Okay. It's trash but here goes
The fox was on my heels, following my every move, zoning in for the kill. I ran, kicking up clods of earthy soil loose from the ground. She followed me, gekkering. "I'll get you, you worthless runt!" I ran faster. My wings flapped a bit, catching the air and lifting me a bit off the ground, my claws only barely scraping the grass.
My horns caught on a shrub, sending leaves into the air. The fox stopped momentarily, and then started pursuing me again. My wings flapped again, and I was barely off the ground. My paws couldn't touch. I started to panic, but I was only a few inches above the ground, and hovering. My wings flapped frantically.
"I've got you now!" She hopped up, dragging me down by the ear with her sharp, thornlike teeth. "Ow!"
"I got you. Now you're it!" She started to run, her light paws seemingly flying over the ground. I chased her. Her small, red wings with orange-feathered tips bobbed up and down. Her brush was huge, and swept over the earth. I stopped running and sat down, panting. "I'm tired."
"Aww. Come on, you're always tired!" Another, larger fox padded over. "Poppy, let him rest," she scolded gently, picking up the cub by her scruff. "Those are some mighty fine wings, Hex. You're going to be stronger than your mother at this rate!" I sensed a quiver in her voice, and guessed her and Mother were close. It didn't seem to match up, though. It was like there was something else deep inside. I had heard all sorts of tales, but they were all different. I felt darkness when my mother came to be the topic. It was strange how I could long for something so much and yet still be scared of it.
I walked off. The sun was setting, throwing a flurry of colors across the horizon. I needed to be alone. There was a cliff nearby I could go to. Nobody else knew about it. I called it my secret spot, and I'd go there now.
As I walked, I comtemplated Poppy's boundless energy. How can she be so small and never get tired? Surely all the energy she can have has a limit? After all, she's so tiny. This was when I came to terms that personality had no limit. That's why you could feel it even if you weren't close to that person. It stretched outside the body.
I wondered if anybody else could feel that kind of thing the way I did. Poppy had a sort of buzz to her. Her mother had a sort of hollow feeling, like there was something missing deep inside of her.
I wondered if it had to do with Mother. I realized I sensed the quiver Poppy's mother had in her voice in everyone when they talked about her. Maybe the loss had devastated them. I dug further into my memories of speech. This quiver, even slighter, seemed to resonate in their voices them they talked to me, whether Mother was on the topic or not.
I wondered if I looked so much like her that I caused them greif. I tried to push this thought out of my mind.
I was far away from the den now. My paws tingled with soreness. The cliff was up ahead, I knew it. A small copse of trees came into view. I must've been approaching from a different side, because I'd seen these trees, but from another direction. I decided to climb one. Maybe I could practice flying.
- - -
My claws gripped the bark of the tree. I clambered up with a mighty push from my rear legs. I grabbed a thick, sturdy branch with my claws, wincing. Hoisting myself upwards, I crouched down and leapt. My wings flapped for a second, but then I panicked. I felt a dull thud. Red spots danced across my vision of the sky, which was now purple. I shuddered and let my body go limp. The world seemed to collapse. Everything went black.
- - -
Something blurry and orange was in front of my face. It danced around. I felt the buzz of Poppy's energy. I couldn't say anything. My face felt frozen. I half-opened my eyes, and she looked at me. "Hex? Are you awake?"
I somehow managed to nod. Poppy could sense it. She was good at sensing tiny things, but I didn't think she could sense feelings like me. Her eyes lit up, and she stopped pacing. "Mama, Hex woke up!" She skipped eagerly, doing her own little dance of excitement. A dark-furred fox with antlers like a moose and purple, fanlike wings slid into view. Everything was still blurry.
"H-Hex? Could you tell me what y-you were doing?" I couldn't speak. It felt like my throat was full of rocks. She sounded scared. Maybe she could have been scared for me. I sensed a quiver.
The rocks felt like they were clearing. I managed to utter "Yes, Ma'am."
"Please call me Second Mother."
Okay so Hexy boi fell out of a tree and I've come up with blanks for how to continue it.