Cotton Candy Bab (Art Dump?)

Instructions

BACKSTORY TIME- In Flyte's world, class and social hierarchy revolves around species, and what species is strongest. Big cats are the Kings of the world, wild dogs and coyotes are the elites, regular dogs and foxes are the working class, and cats are the slaves. Flyte was just a regular cat. He was a ginger tom. His life was not the nicest, and he knew it, but he was with the people he loved, and to him that's all that mattered. But then, all of that changed. A group of two foxes and a dog took him away. He tried to resist, but what was he compared to two savage foxes and a huge dog? His mother rushed away and hid his younger siblings, carrying them away as the squealed. His father and older brother, though, were determined to fight. His father, despite his crippled physical state due to old age, leapt onto the dog's face and tore at his eyes. The dog, ignorant to the old cat's blunt claws flung him off with a single, massive paw. Flyte saw his father smash into the wall and crumple to the ground. He didn't get up. His brother hesitated, staring at his father. That was enough for Flyte's captors. They ran, the dog carrying him by his tail, not even noticing his pathetic attempts to squirm free. Eventually, he gave up. He must have fallen asleep, because now he found himself in a new place. A huge tent. He could hear laughing outside. His head span. Something on his paw hurt. He raised it, only to see it drenched in dried blood. He hastily cleaned it off. But as he did, he saw something strange. The fur underneath the blood was no longer a tabby-ginger, but now a light blue. No, it couldn't be... But the more he cleaned, the more the blue fur showed. What had they done to him? He raised both his paws. They were both blue. He panicked and stumbled about, and fell into a barrel of water. He scrambled out, panting. What was going on? What did he do wrong? Where was his family? He cautiously gazed into the barrel of water to see his reflection. A pink and blue cat with hideous red eyes gazed back. He yelped and drew back, and crashed into the floor. "Hey! HEY! What do you think you're doing?". It was the dog, the one who had carried him here. Flyte stayed silent. "Come here, it's show time,". Flyte hesitated. "Wh-what do you mean?". "I mean you're gonna come here and help me sell some stuff out here, or you end up like your father.". Flyte flinched like he had just been clawed in the face. "W-well, w-what are we s-selling?". The dog snorted. "Cotton candy. It's all these stupid kids will buy,". "Why d-do you need m-me?". "You're our mascot now. Just get out there and look cute,". So, Flyte now found himself living at the fair. By day, an innocent and fluffy pink cat that danced and joked. By night, he was just another victim of the higher class, chained and locked up with little to no food and water. Society isn't perfect, and never will be.