Me and the Male fox's conversation went on; 

I smirked, "I'll find it out whether you like it or not." 

"That's debatable," he retorted. 

"You know what? I'll just call you by a random name until you get annoyed enough to tell me your real name." 

"With someone of your track-record, I'm sure you'll be... Persistent." 

"You know, being persistent is just a nobler way to be stubborn," I reasoned. 

"And you're noble?" 

"You'd be surprised, Cinnamon." 

"Did you just call me 'Cinnamon'?" 

"Can you not hear me over your ego? Are you still there Cinnamon?!" 

"Wow, just as amazing as I thought you'd be," He barked sarcastically. 

"Well, you're not too bad yourself. Cinnamon." 

"Fine, you like nicknames, do you?" 

"Yeah, I do. It's my shtick. I love that word. Shtick. Shtick. Shtick! It's my gimmick." 

"I'm sure you have many 'shticks' and 'gimmicks', Sophia. How about instead of Sophia I'll call you..." He took a good glance at me, "Take a picture it'll last longer, Cinnamon," I half-growled. 

"Kitty." 

I snorted, "Kitty?" 

"Yes, you're a cat, I'm assuming you find it offensive to be called 'Kitty' yes?" 

"Smart." I replied. 

"But not clever, eh?" 

"No that's my thing. Being cleverer than everyone else." 

"Is it better to be kind, or to be clever?" Cinnamon asked me. 

"Clever." 

"Huh." 

"What?" 

"Nothing. You're just... Peculiar." He looked amused with me, "and you're amused." I observed. 

He kept laying in the same position that he was laying in when I first saw him, and he was no longer looking at me, he was glancing around the Fox Kingdom that he was apart of. I titled my head in curiosity, and he looked back at me, but it seemed like Cinnamon wasn't completely there with me, or with anyone. He was just... Alone. 

"You're curious," Cinnamon observed back at me. "And just because you're famous-and the reason I'm here in the first place-doesn't mean you're worth more than a grain of sand." He paused, "Farewell Kitty." 

Without another word, he stood up, and stalked off into the background that was originally behind him. 

I hadn't noticed the dens before for the fact that I had just turned around to see what was behind me, and what was behind me was Cinnamon so he was blocking my view of what was behind him. A bit confusing, I think that made more sense in my head, than it did in ballpoint pen and paper, then typed out for your eyes Reader. 

The 'dens' that I was referring to were actually out of sight. 

As in; I saw no cave. 

Anywhere in sight. 

What I saw was actually a dark forest, was a few slits of light that made me feel grateful to see that amazing light. Something that I hadn't seen for awhile. And something that I hadn't felt in my heart for a very long time, and still didn't feel it at the time. 

The scenery was quiet the spectacle. It was a spectacle because it had a visual impact, and a visual impact is rather hard to explain. You'd have to see something that has a visual impact on you to understand it. 

Some of the light coming in through a crack in the trees was blue, and some of it was yellow, and once it hit the ground, it was golden. 

The entire ground looked almost as if it had been affected by the golden and orange touch of Autumn. 

But at this time it wasn't Autumn. It was close to the end of Summer. But that doesn't mean at the end of Summer, you automatically start seeing signs of Autumn in nature. Maybe in stores that smell of pumpkin spice-I want some pumpkin-anything right now myself-and see the dreadful decorations of a Human Holiday. 

However, it wasn't that time of the year when the leaves fall, giving you a warm feeling with the warm colors of Fall. 

It was also wrong, just like the Time Exposured blue starry sky. 

Fun fact; 

Most animals call Summer 'LightRibbon'. 

Fall or Autumn is 'LeafFall' 

Winter is 'CrispyNight'. 

And Spring is 'BloomFlower'. 

There's a story behind it, but I want to get myself some Pumpkin Pie. I'll be right back. 

Okay, first, love Pumpkin Pie so much. 

Second, Pumpkin Pie is hard to pickpocket from someone. 

Anyways, what was I typing about again? Ah yes, the story. 

It's not necessary for me to tell you now, for I'd have to go through all of my files, stacks of paper, and resources stuffed into this cave. And that takes days sometimes. I got lost once. For a day. And it's not important yet. Or at least I hope not... 

Soon after-by 'soon after' I mean about three seconds later-I stopped starting at the forest, I recalled a fact about why I couldn't see any of the Fox Kingdom. 

It is a well-known fact that foxes live underground. More specifically, they burrow underground. 

Just as I finished that obvious realization, I saw two fox ears pop out from the ground, and I closed my eyes-though, I didn't need to lie down because I pretty much already was. 

I heard the what I could only assume to be a fox from Thunderblood's Fox Kingdom. 

It soon got-based on what my senses were telling me-right in front of my Lobster Trap. Yeah, it's my Lobster Trap now. 

"He doesn't want to guard Wildfire just because he's 'tired'. Oh poor you! Just because your a Knight, doesn't mean your better than me!" A Male voice complained. 

Whoever this creature was, it was apparent that he was part of the Fox Kingdom, and Cinnamon was a Knight in the rankings, and this Male was lower in the ranks. 

It was also apparent to me that he was a younger Male. Probably only around a year old. Maybe he can still be saved from Thunderblood's dark shadow. I couldn't help but think. 

 He was most likely sitting in front of me, I could sense a slight tapping on the ground by the Young Male. 

I impulsively opened my eyes, and saw the back his beautiful pelt. And I really mean beautiful. 

He was quiet handsome for a fox. Or at least his back-pelt was. 

"She should be awake by now," he said, and looked back at me, but just before he saw my eyes opened, I snapped them back shut. 

I could feel his gaze upon me. "Maybe with such a murderous heart, she needs time in her mind to think of more ways to make others suffer." 

So, that's what you think of me. 

I groaned softly, but loud enough for the Male to hear me faintly. 

My aqua-teal eyes slowly opened, and I looked at him as if I had been sleeping the entire time. His ears were twitching with suspense.

And then I started laughing. Loudly. 

He looked at me in curiosity as if to say, 'What's so funny murderer!?' 

I explained myself with a hint of glee in my tone, "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! But that situation was getting way too serious for my liking! I was fake-sleeping." 

His eyes were suddenly filled with anger, and his muscles tensed. It looked like it was taking every Tick and every Tock in his body to not attack me-or more correctly, attack my Lobster Trap. 

"That's not a proper way to introduce myself I realize-" 

Then he interrupted me, "Not a proper way to inteoduce yourself?! You think this is some sort of joke?" 

"What would life be if not a joke?" 

"Reality! You need to wake up, because life isn't a story where you're ripped away from everyone you ever cared about, and you end up happy in the end because they weren't gone the whole time, they were there for you. But guess what? They're not. And you're all alone. Forever." I could tell that what he had just said was not about me making jokes. It was about how he was left all alone. 

"You're alone. Or at least you feel alone." 

"You're alone," he retorted. 

"No, I'm Sophia. May I ask your name?" 

"It doesn't matter." 

"I like to know others names, usually just so I can call them something else. But you aren't ready for a nickname by yours truly." 

"I guess... I'm Silversparks." 

"I see why they call you that." 

"Why?" 

"It's becuase you're sparky. And you're pelt is a lovely silver if I might add." 

"What do you mean I'm sparky?" I could feel him tensing up again. 

"You're personality is sparky. Meaning you are hyper, and don't know how to get you're liveliness out, but you barley notice your liveliness because you focus so much on how lonely you are, and how you were... What'd you say? Ripped away from everyone that you care about?" 

"I wasn't talking about myself-" 

I interrupted, "But you were. It was way to specific to be improve." 

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out but a sigh. 

Right about here in this part of my story is the part when I finally noticed what he looked like. 

He was still reasonably handsome from the front too. He was pretty much all silver with a few orange-brown streaks, and a orange-brown patch over his right eye-right from my point of view-and over his left eye, then patch was smaller. He had a sort of adventurous look on with face, and he looked very soft. All that I wanted to do was pet his fur to see if he was soft as I thought he was. 

"Lovely. Here, let's come to an understanding. What's your position in the Kingdom?" 

"You know of Fox Kingdoms?" 

"Of course, now, what's your rank Silversparks?" 

"I'm a Duke."  

If you're not familiar with the rankings of a Fox Kingdom, let me give you a little refresher. 

King and/or Queen (A Queen can be above a King) 

Prince and/or Princess 

Knights 

Dukes and/or Duchesses 

Peasent (or an 'Omega') 

That was and still is the rankings of a Fox Kingdom. And it wasn't exactly made for a fair pack life. 

Nonetheless, I saw something in Silversparks. A good nickname for him would've been 'Sparky', but I was saving that for later. 

I saw something in his heart, figuratively of course, and perhaps under all of this 'lonliness' and darkness there was glimmering hope. 

All you need to unlock the light, is to step through the darkness with hope.