(Oooh there's some good old fashioned drama about to happen here hahah.)
Troutfoot
"No." He plainly meowed, with a hint of a growl in his voice."I could have the worst day in all of history, but I wouldn't take it out on clanmates. Just because you're in mental pain doesn't mean the rest of the clan has to." He said in an aloof way, and sat down, waiting for a response from the grumpy she-cat.
Burstkit
Burstkit almost immediately came face to face with an ocelot. He had only heard tales, but now this was real. He shrieked at the top of his lungs, and dove for a nearby log, with a hole just small enough for him to get into. He squirmed inside, with the sound of the dusty red ocelot clawing at the wood. He continued to yowl, until he couldn't anymore.
(Oh, and ocelots can actually be dusty red, it's cool!)