Believe it or not, I used to be part of a good fox tribe. My father Elbirret, son of Elbirroh. Was not only kind. But was a great warrior.Our tribe lived in peace until, when i was scarcely five seasons old, an evil corsair- fox called Redfang was dragged before my father. He wanted to fight Elbirret to the death for our tribe. My father accepted and Redfang lost. However, Elbirret could not kill a defeated creature and Redfang ran free. He was very angry that Elbirret had defeated him, so he ran to the nearest Otter holt and brutally murdered their skipper. Redfang left a talisman that had our tribes symbol on it. The Otters thought that we had killed their skipper so the next day at dawn they ambushed our tribe and killed all but me. I lost track of time but the next thing i remember was a gang of stoats were rummaging in the wreackage and came across me. They looked after me and during this time i grew to hate and despise goodbeasts. When i was old enough i left to become a corsair. I soon became feared amonst the vermin crews for my fighting abilities. I became a captain and i owned the ship "Seaskimmer". I chose a crew of the toughest badbeasts i could find and we set off, killing goodbeasts wherever we went. One windy day when i wasnt steering,we ran aground near Salamandastron. Most of the crew was killed by hares. But me and a small group of six escaped into the marshes. There a further three were lost in the mud and another two where taken by toads and newts. When we finally managed to get out of the marshland there was only me and my steersrat Raptail. The one that got us into this mess. Raptail died from dryditch fever and i was left alone. I wandered around until i ran out of food. Then i ambushed a small tribe if Guosim shrews, killed them all, took their supplies and took their logboat. I then just let the boat take its own course and ended up at Fort Nightshade. And, well, thats my story up to now.