I’m just your typical ever age teen, nothing much.
Except I’m not.
I climb trees and love to sit and hang around in them, and I make up some cool stuff. I made my own bow from a curved stick and a piece of stretchy rope that bands snow boots together. Me myself? Human. What I did plan to do or what I imagine to be? Simple. A Moth. A fluffy, adorable, and even more fluffy moth. I thought this would be the great character to use since everyone loves them, including me.
Now before you go off saying “yOu’Re A FuRrY!!1!!1”
I am and will forever be a non furry. Insects are different things anyways, besides. I wouldn’t reject my humanity. Like, cmon. God blesses you to be a human being, the top species that is a smart and enduring race that managed to survive harsh conditions, And yet, you want to live your life HUMPING a pink-blue reindeer while you’re dressed as star fox or some shit. Cmon. The Bible itself says that furries are no good. Also im running out of room to write so just ask ab-