\n\t\t\t\t\trubytechnaSo where to begin, hmm I guess the most realistic and understandable way is to start from the beginning, but wheres the fun in that.
Oh fine, well where it started I came from the birds and the bees.... oh so you don't want it from the very start any more, well okay then, I guess I'll start off where everything went off the beaten track as it were.
So there I was a young little male kit, just your normal white arctic fox in a world where magic is sold and stored in normal every day items, there's wars every where and generally people try and find their place in such a crazy world, and to do that you either accept you have to be a little bit crazy, or just never realize you are.
Though I'm getting a bit ahead of myself, so back to the young adorable and snuggly me who basically claimed every single wagging tail as a challenge to glomp it and cuddle it, so in the end you either let me snuggle your tail or your going to have a crying little kit who just smacked the ground fairly hard.
Basically I was a genius simply for that aspect, so bow down to my cute fluffy cheeks, but I guess this is where you ask, well wheres the interesting bit, I wanted interesting, so like any story there has to be at least a little warm up, so just hold your horses.
So it was coming close to my birthday and I've seen my uncle a few times, and well where this usually ended was, with him and me butting horns over rugby and football, since football, or as Americans call it soccer, I found to be an okay sport but with unsporting players and a general tattle tale rule system that would make them cry like little girls for a penalty.
So from there on my 7th birthday I had a love box covered in rugby print wrapping paper, though strangely it was from my uncle, so I quickly opened it with him watching and snickering as I opened the parcel and low and behold my uncle pretty much wetting himself with laughter as I see a bright pink dress with ribbons and all yucky girl stuff...
So I wasn't amused but I did cheer up after he showed me a taped up rugby ball and his speech about having me to play a baby girls sport, and well later that day I ended up with the dress being pulled over my clothes by a team of highly trained ninjas, also known as my uncle, and well here's where the magic, or well fubar(watch saving private Ryan) happened.
So later that night I was completely tuckered out and well I crashed out on the sofa before being dragged up stairs into my room and getting tucked in, and then the dress was put away in the box to give away as a present to some one else, so it was put on my top shelf and I was slipped into some pajama bottoms
When I woke up in the morning, I woke up about 2 hours before I needed to for school, which was kind of strange after how exhausted I was yesterday, but I felt cold and sweaty, but well when I checked the situation I soon found I had a small accident.
I will be uploading the entire story at the end but what would you guys prefer, one of these a day, or the entire lot uploaded now, also its mature due to the situations that follow the story