Brook Where Silver Fish Swim

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Name
Brook Where Silver Fish Swim (Brook)
Age
4 Years
Rank
Leader
Pack
Pack of Clear Water
Breed
Gray Fox
Description
Brook has thick short fur, that is durable against water in the coldest tempetures. It is genetic and runs through all foxes with the Pack's blood. Her fur is speckled shades of gray, and fades to brown on her stomach and paws. She has a black rim on her tail, with a white tip. Her eyes are a light but deep sapphire blue.
Personality
Brook is a kind gentle. and serious female. But at times she is short tempered, but handles herself well. Thus she was chosen leader.
History
Brook was born into the Pack of Clear Water to a small kit fox of her own Pack, and a male Black fox of the Pack of Green Moss. She was mistrusted in her own pack from the second she was born, but she made her place in the pack and renouned alike to all the other foxes.
IC
The cold water sent chills up her limps and down her spine, but, fur ruffled, Brook padded confidently into the still pond. In leaf-bare, they always took the few chances to swim and fish before it froze over. Brook's dark gray head bobbed up on the rippling surface. Her long claws just barley scartched the muddy pond floor. Large fish swam in these depth. They were known as Cat-Fish, because of their stange whiskers. They had large gaping mouths, but no teeth. They were known to swallow unsespecting kits and young foxes in one gulp. Many times they had also drown adult foxes, latching onto their legs and gragging them under. There were tales of foxes killing the fish, and bringing them back to the pack. The tales said the fish were large enough for a whole pack to feast on them.
Brook now swam slowly, unable to feel the bottom. She took in a deep breath and dove under, small fish swam around quickly, alerted of her prescense. Salmon! she thought. She began to herd them to the runoff creek. It sepertated her pack from the pack of Green Moss. It was wide, but shallow. Two feet at the deepest. Salmon and carp swam the two creeks every leaf-fall. Her pack gourged on them every year, as there were always a school that came back in Leaf-bare.
Now Brook ran in the creek, water splashing up her soaked sides. The fish were right in front of her, she leapt, a slippery salmon was caught under her, she sank her claws into it, bit it, and threw it aside. She began chasing again. She caught around seven fish before the sun started to set. This was the time that all the Pack's enjoyed. It was the time when the forest turned beautiful. The resiviour-sized Still Pond in Brook's territory gleamed in the sun's last rays. This was the time when their forest was founded. It was found in Green-Leaf. All the packs seperated and claimed territories based on their abilities and needs. The Pack of Clear Water's swimming, the Pack of Green Moss's stealth, the Pack of Cloudy Skies' running, and the Pack of Gray Stone's leaping.
Brook made two trips back and forth to carry the large fish back to the small, cozy island camp. She set them down in the kill-pile, picked one out, and began to feast on her hard-work