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Just from the way Morgan was talking, Finn knew she was fatigued. It would be good for her to get rest. But what was chewing him up so badly? His cluttered thoughts cleared out as Morgan took his paw. That was it, that familiar feeling. His ailing mother was always racked with worry whenever...

Finn strained to try and move the corpse of the behemoth, but even with Vilde's assistance it proved near impossible to budge. The foxkit's panicked expression grew desperate, and his efforts became frantic. It didn't take much effort to imagine that Tultow couldn't breathe beneath the weight of...

Finn put a paw to his face and laughed helplessly. Morgan was a lost cause, wasn't she? The fox looked away to hide his mirth, but his eyes looked out the windows at the island, and the smile faded from his face. The horizon was just starting to lighten, and the little twinkling lights in the...

How @Duchess Dusk Rainblade canonically, intentionally, and with malice aforethought (mortally?) wounded her character, Tultow. Featuring cameo appearance by @Vilde Isdatter

Finn clung tightly to the shrew as it toppled forwards, teeth clenched, and eyes wide as saucers. His knife served as a good anchor point right until the moment of impact, and the young foxkit bounced free onto the cold tundra. His ears rang as he scrambled to his feet, senses suffering from the...

The tip of Finn's sword dug into the hulking shrew's heel, but the brute seemed completely unfazed. The blade had only left a superficial wound, and the foxkit simply couldn't swing hard enough to cut through the tendon. But as the brute tried to strangle Vilde, it took a half step backwards and...

Finn couldn't stop himself from laughing -- though he tried to. He was frustrated with Morgan for making such a flippant joke after what he'd been through, but... But it just cut the tension in half, and laughing felt so good. The foxkit sat back in his chair and laughed more easily, before...

Finn dashed towards the infirmary, gripping the sword hilt in one paw, and holding his medical satchel in the other paw. He finally caught sight of Silvertongue and Swifttail -- just as they disappeared into the tent. The foxkit slowly came to a stop in the middle of the battlefield...

Finn was overwhelmed by the battle. There was more chaos than he'd ever seen, and he felt utterly lost. What direction should he head? Who should he help first? The poor foxkit had tunnelvision -- whatever he looked at was so intense it occupied his entire thought process. Poor Vilde was...

Finn had woken up fully by now, but the chaos around him was overwhelming. He saw Tultow fall -- but so much chaos was going on around him, he failed to recognize the need for medical aid, or even who had been wounded. Without someone to guide him, the poor kit looked like a little dibbun who...

Finn had taken the world's most wonderful nap. The foxkit had wrapped himself up in the blanket like a little burrito, and was dead to the world for several hours. When he finally woke up, he was so bleary eyed that he didn't even recognize where he was. The world wasn't rocking gently as it did...

Written for @SwifttailTheFox To the tune of "Moby Duck" by the Longest Johns Oh me mother she once said to me, ye better go and brush your teef They'll rot right out of your mouth you see And cause you endless grief Heed not my caution all young thoughtless todds, And you too soon shall weep...

Finn's eyebrows pinched together as he pieced together what had affected Piper so. The foxkit carefully accepted the shrew as best he could -- though, this resulted in him holding it gingerly at arms length, which only made it wail harder. Helplessly, he looked up at Barrett, who opened the tent...

Finn shot a glance back at Swift, and flashed a nervous grin. It's gonna be fine, everything's gonna be juuuuust fine! Or at least, that's what his look implied. Things seemed to be settling down though, and whatever tension Finn was carrying in his shoulders seemed to relax. The foxkit turned...

Finn threw his paws in the air with mild exasperation. "I can't take care of a dibbun!" he protested to Barrett -- but the pine marten was immovable, and already starting to lecture Finn on the merrits of learning to care for young. The fox leered up at his mentor, until a fidgeting kit was held...