Hey, I read over part 1 and noticed that it was highly confuzzling. 0.0 So, I'm redoing part 1 and adding part 2 soon! I hope you like it.

Glossary:
~"The Rocks"~ A hill composed of rocks that lead up to the side of the valley.
~"Shining Cave"~ A cave that shines with embedded gems near the top the the Rocks. Used for special occasions.
~"The Forest"~ A forest on the other side of the valley, that leads up to the mainground.
~Herem~ A family of foxes that live together and are ruled by the Alpha male and female.

Setting:
A savannah that lies inside a valley. Each side has a hill leading up to the maingrounds, used for hunting.

Characters:
Sunclaw- Alpha male, father of Featherpool and Willowfur
Fleetfoot- Alpha female, mother of Featherpool and Willowfur
Willowfur- Mother of Snowtail, Mosspelt, and Stoneheart
Riversplash- Mate of Willowfur, father to her kits
Featherpool- Daughter of Sunclaw and Fleetfoot (main character)
Snowtail- Kit of Willowfur
Mosspelt- Kit of Willowfur
Stoneheart- Kit of Willowfur

Prolouge (Part 1):
Squinting through the ash that impaired her vision, Featherpool scrambled up the Rocks. She continued climbing until the glint of Shining Cave shone bright ahead of her. "Youre almost there!!" Featherpool promised the rest of her herem, who were panting with effort behind her. "Hold on, my precious," she silently pleaded to Mosspelt, her sister's kit, who barely hung onto her back by a claw. Featherpool made an enormous leap into the cave, and as she landed, impact stung her paws.
Sunclaw and the rest of her family crashed into the cave, pelts bristled and claws unsheathed. Willowfur hissed, "Are all the kits okay?", and sighed in relief as three little foxes ran towards her. "My darlings!" She exclaimed, sobbing. Fleetfoot nuzzled Sunclaw and purred, "I cant believe we all made it out of the fire okay!" Riversplash added, "But I am sure glad we did", flicking his tail around his mate. "I'm going to see how far it has stretched," Featherpool stated, padding towards the edge of the cave with curiosity.
Featherpool craned her neck over the edge of cave, mesmorized by the flames below which seemed to end right at the end of the Rocks. "I hope fire doesn't climb." She thought, warily. As she looked up, a raven flew directly towards her. "Maybe it does, fox." He whispered in her ear as he soared up towards the mainlands. Maybe it does, Featherpool...... and when it does, it will burn everything you know......
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