Fox RP---New, Always accepting

[Phoenix's Sunflowers]

(is fine)
Cloudy looked at her dead daughter. Snarling, she lept at the men a final time. They stumbled, using the time she set Layla free.

[silky.moth.is.gone]

New charecter!

Name: Swift
Age: same as cloudy
Gender: male
Crush: open
mate: open
Personality: friendly, adventurous, daring
Speciality: fighting, tracking, hunting
Pelt: red with white paws and purple sparkly eyes

[Phoenix's Sunflowers]

accepted

[silky.moth.is.gone]

(Swift)

Swift heard all the commotion and bounded over and barked and howled at the men as they ran of into the trees "hey what's happening" then he looked down and saw the dead fox "oh"

[Phoenix's Sunflowers]

"Fight them! They killed my foster daughter!" Cloudy growled.

[Gryffzen]

Layla
The men came back, their guns loaded. Layla had remained settled in the crate, still unconscious. The men began shooting wildly at the foxes, trying to drive them away. Once they had reached the car, they set the hounds loose, and locked the crate to Layla.

[Phoenix's Sunflowers]

(didn't Cloudy set Layla free? It's ok if you didn't want her to)

[silky.moth.is.gone]

"Ok ok calm down vixen" he said alarmed and ran after then snapping at there legs and saw the hounds alarmed he ran back and jumped onto the truck and unlocked Layla's crate and dragged her out but before he could bring her down the truck moved and started to go so he steadied himself and went into the crate with Layla and shouted "il get us both of soon don't worry!...somehow"

[Gryffzen]

[Layla was still unconscious, they just threw her into the crate and locked it to be safe.]

[Gryffzen]

Layla
The men drove off, constantly rolling over large bumps, causing her limp body to bang against the top. Her wound had reopened, and blood began to rush out of her wound slowly. Suddenly, the truck stopped, slamming it once more against the front. The men stepped out, and carried the crate to an old log cabin. They slammed the door, and harshly set the crate onto a table. Leaving it there, they settled upon the worn couch and began to drink beer while searching through the newspaper. The hounds whimpered at Layla and Swift, as the blood drove them wild.