Thank you, everyone for giving me some ocs. I'm going to upload the them really soon! Anyways, I'll stop my rambling and start getting into the story!

The fox woke up in the rocky den, blinking his dreams away. He glanced around, only to find his sibling, Cherry, still sound asleep. He rose to his paws, and began to prod his sister gently with his fore paw. Cherry grunted, her ears twitching for a second before falling back to sleep. Flames ears flattened with a whimper. His sister was usually so energetic, but today Cherry was acting like she was retired.

He slid out of the cave den, stretching his paws before looking at the tree covered area. He looked around for any of his parents, yet all he could see was thorn covered bushes and trees that stretched out as far as he could see. He went back into the cave den, sniffing the rocky walls to catch his parents scent. He found a scent of his mother, so immediately he went out to look for her.

"Haha! The Cat-brained foxes didn't even see me!" Flame giggled as he ventured on the scent trail to his mother.

The thorns stung his red pelt, Flame wincing in response as he warily went through the red speckled bushes.

The scent of his mother grew stronger and stronger each paw step.

Suddenly, the scent stopped, making Flame skid into the stop, his paws shifting around. He looked around the shadowy woods, barley spotting his mother. He crept near his mother, trying to hold in giggles as he hid in a thorn free bush.

His mother seemed to be hunting, her muzzle pointing upward as she smelt her prey. The fox could barley see where she was going, attempting to shift around to see through the narrow branches.

He managed to keep his gasp as Flame saw his mother padding toward his bush. He finally let it out and shrieked, leaping up and swatting the air with his fore paws.

"Calm down, Flame!" His mother snapped, her face plastered with a smirk of amusement. Flame let a sigh of relief as he shook branches and leafs from his pelt.

"Now tell me why you're out in the forest." His mother asked as soon as he finished picking off the last leave.

"I wanted see what you're doing, sorry Orange." He explained timidly, looking at his paws. Orange gave a halfhearted nod of understandment. "Just stay in the den next time," She warned, giving her kin a nuzzle at the ear. Flame immediately pulled himself away. "Orange, stop acting as if I'm a pup! I'm 7 moons!" His mother sighed. "There's a reason I keep you in the den." "Oh yeah? Then why?" He snorted. "I'll explain while we walk back to the den." Orange pulled herself to her paws, and began to trot down the trail to the den. Orange scrambled toward her, holding his mothers pace.

"Now tell me, tell me!" He begged, anxious to hear his mothers stories. "Alright. First is the Rounded-paws. They roll down the black trail, which I'm sure you've seen before." Orange explained with a bark, her pupils moving to the distance, as if there was a Rounded-paw in front of her. Flame nodded and pressed near his mothers flank. "I know, I know, now tell me more." "Well, then there's the cats. They have claws that they can unsheathe unlike us. They are heard to kill more foxes here than any Rounded-paw alive.." Oranges expression quickly changed as she began to talk about the cats. Flame knew about the cats. His father taught him a few cat words, but he never liked meowing. It didn't feel right.

"Anything else?" Flame asked. "Maybe later, young fox. Go play with your sister now, we're home." Orange licked him once and then changed down the trail to meet her mate.

Flame headed down obediently, flexing his claws. He was going to find a cat and kill it... And prove he was a true fox!