Raised by NO ONE, I was alone and very exposed. I spent most of my .s starving untill one day I found a mini-snack, near the warm spot I was dropped off at. In three pounces I have him, one bite he's gone. I notice the blood on my claws and name my self Bloodshed, because I shed so much vole blood. I forgot to take a moment to respect the life I took! Oh well. When I was 2 years old I ventured into Moonspear Pack territory. They threw me out by rallying the whole pack and chasing me to the point i had a heart attack, well away from their home grounds. I realized no one wanted me. So I came here