The Basement of Secrets

First story :P Hope you enjoy though, and I tried not to make it too cliche.

The Basement of Secrets. You know where that is? Not many animals do. Well, when I was a young kit, it was where my sisters and I lived. Before it was known at all. It looked almost exactly the same, but much, much, much dustier. Now to get things straight, I am an arctic fox, pure white face, tail, and ruff, and a solid black body and paws, with black lightning bolt patterns down my face and around my ruff. Darby, my older sister by 7 minutes, and Neo, my younger one by 4 minutes, are normal foxes. Neo is dark gray, with a light gray belly. She has black lightning bolts like me. Darby is a dark blue, with a dark gray belly. She doesn't have a pattern.

Our mother, an arctic fox, cared for us, fed us, and did everything a proper mother would do, We didn't see our father, a normal fox, much though, he was busy fending off other foxes from the territory. This was before the Basement, when we lived in the cold forest, underneath the roots of a tree. One day though, we heard snarling. More than usual, but we didn't think anything of it. Our father was a strong, burly fox. We saw our mother peek out of the den though, and she told us to run, she would catch up once she gathered up our food stores. My sisters and I were little at the time, only about a couple months old. We were smart however, and ran. Darby took a look back, and when she turned back around, we saw tears in her eyes. We didn't need to ask. A wolf had gotten to our father, that we although didn't see much, loved us with all his heart.

Our mother eventually caught up, about 3 or 4 hours later. We had stopped to rest under a fairly large rock. Her fear-scent was strong, but it was much less once she saw we were all okay. We stayed there for a few days, and almost decided making it our home, until we caught scent of male foxes. So we walked on, and on, and on, until we came upon a strange land, who's name is Jamaa. Animals lived in harmony there. At that time, it was too strange for our little minds. We did make it our home though, and our mother took us to the huge mountain there. It was so blissfully cold! We rolled in the snow, and my brownish fur turned white again. It was wonderful.

Our joy didn't last for long though. A wolf showed up, but she wasn't scrawny, and she was much, much fluffier. She also held herself with confidence. Even though she didn't look vicious, we ran and hid ourselves in a pile of snow.

"Will she kill mother too?" Neo asked. "If she even tries, I'll rip out her intestines and wear them as a scarf!" Darby's and my ears flattened at our little sister's threat. Neo was strong little kit, and often beat us in a fight (Note that Darby and I often tag-teamed her), but we NEVER heard such a crude comment from her.

"I don't think so," Darby replied, her voice a little shaky. "She doesn't have that rabid look in her eyes, and her claws aren't bloodstained. She doesn't seem to have any battle-wounds either," She observed. Clever Darby and tough Neo, I thought. But what am I? I would soon find out.

Mother died from age a few years later, and we buried her beneath the snow, beside the permafrost in Mount Shiveer, her favorite spot in Jamaa. We knew we couldn't live in Mount Shiveer anymore, as HORDES of animals would come and stomp on the beautiful ice, causing it to break. All of them were screaming to hop, hop to get rare things. At the end of the day, they all left, and the breathtaking frozen lake had been crushed and broken. So, we all moved to the Basement of Secrets.

We all agreed it was amazing there. Darby and I read the dusty, but fascinating, history books, books about warriors, the alphas, the founding of Jamaa, and info on any animal living there. Neo spent her time, however, sharpening the gigantic sword leaning on the table we read at. She would also take her smaller sword, and swing it at the stone statue of Greely, the wolf alpha.

"Will you STOP that?!" I yelled. "We are trying to read about the creation of the phantoms!"

"Well I'M about to kill the phantom king, and save all of Jamaa from him!" She snapped back.

"You might want to look again, as you are murdering Greely, and probably weakening all of Jamaa," Darby replied.

"I never get to have ANY fun..." Neo muttered as she dropped the sword with a clang and walked into the corner to sleep.

Well, that's it for today, I'll try to update this tomorrow if I remember, and don't forget, jam on!