The silver fox among the vast Autumn hues was not difficult to spot, he was by far the most interesting thing to happen to this school since Mr. Fox's striking reputation of Whack-Bat, as the way he shot across the field so effortlessly may've 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 disgruntled by something, 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 convince everyone, as well as himself, but in comparison to Kristofferson? What more needed to be said?

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.