanks again, Copper," The exhausted kits soon found their mother, and walked with her to the car. Vixey, being the oldest, got to climb on the front seat, while her kits had to settle on the load deck.

They were soon on their way, leaving Copper to wait for Fyre.