Arrow & Dust

==A Guide to the Foxes of [insert creative name here] (no i did not plan this out well)==
===RedFurs===
Appearance: RedFurs have orange fur with some red tints and pale underfur. Their legs can range from black to white to dark red, and most have hazel or gold eyes. Dark red, white, or black markings are scattered around their bodies
Society: RedFurs have a loose society, they are the most solitary of the three clans, and have little to no contact with each other aside from romantic relationships and mating. their leadership system is extremely loose, and most foxes ignore authority and strike out on their own.
===DesertFurs===
Appearance: DesertFurs have light brown or pale yellow fur, the fur on their feet is usually either white, bright yellow, or black, and their underfur is a slightly paler colour than their main fur, barely distinguishable from the rest of their bodies. they have large dark brown or black eyes, enormous ears, and scattered bright reddish orange markings on their faces.
Society: DesertFurs have a very familial society, they do follow loose laws, but mostly, DesertFurs will form small-to-medium communities with their own rules, policies, and customs.
===SilverFurs===
Appearance: SilverFurs have large, bushy blueish white or silver coats, their underfur is always white, and their eyes are amber, red, or in some cases, bright blue. The fur on the tips of their tails and toes is black.
Society: Similar to RedFurs, SilverFurs are mostly solitary, but can travel in small groups of three or four and are not completely isolated. Their society is extremely lacking in any authority or government.
==Blurb/Intro thing==
Dust’s POV
My entire life, I thought RedFurs were monsters.
“What about the RedFurs?” I’d say whenever my parents told stories of the history and origins of the two species, SilverFurs and DesertFurs, every time, my parents would glance nervously at each other, “Another time, sweetheart.” They’d say, “All you need to know is that those redfurs are savages, loners, and not to be trusted.”
And I think that. . . for the longest time, I really believed them.
That all changed when a RedFur saved my life.
==Prologue==
It had been morning when the parents of Dust, a strange young DesertFur cub, had let her go outside. It had seemed a rather insignificant event, at the time.
“Be back by Sunset, Dust,” Her mother had said as she left, lightly grooming Dust’s fur with her snout, “And stay away from any RedFurs!” She had added, mostly seeming to be joking.
Her father nodded, “Stay close to the den,” He’d said in his cheerful, laid-back, yet caring way.
Dust had smiled, “See ya at sunset,” and then she trotted out of her little burrow, her unusually short ears flicking cheerfully, golden paws balanced on the tips of her toes.
But that had all been hours ago, and by now, it was getting dark, and Dust was getting nervous, it was almost sunset, and she seemed to be approaching unfamiliar land.
“Ugh. . .” Dust groaned, she’d never been here before, and she had a bad feeling about this place.
She decided that going out to hunt for a bit would ease her nerves, though her parents would be mad about her coming home late. . .
Dusk discarded that thought, she’d be fine.
She began to wander around, looking for prey as she bent her snout to the ground, sniffing.
And then, she suddenly looked up, her spine rattling and her fur on end. She was being watched.
She turned around warily.
Around twenty gleaming silver silhouettes stood in front of her, pointed ears, bushy, elegant grey fur, sharp golden eyes and narrowed, serpentine pupils.
Dust stumbled back, startled.
“I’m sorry!” She cried, “I- I didn’t know this was your territory! I- I’ll never come here again! P-please! Don’t hurt me!”
The Wolf pack regarded her coldly, most snarling mercilessly.
She was crying now, all her life, she thought she knew what pressure felt like, but now, it seemed like walls were caving in around her, like the only option was to run yet she was paralyzed, stuck in time, waiting to die even when she knew she might escape.
She let out a moan, and a male stepped forward: A large, bulky wolf, with an intimidating, commanding aura.
“Kill the fox, then we’ll go get the real prize.” He said. immediately, the wolves around him began to spread out around Dust.
Cornering me so I can’t get away, Dust realized with an awful shudder, I’m going to die. I’m going to die and my family will never know what happened.
Dust began to cry harder, curling up in a tiny ball, she’d given up by now, there was no way out of this, “Just end me quickly.” She muttered mostly to herself between sobs as the wolf pack advanced quicker, seeming to pick up on her resignation.
Suddenly, as tears clouded her eyes and she had started to bury her snout in her paws, she caught a glimpse of a blur of orange and white.
It all happened too fast for Dust to fully comprehend, as she bolted to her feet, sensing action, she caught a vulpine figure dart through the circle of wolves, followed by several growls and barks of aggression and agony.
And it was bloody, red liquid streaming down everything, violence, movement, battle, it was all too quick, too chaotic.
A growl sounded right behind Dust, and she whirled around, one gleaming grey wolf, within the chaos of the fight, had gotten to her, and his claw was already aimed directly for Dust’s heart, there was no escaping this.
A large, furred shape suddenly crashed down in front of Dust, she yelped in shock, then turned to see what had happened.
The wolf was staggering back in confusion, and right in front of dust, a blood-matted lump of orangeish fur was lying, near unconscious, breathing quick, ragged breaths.
A RedFur had taken a claw to the chest for her.
Dust seemed to be left frozen in shock, and the red fox in front of her groggily peeled his left eye open, “Go. . . Run. . .” He choked weakly, neck convulsing in pain as he spoke.
And then his eyes started to fade closed, he rested his head, grimacing.
“I- I can’t leave you!” Dust cried in a panic, The wolves this fox had injured were beginning to come to their senses, lifting their heads up and growling menacingly, she didn’t have much time.
Frightened, she scooped up the RedFur over her shoulders, he was bigger than her, heavy, and slowed her down significantly, but she was too panicked to think straight, and this fox had saved her life.
She sprinted out of the clearing as fast as she could, (though it was more like jogging with the fox on her shoulders slowing her down) accidentally tramping right over one of the injured wolves as she went, and ran. She ran for her life, for the RedFur’s life, for her own fear.
And as she ran, she had no idea that she would never see her family again.
==Chapter 1==
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