Chirping Foxes - REMADE ON OEKAKI

[SkyGold]

username: SkyGold
cf name: Emily
cf gender: female
litter name: Elementals - Litter 4
cf id: 20
extras: WIP

Art

Emily in her dreams

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Personality: Just like the element that her fur represents, she has a playful, carefree personality. She enjoys the outdoors and loves to do any activity that involves being in the sky such as flying kites and riding hot air balloons. It is very easy to become friends with Emily although she does end up getting into trouble often. She is sweet and always wants to help others. However, when she is angered, nothing can stop her rampage of rage. Calming her can sometimes take a long time and she holds grudges.

Possible story

[Vixen Luo]

username: true knight
cf name: mikleo
cf gender: male
cf sexuality: homosexual/romantic
litter name: Elementals
cf id: 23
extras: Bid has been sent. form is still a wip

username: true knight
cf name: alisha
cf gender: female
cf sexuality: pansexual
litter name: pastels
cf id: 26
extras: "Lady Alisha? Your presence has been requested by Larton."
Soft, pink-furred ears pricked before they flattened back against the head of their owner and she pushed herself to her paws from where she had been laying, her blue eyes glimmering gently with nervousness. That had been the fourth time this week, had it not? "..yes. I am making my way now," she responded, holding her head high despite the frustration, the hopelessness that welled in her little chest. She was trying her hardest to be an advisory fox, to prove that she could lead better than Larton - a rather menacing black-furred dwarf, with eyes cold enough to make the rivers frost over - could--but her attempts were proving that she was doing nothing but failing at that. How will I ever be able to prove to my kind that I can bring them a better future than he can?
Her mother had been an outsider, away from the group that her father had been born and raised in. Her father had fallen in love with her regardless, welcomed her into his pack, and took her as his mate. Alisha had not been an only kit - she had three siblings, although none of the three were around the group anymore. Rather, their mother had hidden the three - Harvey, Serria, and a third sibling Alisha had barely even remembered - away before her father could take them along with Alisha back to his foxes, for she had feared that they would not like the way that life handled them there. Her father, wrought with despair at being abandoned by his mate as a consequence, fell into illness as a result, with only Alisha present to comfort the old leader as she grew. With her lineage directly pointing her to leadership, her father assigned her a mentor to teach her how to lead, when to fight and when to make peace, and how to act as a refined fox before he finally passed away and left his second-in-command in charge until the day the group found Alisha worthy of leadership.

That had been years ago. Alisha now stood as a young adult, well-trained and strong despite her small size, but far from seeming anything like it in the eyes of her fellow Chirping Foxes. She supposed it was her pacifistic nature that made many of her allies see her as nothing but a 'bleeding-heart' or a 'coward', but to her, it was a most chivalrous trait. Death and violence was never the answer among foxes who had grown past the feral, instinctive lifestyle that their ancestors had once carried. Would exchanged and shared words not suffice, especially when simple misunderstandings or mistakes were often the cause of battles to break out, leaving mates mourning and kits without parents? Alisha had resolve, but she knew that she was still yet naive. Others were still able to walk all over her because of her lack of assertiveness, her lack of proper drive and determination in the way that she portrayed herself. You have no ambition, Alisha. That is all they see. A vixen with nothing but a forced mindset to follow in her father's footsteps solely because of his dying wish. Is that what you are? Is that what you strive to be? Fendette, her mentor, had often asked those things of her, over and over as they sparred or discussed and learned--not to frustrate or provoke Alisha, but to make her think. Even at the present day, with her mentor long since laid to rest from a battle that had been led in by Larton's demand, Alisha let her lessons and teachings live on to make her push onward. To make her reflect, not regret, and decide just what within herself needed to change before she could bring it for the rest of the foxes around her. The pink-furred heir flattened her ears, her head bowed as unfocused blue eyes stared down at her paws. No. She was not without drive, without a willing mind; she wanted to lead, yearned for it, to step ahead of Larton and his cruel leadership and direct her foxes into a peaceful era, free from pain and loss. Free from power-hungry struggles and territory scuffles over land they had no use for, with prey that did not fall under their diets. I will change myself in whatever way I need to bring my dream to life, Lady Fendette. I swear it upon your grave.

"You asked for my presence-?"
"I hear you were responsible for stopping the most recent battle movement." Larton's cold, gripping voice interrupted her, rough and scratchy from many close calls with death at his throat; the sheer number of bite marks and scars along his black-furred neck was disturbing, and a spot that Alisha frequently avoided looking at in general. That is what needless bloodshed brings. Even someone like him didn't deserve to wear such scars with them, but because of his blood-thirsty ways, he gained more like them by the battle. By the day, even.
"Yes. There is no need to bring more mindless fighting to such a peaceful family of foxes. They have already told us that they were only pressing through the territory-"
"They are invaders, Alisha!" His voice sneered her name, almost as though it were an insult more than anything else. "I said that they were to leave within twenty four hours. It has been thirty six, and they're still here," he snarled. "They will die as a result of their failure to heed my warnings." The pink she-fox's tail fluffed out sharply, her eyes wide with disbelief and anger intermingled.
"What? Larton, you know my father would never allow-"
"What, Alisha? What would your father have done? Turned up his yellow belly for them to tear into? Your father was weak, just as you are. Peaceful disputes don't show aggression. Power does. If you prevent another battle from happening, I'm going to follow through with my last threat." A twisted smirk contorted his muzzle, endlessly smug. "Insubordination will result in your exile, Lady Alisha. I am the leader here, not you. The rest of our group see you as nothing but a coward. The decision will be unanimous." Her heart seized in her chest, forcing her silent for a moment. Exile? She couldn't be exiled. She couldn't just leave the pack she grew up with, let them abandon her just because of her drive. Her eyes cast downward, and she remained silent, almost as though her muzzle were sewn shut. "Good. I'm glad we understand each other. Now get out, and stay out of my way," the wrongful leader spat, and she flattened her ears, backing out of the den and turning to go and trudge into her own, her vision blurry as she crawled into her nest and curled up tightly into own pastel pink fur for comfort.

A while that melded mere moments into hours passed with Alisha's small nose tucked into her fluffy tail in a long period of reflection, her soft blue eyes gazing straight ahead into the wall of the den as though it would provide her with whatever answer she would need. What was there left to do? If she acted out again, she would be exiled, and everything she'd trained for and set her mind to gaining would be lost indefinitely. If she didn't...more foxes would get hurt or die, solely because of a mother Chirping Fox and mate and their half-grown kits passing through the area. They were only taking so long because the mother was heavy with another litter; she'd taken time to rest before she and her mate moved on, but now that Larton was planning a full-scale attack--on a kit-heavy mother, at that--they had no time. Her ears pricked as distant voices, muttering about battle plans and leaving at dawn to attack caught her and made her eyes widen, glancing toward the entrance of the den. Now was not the time to be wallowing in self-pity; no, she had time, and only a precious amount of it. She quickly clambered out of her nest and shook herself off, letting the slight debris fall from her pink pelt before she scampered out of her den and offered an excuse of needing to find more nesting material as foxes cast her odd glances in confusion. She could make it. She could save their lives, even if it meant ruining hers. In her search, it hadn't taken long for nightfall to wash over the area, and by that time, Alisha had managed to track down the family of Chirping Foxes - fellow Dwarves, she noted - and she offered them her dire warning. The mother, of course, was horrified to know that her family was threatened, but it was her mate who stood and firmly asked for Alisha's help in getting them out of the situation as soon as possible, to which the vixen agreed. Her extensive knowledge of the territory, as a possible leader, was put to good use as she took a kit by the scruff into her mouth and began to lead the two adult foxes, both each carrying a kit as well with the final hurrying after them, toward the edge of the territory where freedom lay. Her paws ached, and her eyes were tired as sunlight began to filter into the trees, but when she set down the kit in her mouth and let him run to his parents, who thanked her dearly for her warning and assistance, she could feel that pain ebbing away for a moment. She'd done something right, and that had felt like nothing she'd experienced before in her life. Now that the 'threats' to their group were gone, Larton and the other foxes surely would not want to pursue and cause any more problems, right? Her rigid form relaxed, and a rather pleased expression crossed her face. Everything would be alright now, surely.

"You traitor!! What have you done!?" Alisha barely had time to react to the new voice filling her ears before a hard body slammed into hers, sending her rolling along with it while the attacker snarled furiously and pinned her, sending a sharp-clawed paw slashing across her furry pink muzzle. The younger Dwarf, too stunned by the attack to react, stared up at him with wide eyes as blood began to well from the wound, pain searing throughout it. "We could have made a name for ourselves," Larton spat in her face, his ears pinned back with fury as his claws dug into her shoulders, "we could have become feared. And you--you ruined it! You're finished--I warned you, and you went against my word despite that warning. You're out of my pack," he barked, tail bushed out as a cold chill ran down Alisha's spine in dread and she began to shift and squirm, struggling to get free. The jet black fox stepped off of her, although his leer did not die. "Get out of my territory before I kill you," he snarled, growling low in his throat to threaten her. The pink fox, ever the pacifist at heart, took a step back and lowered her head; she had been expecting it from the start, of course, but it was still as though she'd been struck down by a car. She was no longer in the pack. She could no longer lead. How was she going to reach that goal now?

"Who says you have the full decision!? She's more pack than you are!!" A voice from the attacking patrol, filled with disbelief, finally spoke up, and a murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd. A look of fury crossed Larton's face, but the voice continued. "Alisha doesn't encourage attack patrols all the time like you do. Shouldn't we be making allies with other foxes so we can rely on them when a real enemy shows up? What's wrong with you!?" Suddenly, more voices jumped in, all filled with anger.
"You're crazy if you think we'll let the heir to leadership go!"
"You've abused that position since the leader's death!! Get out!"
"Alisha is more than ready to lead our pack. You're the one who's unqualified, Larton!" A sharp bark came from the black leader to silence the crowd, a look of cold amusement painted across his muzzle.
"What makes you think you have a say in it? The only way I'll leave my position is if this yellow-bellied, bleeding-heart pacifist can defeat me in a fight. If she loses, I kill her." His eyes narrowed and turned toward Alisha, who tipped her head up and boldly matched his gaze, unflinching. Without hesitation, she replied to his challenge, her voice thick with determination to claim her victory and her pack.
"I accept."

The male Chirping Fox barreled into her powerfully, but this time, she was ready. Rather than falling beneath him when they fell, Alisha used her leverage and preparation to twist and pin him on his back sharply, her ears pinned back while she raked her claws across his two larger ears, making him spit and snarl in pain and outrage. He shoved her off and viciously began to sink his jaws into her fur, breaking the skin and causing blood to well up rapidly along her shoulder as she released a cry of pain and twisted, writhed desperately, her tail bushed out with pain but no fear. Her claws sank into the soft earth and she forced herself from his grip, feeling raw pain in her shoulder as she staggered out of range and coldly glared in his direction before springing back into the fray of teeth and claws, gaining far more injuries than she was dishing out. She knew that she was losing miserably, but she refused to back down and let him win without a struggle; no, if she were to die, it would be while she was fighting her hardest. Larton, however, appeared to be getting tired, judging by how hard he was panting and how much slower he was moving. Alisha took this opportunity to lunge for him again, this time hard enough to knock him to his stomach and pin him firmly on it, her teeth poised threateningly at his neck. He instantly went limp beneath her paws, but she was not fooled; such a cowardly play was one of the first lessons Fendette had taught her about combat, and in turn, she reaffirmed her force and sank her sharp teeth deep into his neck, ears flat with exhilaration. However, as she felt his body beginning to squirm and yet genuinely weaken beneath her paws, she faltered, loosening her grip before she released him altogether and backed off, letting him scramble to his paws and cough and shake, half-withered before her. Her expression was calm, disheveled, but firm as she stated, "..this battle is over, Larton. You've lost." She jumped slightly at the harsh cackle of a laugh that greeted her.

"Lost? I'm not dead yet," he spat, stumbling toward her in preparation to continue the fight--but even he could notice when his paws nearly gave out from underneath him, and fury once again lit his eyes in frustration. "This--" Uneasy, his eyes flitted from Alisha to the pack that was now giving him dark looks, ones that were grave and almost pitiful, like he looked pathetic in such a state. "I'm not finished here...! I-" His voice failed him, and he snarled in pure outrage, his claws churning up and flaying the earth beneath them as though it were Alisha beneath them instead--before he whipped around and bolted out of the trees, clearly aimless in his fleeing. In a way, Alisha could feel sympathy for him as she watched him go, her body relaxing as she sat. Would that have been her own reaction? Such an outraged, defiant, and yet defeated look as she left the territory for good, never to be seen again? I never wish to find out. I know that for sure, she thought, and when she glanced back at the pack, she was glad to be met with warm gazes. Now, she was the leader. She could make the decisions, encourage peace over petty rivalry, and save lives that were present and even more that were still to come. Such a responsibility made her concerned, in a way, but as she let her blue eyes roam over every fox staring expectantly and brightly at her, she felt confidence seeping in as well.

She and her father's--no, her-- pack would do just fine.

username: true knight
cf name: tokunaga
cf gender: agender
litter name: completely stuffed
cf id: 32
extras: raffle!

[. mira .]

username:Mira27
cf name:Galou
cf gender:male
litter name: Elementals
cf id: 21
extras: Wow.I'm very picky about the adobtables I choose and these are some of the best I've seen.Quite satisfied.

[Raptocidic]

username: q1q2q3q4
cf name: Shula
cf gender: Female
litter name: Elementals
cf id: 22
extras:
-The name Shula comes from Africa, meaning 'Flame Blaze'.

Art - Art -
Shula is very solitary and rarely interacts with other chirping foxes and other species. Her fur is all shades of grey and looks like the night sky with smoke from a fire. The fire markings seen on her is actually real fire burning off her fur. This doesn't effect Shula or her surroundings, instead it represents her strength. Because of her preferance for being alone she finds it difficult to be social, so as a result of this whenever she does interact with something it often ends in a fight. Due to this, Shula is a good fighter. Sometimes she becomes too excited and overheats, causing the flames around her to become bigger and as a result even more powerful.

username: q1q2q3q4
cf name: Lillia
cf gender: Female
litter name: Pastels
cf id: 26
extras:
Art - Art - Art -
Very playful and friendly, Lillia loves to spend time playing in meadows full of flowers. Her favourite game to play is hide and seek. She can blend in easily amongst plants and flowers, so she often wins the game. Aound strangers she is very shy and quiet, but once she gets to know someone she is a little more confident. Lillia keeps her amount of friends to a small number and she doesn't like to be near crowds.

username: q1q2q3q4
cf name: Plush
cf gender: Male
litter name: Completely Stuffed
cf id: 28
extras: <3

[ぽうひ]

Smol bump!

[jesdar16]

username: jesdar16
cf name: Flame
cf gender: Male
litter name: Elementals
cf id: 22
extras:
Personality
Flame is bold, and very stubborn. He almost never lets anything get in the way of his pride, and when something does, he holds a permanent grudge. Flame is headstrong and tackles lots of things himself, and proves that he's strong enough - sometimes when he's not. He enjoys danger and is thrilled by it. He is distant, but not unfriendly.
Backstory
Flame was born in the depths of a roiling volcano. The lave spewed and moaned as Flame came into existence. His mother's cave was located in an old igneous tunnel, where lava once rolled. She could hear the lava and the wall was warm to the touch. It was perfect.
Flame was adventurous as a kit. His mother often found him staring into the crater, leaning perilously close. When his mother picked him up and carried him back to her den, he complained, waving his tiny paws.
Flame grew more bold and adventurous as he got older. He insisted his mother stay behind while he went out to hunt. He soon explored the entirety of his volcano, and wanted to travel to another land.
"Mother," He said one day, while the two of them were eating. "I want to travel. To the next volcano. Beyond that, even."
Flame's mother nodded slowly. "It has come time for you to start your own life." Though there was sadness in her voice, her eyes showed no trace. "Stay safe, my son." She touched her nose gently to Flame's ear.
Flame waved goodbye to his mother, and he looked back to see only a speck in the distance. Facing forward again, he started off.
Flame encountered many things in his travels. He found the next volcano, he met a phoenix, and eventually, he met the one. Flame was busy running through the woods, enjoying life. He pulled to a stop as the bushes creaked. Peering forward, he spotted a tall figure with four limbs. Two on the ground, two attached to its shoulders. The creature picked him up and ran its hairless paw over him. Flame struggled for a moment, but then realized something. This.. feels good!
Flame was happy with the human. She treated him kindly, and he always liked to run and hunt and bring back mice for her.

username: jesdar16
cf name: Flower
cf gender: Female
litter name: Pastels
cf id: 26
extras:
Personality
Flower is soft-spoken and gentle. She is sweet, but easily intimidated and hates making others angry or upset. She loves beautiful things like flowers or shiny stones, and she loves to collect them.
Backstory
Flower was found wandering one day in a beautiful field of sunflowers. She spend time looking at the flowers, smelling delicately with her tiny nose, and loved to hang around in the field. She didn't hear the flap of bird wings, and didn't look in time as an enormous bird she could not name snatched her up with its claws. She shrieked and struggled, but the bird's talons kept her in place. It gently dropped her in its nest, where an egg sat. The bird landed on the side of the nest and waited patiently.
The egg shifted a little bit. Its shell dented and cracked, and the egg moved more as its contents fought to free itself.
The bird rested its talon on the egg's shell to the hatchling could get out more easily. The young bird rolled out of the egg in a flash, and the mother bird took the eggshell in her beak and threw it off the edge of the nest.
The young hatchling became friends with Flower. She loved to play games with it, and the mother bird protected her as if it was her own chick.
Flower was playing hide-and-seek one day when a loud call from another bird sent her skittering out if the hiding spot. Her friend was cowering in the center of the nest.
The mother bird landed heavily in the middle of the nest so she was standing over the chick and her. Flower crept close to her friend's side and pressed against her.
The mother bird's wings flapped angrily and there were screeches and loud calls of the two birds fighting.
Flower felt like it lasted forever.
Time blurred. Space merged. Flower opened her eyes wearily. The mother bird lay against the side of the nest, her breathing ragged. Flower dashed up to who she had called her protector for so long. Struggling, she lay her paw against the wounds, but the blood kept coming. The chick was frozen in fear, staring at its mother.
The mother bird's eye was fixed on Flower as the light died out.
Flower took it to herself to care for the orphan chick. She tried to help it fly, she caught worms, and she did everything she could. One day, the young chick, now a handsome, full-grown bird, picked her up in its talons and flew away from its mother's old nest.
It laid Flower down in a clearing and nuzzled her, and then flew away.
Understanding but sad, Flower trudged through the wild until she reached a human house.

WIP, doing litter 6 later

[monta,]

username: empathea ;;
cf name: Etch
cf gender: Male
litter name: Pastels
cf id: 25
extras: xxx

[SkyGold]

username: SkyGold
cf name: Serria
cf gender: female
litter name: Pastels - 5
cf id: 27
extras: WIP
Art:

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Personality:
She is overly shy and is terrified of strangers. Her worst fear is of things flying quickly towards her, a result of abusive humans. Most moving things cause her to duck under something and hide. Despite her worst fear, she loves to watch and listen to birds. She also enjoys playing in water. The ripples and reflections can hold her attention for hours. She bonds the best with other dwarf chirping foxes, other breeds intimate her.

Possible story:





username: SkyGold
cf name: Huro
cf gender: Male
litter name: Completely Stuffed - 6
cf id: 29
extras:

[moriarity]

username:
roar.
cf name:
Harvey
cf gender:
male
litter name:
pastels
cf id:
24 - 5
extras:
Harvey was the runt in the litter and was always picked on at cp school because of his 'girlish' colors and birth mark. He had an almost cresent shape on his thigh which wasn't concidered tough. Little did Harvey know, his name meant "battle worthy" and he was destined for great things.

One day, he was watching all the other Chirping Foxes socialize and play all different games while he sat on the outskirts, watching. "Hello. Why are you sitting over here alone?" He suddenly heard a voice ask. "I-i-I'm just watching..." He told the girl. She told him her name was Cassiopeia but to call her Cas. "What's your name?" He replied, introducing himself. "Well Harvey, wanna be my friend?" Cas asked curiously, tilting her head. "S-sure." Harvey said shyly.

The two friends became inseparable. They explored together, sat up late talking together, everything. Until one day, Harvey went out to find Cassiopeia, but couldn't find her. He wandered the town, but it was eerily quiet, nobody in sight. He even checked Cas and Harvey's secret hideout. No sign of anybody. He started to hear talking, and followed the noise straight to the prison. There was one human talking on the phone with the whole town locked up in cages and even a couple humans tied up. Harvey started to panic, until he saw Cas look straight at him. He took a deep breath. They were counting on him. She was counting on him. He snuck around and got to the cages, starting to unlock them. Hearing a noise behind him, Harvey spun around to see the man ending his call and walking towards the cages. Thinking fast, Harvey jumped up on his desk silently and knocking a book to the floor. He also knocked a stack of papers for the man to clean up, and to give Harvey time to free everyone. He swiftly got back to the cages and finished unlocking the first before moving to the second. He was battle worthy. He was destined for greatness. And this was it.

After his heroic act, everyone wanted Harvey to hang with them, even the cool foxes, but Harvey always declined, sticking by his best friend, Cassiopeia. She had been with him from the beginning, and she would be there until the end.

[persay]

username: Wolfy858
cf name: Fading Grace
cf gender: female
litter name: Pastels
cf id: 25
extras:

username: Wolfy858
cf name: Snake
cf gender: Male
litter name: Completely Stuffed
cf id: 28
extras: