I wonder, have you, my Reader, ever heard the story of 'DirtPaws the Warrior Queen'? 

I doubt you have, but you might be a fox, or maybe an alligator, or perhaps my enemy. I have way too many enemies... Love my arch enemies. 

Anyways, the story goes something along the lines of the text that follows; 

"Once upon a time, there was a fox. 

Her name was DirtPaws. 

DirtPaws was taken away from her family. 

That was fine by her, they were rude anyhow. 

The problem was that DirtPaws was taken away by a savage pack of wolves. 

The number one enemy of foxes. 

The wolf pack saw potential in DirtPaws. 

But not good potential, evil potential. 

For she was so young, she would accept anything that was taught to her to be 'right'. 

The wolves did believe that being evil was the right thing to do, they truly believed being evil was a solution. It was the solution. 

So, DirtPaws soon believed that being evil was the right thing to do. 

Soon DirtPaws had become five years old, and she was a Warrior. 

After those five years, the wolf pack that she belonged to was overthrown. 

Overthrown by Humans. 

These Humans were very greedy. They took land for their own personal gain, without any notations to the ecosystems around them. 

Not a care in the world, only about what they were going to get out of it. 

DirtPaws the Warrior was captured, and mistaken for a cat. 

A lot of her pack was either captured, or killed by Swift-Claws, quick and painless. 

But DirtPaws soon learned that Swift-Claws were in fact painful, but not on the victim, but the victim's friends. 

Or perhaps fellow Warriors. 

She knew that she had to move on, and adapt. Just as she always had. 

DirtPaws was taken from the forest, and brought to a grand palace. 

She was brought to 'The Princess' for the Princess demanded a brown cat. 

But DirtPaws was not a cat. She was a wild fox Warrior. 

The Princess called DirtPaw 'Queen Fluffy'. It was a humiliating name, but there was no-one to tease her about it. 

So, DirtPaws the once great Warrior became Queen Fluffy the pampered 'cat'. 

Queen Fluffy soon became accustomed to fancy royal life with the Princess. 

She also learnt the ways of the Kingdom. A Human Kingdom. 

One day, when she was seven years of age, she escaped from the palace, and ran back to the wild with one idea stuck in her skull. She was going to start a Kingdom. Her own Kingdom. 

She fought many foxes for the role of leadership over each and every pack of foxes she could find. 

Queen Fluffy now chose the name 'Queen DirtPaws' for she loved her old name. 

But most called her DirtPaws. She didn't mind, and she acted just as the savage wolf pack had taught her. To be evil. 

But she was also spoiled after being in the palace for two years. So the 'Peasents' slaved for her like Peasents would for their Queen. 

Eventually, Queen DirtPaws was highly regarded in her pack, and she learnt from the royal life that she needed a 'heir'. 

Finally, DirtPaws had kittens with another fox who was soon known as 'King FrostFur'. And she told the story of her life to the heirs of her Kingdom. 

Once the great Warrior, Queen DirtPaws died, the eldest of her litter-the strongest, she made sure of that. 

The eldest became the King, and he found a mate, and had kittens, and shared the story of Queen DirtPaws with the heir. 

After many many, many generations the story had been spread throughout the entire species of foxes. And is now regarded as one of the most important tales from foxes. There is no proof to confirm, nor deny the existence of DirtPaws. And most parts of this take suggest that it is perfectly possible that somehow foxes got the idea of a Kingdom from Humans." 

So now you know the long tale of 'DirtPaws the Warrior Queen'. 

This actually took me several days to find, I got trapped, but I also found my typewriter, and I just love the way that thing clicks and clacks. Also, I'm writing many stories such as the tale I just told on my typewriter, but I'm sure you don't care about that. You probably care about things like me telling you my secrets, me finding love, perhaps, and you might care to know why I told you a long tale of a fox that may or may not be real. Also, ignore the second thing I said that you might care about. It's not important. And if you don't ignore it, clear it out of your mind. Just ignore everything I'm saying right now becuase I'm just rambling because I'm a bit nervous for some reason. 

Anyways, I was telling you that long ancient fox tale because it tells you why the foxes live in Kingdoms. Just in case you were wondering. It's actually important to this bit in my life. And many other buts as well. But let's save that for later, shall we? 

The more you know about these foxes, the more you might understand their motives. 

"Why are you being nice to me?" Silversparks asked me, which, of course, was a reasonable question. Though the answer was fairly obvious. 

"I'm just normally nice." I said with high levels of sarcasm. 

"That was sarcastic." 

"What?? No way!" Needless to say that I was being sarcastic. Very sarcastic. 

He let out a small sigh, "You want something, don't you?" 

"Good job Sherlock." 

"I don't want to be called 'Sherlock'." 

"And why is that, Sherlock?" 

"I'm no Mr. Holmes, I actually care. But that doesn't mean I'm not clever. You know who is more like Sherlock than anyone here?" 

"Who?" I asked with my fake interest. 

"You. You're so clever, and you love a good mystery. You're life is like a present, waiting to be opened, untied. It all starts with unting the ribbon on top. But you're more interested in figuring out the mysteries around you because you hate thinking about yourself. It scares you, I think. It's also because you don't like getting attached." 

I was interested at this point in the conversation, but I wasn't about to show it, "Sherlock Holmes. Isn't that a Human story?" I was onto something, and I could only hope that he wouldn't catch on. 

"Maybe..." 

"If it's a Human story, then how would you know it?" 

And that's about when he realized he messed up a bit. And that's also the part when I started grinning, "So Silversparks, I'm assuming your family was taken by Humans, yes? And you'd have to be taken by them too yourself. Or perhaps I'm wrong, but at least I know I'm on the right track. You really should learn to stop talking your head off just to be impressive. There are very few things that impress the oh-so great Wildfire. And being clever isn't one of them. Being smart is figuring something out the way it was meant to be. Being clever is finding the new way out, because the rules don't always work." 

His hazel eyes were wide now, as he silently gasped. But he wasn't as impressed as you might think that he was. "You're impressive." 

"I love a good flattery, but I'm afraid I have to go now. So, you have one chance to do the right thing." 

"Did you have one chance to do the right thing?" 

Silversparks question surprised me. 'Did you have one chance to do the right thing?' Have I? Everyone has. But I think he's asking whether I've had more than one or not. Oh, there you go Sophia, overthinking things. I overthink things way too much. Maybe it's becuase I'm afraid. I slyly shook myself, I'm not afraid. I've never been afraid. I've just had a few too many close calls. Where was I? Oh yes, I was thinking about what Sparky just asked me. I finally replied, "I have. But some don't always use that opportunity. Or even more opportunities that come along the road of life. But I'm giving you the solid chance to let me go, and run away." 

"I couldn't run anywhere." 

"Of course you could!" I exclaimed quietly, "You can run off with the circus if you want! That'd be thrilling, wouldn't it?" 

"I'm sure it would, but I can't." 

"Why can't you?" 

"I-" but before he could explain, there was an evil snickering coming from behind Silversparks. 

He turned around, and I sharpened my eyes best I could, seeing the wretched Thunderblood. 

She had a huge grin on her face, "Hello, hello, hello Sophia." Thunderblood said in her mysteriously slick voice. 

"What's up, Thunder'?" 

"Thunderblood. And I have a surprise for you!" She broke off into a fit of a mix between snickering, and that evil laugh that Villians do. I couldn't help but wonder if she practiced that laugh, or it just came naturally. 

I felt my whole body stiffen. Not with fear necessarily, it was more like a disturbing suspense. "And what's that?" 

Her laughter/snickering stopped abruptly, in an almost creepy way. "If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise would it?!" 

"I think you took some crazy pills, because you're crazier than the first time I met ya'." 

"Then you must be dumber than the last time I saw you." 

I did a small laugh, "Don't underestimate me." 

"Oh, I don't. Sophia. I know you wanted to be captured. I know how much you want to win. How much you want to solve the mystery. But you'll just be left in the dark. 'Never put a gun in a room unless you're gonna use it.' So what's the question." 

"This is too easy!" I exclaimed, then went back to my normal sassy voice level, "I know the question. Obviously. What is your gun, and where have you put it?" 

"Good job, detective." She went on, "I can't tell you the answer to your first question, but I can answer the second. It's in the burrows." 

"Would you mind answering another question? Oh wait. Ignore that. That wasn't my question. That was sarcastic. Anywho, why are you so interested in me?" 

"I want the same thing you want," She answers with her normal slyness. 

"Which is...?" 

Thunderblood's grin was so similar to my own, "We want to meet our match." 

She was right, even though I didn't fully realize it. She was right. 

But there was one thing that I did, in fact, not want to realize. It was a terrifying realization, and denying it wasn't helping my dilemma. 

I might have just met my match.