Racoon

3/3 (xxx) ♂

Mate: Wren

Cannon kids: N/A

The fundamentals of whether one is good or bad have been fought over for the entirety of existence. Often the verdict decided through the eyes of strangers and those who did not face the choices of those who committed said actions. The verdict of opinion lies with those on the outside looking in, but to the one who is being judged the outcome may be dramatic in change. Racoon is among those who would argue against the label placed upon him if time had not wore away at his resolve. An impossible choice made from desperation and need to survive creating a continued but lonely existence.

A wanderer and recluse Racoon does not waist time on trying to clear his name when he never stays long enough to care. Faded memories of a kind mother and rowdy littermates haunt his waking thoughts while the nightmares of teeth and frost tear at his unconsciousness. Whispers of 'murderer' or 'untrustworthy' float about when he travels into the citys alleyways with moons of conversation twists the story further. Shadows of other cats retreating around corners as if his presence alone was a curse.

The day had been going well in all accounts until a distant barking began. No longer was Racoon scavenging behind the two-leg shop, but the hot wind turned sharp and chilled, his lanky legs dwarfed once more by youth, and then he was running. Lungs burning as the tom tore through the streets with only ghosts in pursuit. There was no were for him to run. His mind remanding him that there was nothing left for him to return to too. With only his adrenaline driving him the tom found himself scrambling up into a sleeping monster. Praying the ghosts could not follow. Perhaps its destination will lead him to kinder lands with cats who do not know of his past. Racoon does not believe himself bad or evil, just scared and far to young for the choices and fate he has already been dealt.