User blog:.Jackelo/Story Time~

Like the title says, I have a story for 'yall. It's not finished yet~.

It's about a gray fox named Tino, who was put into a reject pen at a zoo in some random country.

Chapter 1 ~ The Rejected.
Now this was just peachy.

Tino, a young gray fox, was just thrown into a small, wooden pen, along with two other animals, which she couldn't recognize due to the darkness in the place. Sniffing cautiously, she caught the scent of mexican wolf, and tiger. A cub, at that.

Narrowing her eyes disdainfully, she lept up to a small ledge in the pen, claws digging into the wood. The wolf looked up at her, cautiousness glittering in his amber eyes.

"What're you doing?" he growled, tail bushing. Tino chuckled.

"Being a gray fox. We're supposed to climb. Helps us get food, not like it's ever helped me before..." she muttered, tail swishing. "What does it matter to you?"

The wolf snorted.

"Canines aren't supposed to do that." he said cynically. "Only cats, like this cub here." He nudged the tiger in the process. "What's your name anyway?"

The tiger blinked nervously up at the large wolf.

"Coco." she squeaked.

The wolf laughed, a rumbling growl in the back of his throat.

"I'm Faustis. And I don't know who the hell that is over on the ledge. Say's she's a gray fox."

Tino's tail bristled.

"My name is Tino, thank you very much!" she said indignantly. "And I was thinking the same thing about you."

Faustis laughed.

"Ooh, girl's got a mouth, hasn't she?" he retorted, tail bristling.

Coco covered her ears with her paws, closing her eyes in fright. Tino looked at her worriedly.

"Now look, you're scaring the cub. Now, instead of fighting, how about we figure out why we're all in here."

Faustis snorted.

"Doll face, we're in here because we're rejects."

Coco looked up at him, orange and black fur fluffed out.

"Rejects?"

The wolf nodded.

"Yes cub, rejects. Your pen didn't have enough room in it, and I was too 'aggressive' to be around others of my kind. Don't know why Tyler's in here though."

"It's Tino!" the gray fox snapped, fluffy fur bristling agrily. "And I'm in here because of space issues in my den. I wasn't getting fed enough, so they took me away."

Coco waved her tail around anxiously.

"So they put us all in here?"

Faustis nodded.

"Yep. Hopefully, we'll get along swimmingly."

Tino snorted.

"Not going to happen."

Faustis smirked.

"Oh it will someday dollface, trust me...."