[actmissing01]

"Oh my god."
A tom struggles to breath as he spots a kit stumbling into a forest, blindly hitting things with it's head and throwing sticks at whatever he could. The problem was, there was a forest fire. Fast as his paws would take him, he charged towards the kit, teeth bared in a scowl and yelling like a mad.. tom. His breath hitched when the kit stumbled out of view, towards the largest fire in the center of the forest. Tears pricked his eyes as he reached the edge of the forest, fire burning his fur, but making no mark- as his fur was already mostly pitch black. His amber eyes, full of determination, darted back and forth, scanning every inch of the forest for the kit.
"There he is!"
The kit cries out, whimpering, alone and terrified. He can see it's small paws, smudging and fidgeting with the dirt beneath him. The fire reached over the kit, making a small roof before entirely engulfing the kit. He let out a loud yowl as his tail swept through the fire, giving him enough time to grab the kit and run. He ducked as a flamey-thorn-vine swiped at him, nearly grabbing the kit. By the time they had escaped the forest, it had been burnt down and left in ashes.
"What kind of a sick prank is that, runt?!" His jaws snapped open and shut, yapping words the kit didn't want to hear.
"Mousebrain! You're as much use as a dead fox! Furball! Thundercat!"
With the smallest voice and sound, the kit screamed at the top of it's small lungs.
"Foxheart!"
The tom was frightened and taken back.
He grabbed the kit in his jaws, threatening to push down. Muffled words came out.
"I can crush you in one bite."
The kit screamed more and thrashed in his grip, clawing at his muzzle. "Fine! Fine!!"
He put the kit down-- more like threw down- and once again, asked what the heck was that about.
"What in STARCLAN do you think you were doing?!"
"I-- was having.. fun!" The kit mewed nervously, once again fidgeting with the dirt underneath him.
"You're the worst liar I've heard since I visited Shadowclan," The tom snarled, his eyes narrowed and his teeth bared.
"F-fine, whatever. Um.." Hesitation interrupted his voice.
"My denmates always bullied me for some reason. I don't know why. They called me things like "runt" or "mousedung". I don't understand any of it, but I didn't like it and ran away." The kit gave a small sniff, irritated by the pollen around him.
"Yeah, well, my clanmates used to call me cow, because I look like a cow. What do you think I would do?"
"Um, talk to them about it and why?"
"Are you kidding me? That's not going to help you. I snapped their necks, quick and clean." The kit had a horrified look and looked like he was about to run as far as he could.
"What? It's true."