Aeron, the Fox Mother

Name: Aeron (Welsh)
Species: Red Fox, Vulpes vulpes
Appearance: The coat is a bright rusty red with yellow tips and a diffuse pattern of chesnut hairs along her spine which roughly form a cross. Her chin, lower lips, and throat are pure ivory. Black socks encompass her legs, and an ebon mark rests across her tail juxtaposed to the white tip. The fox's fur is dense, soft, silky, and rather long. (Right now I describe her as a red fox, but if I can get my hands on a preset I'll make her a Cross-fox coloring).
Size: 46 cm at the shoulder, roughly 18 lb (though growing in weight, fast)
Personality: With aggression born from the desire to survive, Aeron treats all potential threats belligerently. While it can be said she is certainly a cautious and clever specimen, this canine would forgo all personal concern when it comes to that of her recently bulging body. Hormones have increased her defensive nature, and those who cross her path are unlucky indeed.
History: Aeron's past is typical of a welsh fox. Born into a small coven, her mother, Heulwen, was a cheerful creature often curious of the long-paw's dens. Rhun, Heulwen's mate, was ever cautious, though, of his love's growing adoration for the strange upright creatures. He would consistently be found nagging the other, though it was clear his voice was not the strongest in the family. The litter-mates and other assorted kin of our heroin need not be listed out for they are numerous and simply names to fill the void.

Unfathomable, reverberating, bellows swarmed the otherwise hushed landscape, flooding amongst the thickly woven foliage and splashing threateningly into the gaping hole of the fox’s den. It was something they had witnessed before, those who dwelled at the foot of the long-paw’s reach, but never the less fear pierced the family to its core. The hounds had come, and soon too would the thunder. In a torrent of violence and uncertainly Aeron was separated from her family. She was certain they survived, but to this day she refuses to return to that land. Driven from her home, she followed the cliffs until a certain grassy knoll seemed to sing the siren’s song.

Having resided on the edge of two clans of disputing domestic cats, Aeron has certainly had her fair share of prey and trouble alike. Always acting in a sort of offensive defense, she has witnessed the death of at least three warriors at her claws. Another fell prey to her as well, though its companions managed to chase her away before death could greet the sorry tom. Now, having recently courted a rather fine figure of a fox, this vixen is looking forward to her first litter.

Extra: I was hoping to have her be heavily pregnant with four or so cubs, and live on the border of Streamclan's territory with Moorclan. Perhaps she would frequently hunt the grassy knoll, which would make sense due to the abundance of food there.

Also also, I know the events effect the history of Streamclan but I have stuck with the history as outlined in the clan information section.