Basic Information
Name: Count Fieryclaw
Name: Count Fieryclaw
Species: Red fox
Family: Happy Largepaw (mother) and Eternal Templefox (father)
Main Outfit: Blue aviator hat, silver spiked collar, white leaf armor and blue elf tail armor
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Past Stories
The Birth of Count
It was a shining morning in Jamaa--exactly two weeks before the horrible Gofnak army would invade the beautiful land of Jamaa and conquer it. The winter season had just begun, and the animals were delighted that their first snow had fallen, like powdered sugar on a doughnut, onto the streets, coating it in the fine, white dust.
Happy Largepaw, a pale pink fox with sparkling blue eyes had just given birth to a joyful young baby fox. She and her husband, Eternal Templefox had decided to name him after the great Jamaasian sorcerer, Count Fieryspirit. Little did they know, that in two weeks, the sorcerer would turn on them; he would start a group called the Gofnak and take over Jamaa. But at the moment, Count Fieryspirit was a legend--you could hardly walk from Mt. Shiveer to Coral Canyons without hearing his name whispered in awe by one animal or another.
Count looked much like his father: orange fur with blue streaks, and twinkling black eyes. In the two weeks he was with his parents before the Gofnak conquered Jamaa, Count laughed and giggled, smiled and skipped. He was a happy fox, and his parents were beside themselves with joy.
But then two weeks after Count's birth, the news reached to his family's hut in the forest. Word had spread that Count Fieryspirit had turned bad, like a rotten carrot, and was now sweeping through the lands with his warriors and henchmen, collecting children and commanding that their parents joined his forces. And if they refused? They would be locked up in a jail cell underground until they starved.
"Pooh-pooh," Happy said, in a dismissive tone. "Just the folks out in the country wanting to spread rumors."
Her opinions changed however, when it began snowing, even though it was the middle of summer. Anyone who was anyone in Jamaa knew that the great sorcerer, Count Fieryspirit was famous for his ability to cause any weather he wished, whenever it might please him.
Little, baby Count was playing with his colored blocks and was constructing a high structure out of them. "Mama?" he asked, turning towards his mother who was glancing out the window with a concerned expression on her face. "Whaz gon on?" he added, when he saw her worried face.
"Nothing, Count," she said, but whatever was going on certainly didn't look like "nothing". Even Count was smart enough to know that. "But we have to get out of here. Eternal!" she yelled, calling to her husband. "We need to leave! Now!"
Eternal came stumbling out of the kitchen. "It's too late, Happy," he said, a tear beginning to roll down his cheek. "They're here."
"No..." Happy said, her voice heavy with something that was half fear and half disbelief. "No, no, no..." she moaned, falling to her knees. Happy let out a scream and she gripped her husband's arm, tears streaming down her face faster than rainwater. "What are we going to do?" she asked, her voice weak and hoarse.
"We have no choice but to stay here," Eternal said. He opened his mouth to speak more, but the door burst open before he could. A tall arctic wolf stood in the doorway, accompanied by an otter. The arctic wolf was white with icy blue stripes, and clad in a dark cloak, and the otter was dark purple and white, wearing sunglasses, leafy anklets and a black spiked collar. Count couldn't read yet, but the arctic wolf's name tag was a glinting blue color, emblazoned with his name, "Major Arcticgem", while the otter's name tag was pink, with "Countess Frozen Ivy" carved into the tag.
"Hello," the arctic wolf said smoothly, strolling towards his parents as quickly and quietly as a snake closing in on it's prey. "Either join with us..." Major gestured to the otter and himself. "Or watch your little Count die right in front of you," the arctic wolf rubbed the hilt of a long sapphire-embedded sword that hung from a sheath on his hip. "And you will be imprisoned until the merciless spirit of Hunger comes to take you away." Major's voice was deep, but each word he spoke sounded like notes from a cello--low and rhythmic.
"No, please!" Happy begged, sobbing. She reached out to grab the blade from the arctic wolf's paw. Countess pushed her away, unsheathing a topaz dagger of her own and holding it to Happy's throat.
"Happy," Eternal said, his voice echoing throughout the room. "We have to save our son. Yes, we will join you," he said, looking with disgust at the two Gofnak animals.
Countess laughed, a horrible, high-pitched chortle that rattled the paintings on the wall and made the mugs of tea and hot cocoa on the dining room table turn to ice. "Good choice..." she grinned, then her eyes landed on all of their name tags. Count's family all wore brown tags, to symbolize that they were family.
"Those'll have to go," she said, and with a twirl of her paw, her parents were left with non-member name tags. She was about to remove Count's name tag, when an extremely annoying BING-BING-BING-BING-BING sound bounced off all of the walls.
"What in Mira's name is that?" Major asked, covering his ears.
Count laughed, enjoying the commotion his bottle warmer was causing. Happy had bought a special bottle warmer for Count that held three baby bottle of milk, and warmed them. The machine made a binging noise when the bottles were warm, and Count loved hearing the noise, mostly because it always made him laugh.
Count waddled off to the kitchen, climbing on top of the counter. He grabbed one of the warmed bottles and began to drink out of it. Countess and Major came running in, Countess getting the spell to remove Count's glinting brown name tag, ready.
Giggling, Count threw the milk bottle at her. His father had told his mother that if Count didn't stop throwing milk bottles at them, they would have to call a doctor to make sure nothing was wrong with him. Practically every day, Count threw one of his baby bottles at either his mother or father, splattering them with milk. Normally they were annoyed, but now, as they watched from the kitchen as Countess shrieked as the milk dripped from her fur in a puddle at her feet, they laughed happily, Count's father giving him a wink.
Count laughed with them, throwing his other bottle at Major. Happy started mouthing words to Count. He didn't understand her at first, but when she started gesturing, he saw that she wanted him to leave. He nodded, and while the two Gofnak members were distracted with the milk incident, he grabbed Countess's dropped dagger, and toddled away and out the door into the snow.
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Past Stories
The Birth of Count
It was a shining morning in Jamaa--exactly two weeks before the horrible Gofnak army would invade the beautiful land of Jamaa and conquer it. The winter season had just begun, and the animals were delighted that their first snow had fallen, like powdered sugar on a doughnut, onto the streets, coating it in the fine, white dust.
Happy Largepaw, a pale pink fox with sparkling blue eyes had just given birth to a joyful young baby fox. She and her husband, Eternal Templefox had decided to name him after the great Jamaasian sorcerer, Count Fieryspirit. Little did they know, that in two weeks, the sorcerer would turn on them; he would start a group called the Gofnak and take over Jamaa. But at the moment, Count Fieryspirit was a legend--you could hardly walk from Mt. Shiveer to Coral Canyons without hearing his name whispered in awe by one animal or another.
Count looked much like his father: orange fur with blue streaks, and twinkling black eyes. In the two weeks he was with his parents before the Gofnak conquered Jamaa, Count laughed and giggled, smiled and skipped. He was a happy fox, and his parents were beside themselves with joy.
But then two weeks after Count's birth, the news reached to his family's hut in the forest. Word had spread that Count Fieryspirit had turned bad, like a rotten carrot, and was now sweeping through the lands with his warriors and henchmen, collecting children and commanding that their parents joined his forces. And if they refused? They would be locked up in a jail cell underground until they starved.
"Pooh-pooh," Happy said, in a dismissive tone. "Just the folks out in the country wanting to spread rumors."
Her opinions changed however, when it began snowing, even though it was the middle of summer. Anyone who was anyone in Jamaa knew that the great sorcerer, Count Fieryspirit was famous for his ability to cause any weather he wished, whenever it might please him.
Little, baby Count was playing with his colored blocks and was constructing a high structure out of them. "Mama?" he asked, turning towards his mother who was glancing out the window with a concerned expression on her face. "Whaz gon on?" he added, when he saw her worried face.
"Nothing, Count," she said, but whatever was going on certainly didn't look like "nothing". Even Count was smart enough to know that. "But we have to get out of here. Eternal!" she yelled, calling to her husband. "We need to leave! Now!"
Eternal came stumbling out of the kitchen. "It's too late, Happy," he said, a tear beginning to roll down his cheek. "They're here."
"No..." Happy said, her voice heavy with something that was half fear and half disbelief. "No, no, no..." she moaned, falling to her knees. Happy let out a scream and she gripped her husband's arm, tears streaming down her face faster than rainwater. "What are we going to do?" she asked, her voice weak and hoarse.
"We have no choice but to stay here," Eternal said. He opened his mouth to speak more, but the door burst open before he could. A tall arctic wolf stood in the doorway, accompanied by an otter. The arctic wolf was white with icy blue stripes, and clad in a dark cloak, and the otter was dark purple and white, wearing sunglasses, leafy anklets and a black spiked collar. Count couldn't read yet, but the arctic wolf's name tag was a glinting blue color, emblazoned with his name, "Major Arcticgem", while the otter's name tag was pink, with "Countess Frozen Ivy" carved into the tag.
"Hello," the arctic wolf said smoothly, strolling towards his parents as quickly and quietly as a snake closing in on it's prey. "Either join with us..." Major gestured to the otter and himself. "Or watch your little Count die right in front of you," the arctic wolf rubbed the hilt of a long sapphire-embedded sword that hung from a sheath on his hip. "And you will be imprisoned until the merciless spirit of Hunger comes to take you away." Major's voice was deep, but each word he spoke sounded like notes from a cello--low and rhythmic.
"No, please!" Happy begged, sobbing. She reached out to grab the blade from the arctic wolf's paw. Countess pushed her away, unsheathing a topaz dagger of her own and holding it to Happy's throat.
"Happy," Eternal said, his voice echoing throughout the room. "We have to save our son. Yes, we will join you," he said, looking with disgust at the two Gofnak animals.
Countess laughed, a horrible, high-pitched chortle that rattled the paintings on the wall and made the mugs of tea and hot cocoa on the dining room table turn to ice. "Good choice..." she grinned, then her eyes landed on all of their name tags. Count's family all wore brown tags, to symbolize that they were family.
"Those'll have to go," she said, and with a twirl of her paw, her parents were left with non-member name tags. She was about to remove Count's name tag, when an extremely annoying BING-BING-BING-BING-BING sound bounced off all of the walls.
"What in Mira's name is that?" Major asked, covering his ears.
Count laughed, enjoying the commotion his bottle warmer was causing. Happy had bought a special bottle warmer for Count that held three baby bottle of milk, and warmed them. The machine made a binging noise when the bottles were warm, and Count loved hearing the noise, mostly because it always made him laugh.
Count waddled off to the kitchen, climbing on top of the counter. He grabbed one of the warmed bottles and began to drink out of it. Countess and Major came running in, Countess getting the spell to remove Count's glinting brown name tag, ready.
Giggling, Count threw the milk bottle at her. His father had told his mother that if Count didn't stop throwing milk bottles at them, they would have to call a doctor to make sure nothing was wrong with him. Practically every day, Count threw one of his baby bottles at either his mother or father, splattering them with milk. Normally they were annoyed, but now, as they watched from the kitchen as Countess shrieked as the milk dripped from her fur in a puddle at her feet, they laughed happily, Count's father giving him a wink.
Count laughed with them, throwing his other bottle at Major. Happy started mouthing words to Count. He didn't understand her at first, but when she started gesturing, he saw that she wanted him to leave. He nodded, and while the two Gofnak members were distracted with the milk incident, he grabbed Countess's dropped dagger, and toddled away and out the door into the snow.
