The silver fox among the Autumn hues was not Incredibly difficult to spot, he was, by far, the most interesting thing to happen to the school since Mr. Fox's amazing reputation of Whack-Bat, as the way he shot across the field so effortlessly convinced many that he was the next Whack-Bat prodigy, and he'd never even played before! He really was Foxy's nephew!

Only he wasn't. He was from Ash's mother's side, as suggested by his pale palette and those periwinkle hues. Ash always seemed annoyed by one thing, but he seemed even more agitated by his cousin from the other side of the River appearing and taking everyone by storm, taking his thunder.

You never had the heart to tell Ash that maybe he wasn't an athlete, as he so desperately tried to show, but in comparison to Kristofferson? It would be offensive.

Either way, you found yourself on the benches, wondering just how you could outdo the silver fox, rather than being a bench-warmer like his cousin.