My heart thumped against the metal in my body. I had just watched my parents being murdered. They refused for them (the marked ones) to take them in and give them robotic parts. I ran though the grass. Crying. My feet were only metal, my snout metal, my tail metal, I could never feel grass between the pads of my paws or ever feel the dewy grass in the morning brush against my nose. I could hear the metal of the other predators clinking behind me, the robotic parts did give me an advantage to run faster, but it gave the same advantage to the other robotic predators as well. I dove into a hole. Hoping the other robots didn't see me. I whimpered real soft. I wanted to be laying between my mom and dad. Their tails brushing my ginger fur. But now my fur was blue and falling out. I heard the feet plummeting over the top of hole that I was hidden in. I sink deeper, and gave a soft sniffle. I wiped my eyes with my paws. I curled up and fell asleep.
  I woke up to find the earth was throwing a tantrum. Her tears made the hole damp and cold, and her shouting shook the ground. I started crying again and tucked my tail in between my legs. I wanted my mom to tell me I was going to be fine, and my dad telling me to act like a grown fox. But they were both dead. Both gone. I trembled at these thoughts, I couldn't help myself and I started to throw a tantrum along with the earth. I a young fox. Just learning the outdoors, was suddenly without an parents, was replaced with robotic parts, and learning how to survive the hard way. I figured I needed some fresh air and went outside of the hole to even more harsh cold rain, it was washing the blue out of my fur, but was also making me loose more of it, I moved quickly, swaying from not being used to robotic parts. I criss crossed  in between trees. I continued to run. For I was never safe. Nobody would help me. I was alone, all alone. For a long time  I didn't care I was running at maximum speed. For the only thoughts that came in my head were of which I had no parents, I would believed as a thief, a liar and unloved. Rage started flowing through my veins. That bird, the flaming bird. Was going to die. Even if I had to kill people to kill him. My name is vixen furskin and I will never have parents, will never be loved, and die as a failure.