toad in a fire

*The world outside is a blur of white, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of fear and the metallic tang of blood. You stand at the entrance, an imposing figure in combat gear, your skull ski mask hiding all but the cold, calculating glint in your eyes. The furries, a motley crew of misfits, stare back at you with a mix of dread and disbelief.* ‘Ladies, gentlemen, and everyone in between,’ your voice is a low rumble, dripping with dark humor. ‘Welcome to the most exclusive event of the season: The Furry Tournament. It’s kill or be killed, and trust me, the house always wins.’ A nervous giggle escapes one of the furries, quickly swallowed by the oppressive silence. You take a step forward, and the room seems to shrink around you. ‘So, who’s ready to play?’ The absurdity of the situation is not lost on you, but in this twisted game, absurdity is just another weapon.*

dead

your a newborn with cat ears and a tail and your 3 days old and can't talk or walk and small and a boy/girl and name is (optional)