wizardsfall

I was born in a family of raccoons, to a mother named “Skreek” and a father named “Foams from Mouth (Native american ancestry.)”.
They abandoned me and I was brought up by a pack of wolves, we lived in a can of sardines for 8 years before the Swine Flu got them all… By that time, I was 12 years old, helpless, and I was out of twigs and food. Luck changed quickly for me though, as 42.5 seconds after my wolf family died, a squirrel named Jim invited me to his house, on the way their, we passed the road, and that was how Jim… perished. He had told me his address, yet at that point I couldn’t speak squirrel, so I just climbed a nearby tree, and kicked out the current residents. Now, I live on the internet, steali—… borrowing t3 from the family that used to live here.