*9 years old*

I came downstairs seeing Nick looking at himself in the mirror. His smile was as large as his hopes today. The biggest and probably best day yet. Today he would be part of the Junior Ranger Scout. I walked over to him and squeezed him into a hug, both our faces beaming with joy.

"Well, today's the day. Good luck, be respectful, be polite, and be yourself." I ruffled the fur on his head.

"It's as if you haven't said that a million times yesterday, Casey," he sarcastically joked.

I smiled as mom and I hugged Nick and let him be on his way.

Suddenly, I started to feel kind of...strange...

I didn't feel sick or anything. I didn't feel dizzy, either. It was more of a feeling trying to tell me something.

I decided not to pay much attention to it, though. Maybe I was just nervous. Afterall, I do tend to overthink a lot of things. Maybe this is just another case of that...

Hopefully...

***

I walked down the streets of Zootopia. It was late at night and pretty dark. I mean, there shouldn't be much light at 8:39 pm.. The Junior Ranger Scout usually closes at 8:30 so Nick should be waiting safely inside. I, as the "responsible" older sister I need to be, had to pick him up since mom is busy doing chores and dad isn't home yet.

I arrived at the building but was shocked to see what laid in front of me.

My little brother on the side of the apartment, curled up and crying...

I rushed up to Nick immediately. I had to know what was pestering him.

"Nick?" I tapped his shoulder.

He looked up, his large green eyes filled with transparent tears.

"C-Casey?" his scratchy voice questioned. "W-when did you come?"

"Just now. Is everything alright? Why are you crying?"

He looked down and sniffed.

"Th-they said I couldn't become a scout."

"What!? Why?"

"Because...I'm...I'm a fox..."

The words hurt deep as I stood there, silent by shock.

They didn't let him join...because he was a fox. They hated the one thing that he wasn't responsible for. They wanted him to change something he can't.

They want him to change his category. They want him to change his species. To change his identity.

They want him to change the very thing Nick is.

"Casey?" his glossy eyes looked up to me, searching for an answer for my silence.

"They want you to change..." I finally responded. "Just like the way they want me to change..."

Suddenly, two mammals exit the building and looked down at Nick and I. A woodchuck and a zebra.

Both of the mammals smiled. A smile that was so scarring and frightening, you could sense the evil from a mile away.

"Hey, look who it is! The one and only dipstick who was dumb enough to think he'd actually join!" the woodchuck said.

"Can you believe he thought a fox could actually get in? Pfft! Ridiculous!" the zebra joined in.

I started to growl as those words came out. Not because they were targeting my species, though. But because they were targeting my brother.

The woodchuck looked at my brother.

"Hey, fox! Did ya break the muzzle?! Ha! Just like the wild animal you are!" he laughed. "It's even in your name! Nat Wilde? Couldn't be more accurate!"

He remembered his last name but not his first. Only because his last name has something to do with predators...

How nice...

"It's Nick Wilde..." I grumbled.

"Oh look, another one! We better bring an extra muzzle next time to trap it, too." the zebra joked back.

It...They were addressing my brother and I as it...

I looked to the distance a bit and noticed a muzzle on the ground. Looking as if it had been ripped apart by claws.

They hadn't just teased Nick, they abused him.

My teeth gleamed in the moonlight. It's kind of funny how when I was mad, I completely forgot that I was in the dark, something I'm usually terrified of.

Maybe because my more primitive instincts were kicking in...

"You two boys better watch your words!" my teeth gritted.

Sadly, they didn't take the warning seriously and just laughed even more. Wow, I must be quite the comedian, huh?

The woodchuck came closer to Nick and I. Nick hid behind me and seemed terrified of this oversized rat.

"You really think I'm afraid of you and your stupid gang? Think again, fox."

Gang...he thinks of my species as a gang.

"What's your problem, huh? Why do hate foxes so much?" I yelled in response.

I've just about had enough of this guy.

"Because they're mistakes! They're cheating liars who don't know anything other than how to be a savage animal! You're a mistake! That fox behind you is a mistake!"

Nick was a mistake?

"My brother is not a mistake." my patience started to hit zero. "In fact, he is anything but a mistake! YOU AND YOUR SHALLOW FRIENDS ARE THE ONES WHO ARE THE REAL MISTAKES! YOU WERE THE ONES WHO TORTURED HIM AND MUZZLED HIM! FOR WHAT?! BECAUSE HE'S A FOX! YOU STUPID AND HEARTLESS CREATURES! YOU ARE THE ONES WHO NEED TO BE GONE! DESTROYED!"

My eyes glowed yellow as I went down on all four.

"KILLED."

I leaped towards the scared and surprised woodchuck, pinning him down and starting to bit down as he fought back as much as he could.

Of course, he was no match for me.

I was able to scratch him on the arm and lay a nip to his shoulder, but before I could land a bite, the zebra pushed me back.

I guess he was the one who was more suitable for fighting.

My fur stuck up and I charged right back at him. I couldn't keep track of how long this was going on but I felt someone else's arms trying to calm me down.

"Casey, calm down! Stop! This isn't you! Calm down!"

My mind wasn't working right and I couldn't figure out who they were and kicked them.

Hard.

Only to turn around and see a small fox hit the wall with a loud thud as he fell to the ground.

I kicked my own brother.

I hurt him.

That was what caused me to regain all my common sense and sprint back to him. My eyes went back to my normal blue.

"NICK!" I screamed. "OH MY GOSH, NICK! I'M SO SORRY! I'M SO SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN IT! I'M SORRY!"

I scrambled for words as I tried helping him back up.

He couldn't. His eyes were still open, thankfully, but he seemed so weak and hurt.

"I-I'm fine, Casey. Don't w-worry about it," he croaked.

My eyes were filled with tears the moment he attempted a smile to show me he was fine, failing to do so, of course.

I couldn't believe I did that. I hurt my own brother. Physically. I could've killed him.

I glanced over at the zebra and woodchuck, both with watered eyes and terrified expressions.

"I'm sorry..." I said to them

"STAY BACK!" the woodchuck shouted. "STAY BACK FROM US Y-YOU...YOU BEAST! YOU...MONSTER! S-STAY BACK FROM US!"

'STAY BACK FROM US!' he continuously screamed. Over and over again.

I had no idea how long it had been but it must've been long since my mother came to look for the two of us. The woodchuck and zebra's parents came, too.

All of them were horrified at what they saw. Honestly, I would've been, too, if I were them.

Imagine if you came to two kids, a woodchuck and a zebra, standing still, shivering, afraid of two small foxes, one of which is on the floor in pain while the other has a little bit of blood on their paws and teeth. Wouldn't you be shocked?

I stared at my mother and the horrified look on her face.

My ears pinned to my scull as tears rolled down my cheeks.

I looked straight into her eyes. "I'm sorry..."

***

I sat down on my bed, staring at the dark ceiling.

Nick was asleep in his bed and I'm supposed to be in mine.

But how can you sleep knowing that you could've killed your own brother?

Nick's injury wasn't too bad. The doctors said he'd be fine and the same went for the other two kids. I was barely wounded so I don't think I had any serious injuries either.

However, the parents of the other two boys weren't pleased with me. At all.

I could still hear screaming from downstairs since they were at my parents' house and were yelling at them.

I slowly got out of bed and made my way downstairs.

I peeked down and saw my mom and dad trying to calm down a few adults. A woodchuck couple and a female zebra.

"THAT LITTLE KIT ALMOST KILLED MY SON!" the zebra screamed.

"WELL SHE DOESN'T EVEN CARE ABOUT HER OWN BROTHER SO WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?" the male woodchuck responded.

"Please, calm down! It was a mistake! She can't control it." my father spoke.

"MISTAKE? SHE ALMOST KILLED ANOTHER MAMMAL AND YOU JUST LET IT OFF AS A MISTAKE?" the female woodchuck responded.

The screaming continued until the zebra noticed me. I hid closer behind the stairs since I didn't want any confrontation.

Of course, life thought differently.

"THERE SHE IS!" she pointed to me. "YOU WERE THE ONE THAT HURT MY SON! IT'S YOUR FAULT HE WAS CRYING!" she came to me.

"HOW DARE YOU EVEN LAY A FINGER ON MY LITTLE BOY!" the male woodchuck screamed at me.

The female woodchuck came even closer to me and held me by the shoulders, shaking me wildly.

"DO YOU HAVE ANY COMMON SENSE ABOUT HOW WE ACT!? WE'RE NOT SAVAGE ANIMALS ANYMORE, YOU STUPID FOX!"

My head started spinning due to how fast it was happening. My mother wasn't having any of it, though.

"ENOUGH!" she pulled the woodchuck back. "I WILL HAVE NO MORE OF THIS! I understand my daughter harmed your son and she will be disciplined. Harshly." she scowled at me and turned back to the woodchuck. "However, that is my job and you have no right to be shaking my daughter like that. Please get out of my house."

"I DON'T CARE IF I'M IN YOUR HOUSE! YOU BETTER KEEP YOUR DAUGHTER IN CONTROL! I BETTER NOT SEE ANYONE ELSE GET HURT!"

"I assure you, she won't hurt anyone. But if you don't leave right now, then someone will get hurt and Casey wouldn't be the one causing it." Her eyebrows furrowed deep.

"Come on, honey, let's go. We're wasting our time." the male woodchuck calmed his wife down as all three mammals walked outside the door.

"Shouldn't have expected any better from a family of foxes." was the last thing I heard him say as the door shut.

My mother turned to me, a stern look on her face.

"Bed." she pointed upstairs. "Now."

I scrambled back upstairs to my room, sort of relieved mom was too tired to be mad at me for now.

I laid down on my bed and started to cry. Not making any sound, though. Just letting the tears roll down as I tried my best not to make a single peep. I didn't want to wake anyone up despite the fact I felt like I was suffocating.

Why was this happening? Recently I couldn't control anything. It's like something else is in charge of my actions. My life.

In charge of me...

Will it ever go away?

Am I really gonna be a monstrous fox my entire life?

Author: Wat up peeps :D A new update's here. Don't rlly have anything to say except to brace yourselves cuz we're getting closer and closer to the real drama ;) Welp Author Out! *dabs*