Cryvan

I whimper, and shift a paw. Holy fox spirits, I'm cold. And hungry. And I don't know my kits are, but I have an idea. I think they must have left to meet the rest of our family beyond the veil. Ohh, I'm so cold. I shiver and burrow further into the dead grass. It's not much protection, most of me is still exposed, but it will do for now. A car rushes by, and slush splashes over me, soaking into my now tattered tail. It used to be beautiful.

I slip back in time.

"Mam, tell us a tale!" Rowl yawned, snuggling into my belly fur. Tel and Trip were still up and tumbling, falling over my tail and chasing each other. (It's still beautiful at this point.) I chuckled, and leaned forward, grabbing Trip by the scruff, then settled him down beside Rowl. Tel padded over on her own, curling up between my paws. I sighed, so content, before beginning my story.

"A long time ago, there were only two foxes, Crevan and Della. They were brothers, created by the great mother of magic, and did everything together. But even then, they were very lonely. So they asked Lustie, the great mother of magic, for another. Lustie granted them their wish, creating a vixen named Shaalbonite. Shaalbonite was the first vixen the brothers had seen, and they both fell in love at first sight." At this, Trip huffed. "Mam, why are all the stories you tell about love? Can't there be one that's just about fighting and adventures?" The little tod asked, rolling over and exposing his stomach. I shook my head. "No, little kit. How could there be a story without love, when love is what makes a story in the first place? Now, I have to finish the story, so hush, little kit."

"They both fell in love with her at first sight. But, there are two kinds of love, the kind that is meant to be, and the kind that is not. And a romance between Shaalbonite and Della was not meant to be. And when Shaalbonite and Crevan were mated, and the first ever kits were born, Della's heart broke into thousands of pieces, and scattered across the sky. And that is what the stars are." I finished, but by now only Tel was still awake, and even her head was nodding between my paws. "Mam, is that tale true?" She murmured, putting her head down and curling her already lush tail around her back. I nodded.

"Absolutely, little kit. Why do you ask?" I asked, and began to lick the top of her little red head. "It's sad, isn't it? Della was so sad, his heart broke up! Why did that have to happen to him?" I paused. I couldn't really say, but Tel was probably my favorite. She was an inquisitive little beast, and she looked just like I did when I was a kit. "Because, then, even though Shaalbonite didn't love him, he could at least leave her something of him to love. You see, for years until she died of old age, Shaalbonite would sit out under the stars and admire them. Della left what was left of him, just so that the one he loved could feel a little peace." I explained, before carrying on with Tel's bath. She lifted her head and looked up at me, a flash of anger in her eyes.

"Peace? How can it be peaceful looking at broken pieces of fox who died because he loved you so much?" She whined, and I smiled a bit. " The stars are peaceful, I promise you. I'll take you out to see them sometime." I cooed, and finished her bath with an extra gentle lick behind her ears. "There, now you're all cleaned up, little kit. Time to sleep." I snuffled, and pushed her head back down again gently. "Bahh, fine, Mam, but sing me that weird song, 'kay? The one about morning?" She yawned, her sharp little canines gleaming in the dull light of the den, and I sighed. "Fine."

"Second to the first, third to the worst, then on and on till morning. Ever for you, but never forever, then on and on till morning. Fourth to the fifth, fifth to the sixth, then on and on till morning. Happiness is here for me, on and on, even up until morning." I chant, shivering as I remember. I wonder what happened to us? A shadow passes me, and I habitually close my eyes, praying I won't be noticed, but that prayer fall on deaf ears, and the shadow pauses.

"Oh fishscales, what's this?" I don't bother to listen anymore, I just curl up and slip into sleep.


Hey, that's finished. The part's that are in Italic are Cryvan's memories. And if anybody is wondering, her name is based off Crevan, an Irish boy name meaning fox, but I changed it to Cryvan in order to make it sound more feminine. Shaalbonite is means fox, too. I really like strange names, if you keep reading you'll probably notice it. I always get these little red lines saying I'm spelling them wrong, but I'm not. I can't write my real name without them showing up, either.

The morning song is a thing that I created, feel free to hate it. Also, I won't update tomorrow, not that anybody reads this. Anyhow, that's it, feel free to flame me in the reviews, I'll just be glad to get a review. Byeeeee!