After my parents and sibblings died I joined a pack of weasels and ferrets who were bloodthirsty and slayed any one that got in there way. They also trained me. Every day! I fought in many battles with them. We never lost until one day a group of woodlanders attacked led by a badger. I jabbed my sword through a moles neck. Then beheaded an otter. I pumped a mouse full of arrows. He was a pin cushion. I fought like a madbeast slaying everybeast that i could get my hands on. Then I saw the badger kill my friend. I charged him with great speed he slashed my eye with his claws. But I cut him down he fell with a Thump! Then I looked around all my horde was dead the woodlanders let me live because i was young. I spit on the leaders face though so they threw me in a river and I woke up on a shore near fort nighshade.