Yelling. Screaming. Battling. Two peaceful tribes at war, fighting over nothing. The Carnivons and the Wingfox. Nobody expected it, even after the evil Queen, Novax took over the Carnivons. Now the Freewilled Foxes fought for their lives, the futures of their children. Wings beat, flames everywhere, broken horns, shredded fur. A fox flew as fast as she could, trying to get away. Then, suddenly, with a burst of flames, and a moment which seemed like forever, her wings began to burn, feathers falling everywhere. She let out a screech as she fell towards the ground. The last thing that she heard was a Cub, her Cub, yelling her name. “Mother!” The Cub, Slate, screamed. And that was it. Then darkness took over, and all was lost for the Freewill Wingfox. Slate awoke from her nightmare, breathing hard. Her sleek, splattered grey fur shone in the sunlight. Little flecks of white and pale orange began to glow, illuminating her fur. “Slate!” A little golden Fox called. Her fur was speckled with two pretty shades of brown, making her look like a walking gold storm. “Hello, Apricot.” Slate sighed, still thinking about her nightmare. Apricot bounced around Slate’s sleeping cave, knocking over a neat stack of books with her flimsy wings. “Whoops,” she shuffled her paws, “Sorry! Anyways, Acid wants us to meet her over at the river, the Carnivons are here to collect our wages.” Slate launched herself out the window, feathers falling in the wind. Slate’s wingspan was abnormally large, and she almost bowled Apricot out of the sky as she glided gracefully towards the river where Acid sat, wings folded in. Her neon blue stripes blinded Slate for a second before she landed, flapping her wings a bit before settling them at her side. “Good morning, Acid, how is your very blinding fur today, might I ask?” Slate teased, rubbing her eyes. Acid’s reply was a simple grunt as she flicked one wing over at a near Carnivon, leaning against a wall. His teeth weren’t gleaming white like most, yet a very pale blueish-mint. His fur was dark grey with different shades of purple splattered across his snout, neck, tail and paws. He snorted when he saw the others land. He held out his paw, claws unsheathed. “Hand over the wages,” He growled. “You know full well you’re extremely lucky to be a Freewill.” Slate tossed their wages to him and realised that he was a Freewill himself. She stared in disbelief at him, and then Acid. “Three Guardians, you’re a Freewill!” Apricot gasped. Nobody had ever seen a Freewill Carnivon since the Great War. He walked over to the river and took a giant leap over to Acid. “The names Archion, one of just over 500 Freewill Carnivons. Let’s just say that I’m a spy for a secret revolution against the Queen, what do you say?” He asked. Slate’s jaw dropped, while Apricot made a disappointed face. “Leaping Barracudas, why wasn’t I told about this? Acid, are you with the revolution as well?” Apricot squeaked. Slate looked at him, puzzled. She flicked her wings. “So, Acid! I believe you have something to own up about.” Just about a year after Slate and Apricot had joined the revolution, a plan to attack Queen Novax was formed. Slate was with the advanced scouts, along with another Wingfox and two Carnivons, Zephyr and Azeas. Zephyr was the Queen’s highest advisor and Azeas was the Royal cook. Their first plan, involving Azeas, was to poison the Queen’s food. Little did they know, Queen Novax wasn’t as dumb as they thought. Being a Royal, her senses were more advanced then other animals, and she easily sniffed it out. Their next plan involved Zephyr, who would sneak Slate and Swivel, the other Wingfox, into the castle. Archion would then follow, ready to assassinate the Queen. And if all failed, well, that was that.
The day of the plan came. Slate and Swivel were Pawcuffed and Muzzled, Zephyr in full Royal armour. Tucked in a small leather pouch wrapped around Archion’s neck was a collection of tiny, sharp disc’s. From what the Wingfox knew, each Carnivon that wasn’t royalty had their own special ability. With the greatest of luck, Archion’s special ability was invisibility. Slate hissed at a group of guards as they poked her with spears into the throne room. Swivel smacked the spear out of their guards claws as they entered the Queen’s throne room. Queen Novax barked a dry laugh as she saw the Wingfox and Zephyr enter the room. She shot a hard glare at Slate. “You. How did you survive!?” Queen Novax reared up on her hind legs. “I killed your Mother!!” She screeched. That’s when Slate stopped thinking about the plan. Her heart stopped. “You WHAT!?” She yelled at the Queen. Novax sat down with a big, toothy grin. She put one claw under Slate’s chin. “Yes, yes I did. Torrid was a useless Queen anyways.” She sneered. Swivel looked at Zephyr with a heartbroken expression. Out of the corner of her eye, Slate saw a flash of grey and purple fur. Archion smacked the Queen over, then impaled her with one of the little sharp discs. The throne room erupted into chaos. The rest of the Revolution had arrived, and they got to work on bringing down the council, guards and the rest of the royal family. Slate stopped for a second after throwing a Carnivon guard off her back. “The Queen is dead!” A Council member screeched. “And that was the end of the battle.” Queen Slate closed the large, leather book. “AWWWWWW! But what happened after that?!” Citrus squeaked. Zephyr laughed as he walked into the new throne room with Swivel. “You’ll have to learn about that tomorrow, Son.” Swivel said softly as he picked up Citrus. Slate smiled. She had found that all of the Carnivons had adjusted to new life, some even starting families with Wingfox. It was happy now, and... somewhat, peaceful.
