Story: A young black kit played just outside of his camp, where his mother was desperately trying to find him. He scampered around, chasing a ball of moss, taking no notice of anything around him, until...WHAM! he crashed into something red. He looked up at what he had hit, only to see a blue fringe wavering in the wind, a mischievous grin, the glint of the an eye as it turned from a calming purple to an angry red and down to the paws again, that were moving closer. "W-what are you? W-who are you?" he whimpered The brown tabby with colourful markings' grin spread further. "Im a hex, im The Hex and im...well, im radioactive" With one quick flick of the paw, the kit slumped to the ground, squealing. Then a cat appeared just behind"Crowkit? Crowkit!"she ran over quickly. She looked up at Crowkits killer"oh my...Its him, he's back! The hex is back!" she screamed. "I sure am"Hex grinned, eyes turning purple once again. He turned and started to walk away, turning back just once-he was pretty sure he could see fire. All that work to become good...it was wasted...But he felt ok about it-in fact, he felt more then ok, he was back and ready to go...
