Why are foxes and wolves and possums evil? When my mom was a kid, she had a pet wolf named Wolfie, but someone poisoned her with poisoned meat because they didn't like wolves.

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They've always struck me as evil. Possums are plain scary when they hiss! And wolves, foxes, and (now) dogs are going to be evil. I'm more of a cat person so the cats are good and sworn enemies of the canines. Felines vs. canines.  

I suppose I could have like, some good dogs and some bad ones. I guess each species could have some good some bad. 

This sounds awesome.

Animal species: Fox

Clan: You didn't name any, so I'll make one: Woodroamers.

Good or bad: *coughgasp* Really? Evil. Duh.

Gender: F

Name: Sinala

Age: 21 seasons

Personality: Very sly, and charming. She is friends with many in the Windwalker clan, although in truth is a spy. However, she is so convincing and decpetive, that none suspect.

Appearance: Her long ginger fur has a slight brown tint to it, but the tip of her tail is pure white without a single red hair. On her face, around her nose white fur lines it.

Other (powers, relationships, stereotypes): She will discover that she can control fear. She is currently dating a cat of the Windwalker clan. (someone can make him) Many Windwalkers fear that she is trying to lure them into some sort of trap, but her boyfriend sticks up for her.

Here, I meant to help with the worldbuilding, but totally forgot.

History: Many moons ago, so long ago that no teller can remember the exact number, all species lived in union and harmony. Than an owlet named Storm Wind was born. He was strong, smart, and always cared for everybody, no matter what their species.

Soon he fell in love with a beuatiful raptor named Silvania, which, in the toungue of raptors means: She who looks like the Moon. And she did. She had the brilliant white feathers of a dove, the sharp eyes of an osprey, the light build of a sparrow, but with the fierce speed and strength of an owl.

Storm Wind was so deeply in love with her, and she loved him, but there was a problem. She was already the mate of another. And was about to have hatch a clutch. Storm Wind told Silvania and himself that they could wait for the next season, but instead, he brooded. 

When he saw their three chicks: Destiny, Allknowing, and Swiftwings, he became jealous. They were gifted with strange abilities, and he was bitter that he was not their father. He could have had fame and glory! And at the birth of the chicks, Silvania's heart was gone from Storm Wind's possesion forever.

Destiny knew what had come to pass, what was happening at that moment, and what was to come. It was she that became the first teller. Allknowing had all knowledge at his disposole, and Swiftwings was the fastest, strongest bird there ever was, and ever would be.

The day they were born was the day the first seed of evil was planted. Storm Wind was so furious. He devised an evil plot to bring Silvania back to him, and keep the owlets under his control forever.

A couple weeks later, he stole out under the cover of dawn, when they would be asleep. When he came to the nest: there he was. The one who had stolen everything from him. He lept up and swooped down onto Silvania's mate. 

Her mate thrashed, shaking Storm Wings off. "You fool!" He thundered. Rain began to fall around them. "You, a foolish mortal have dared to disturb my rest. I am the Thunderbird."

Storm Wind began to quake. If this bird was telling the truth ... he was truly cursed. Thunder began to rumble as the rain fell harder. But Silvania and the owlets did not move a muscle.

"You may have my bride. But not without a price." Lightning flashed as Storm Wing called out, "Anything!"

"Here is my price: No owl will ever bear fruit again, until the coming of the future, knowledge, and strength. And there is another price that I have not decreed, but will come to pass because of your evil actions."

Storm Wing's heart filled with dread. He had not meant for this to happen. He had simply meant to- "Murder me? Oh, yes, that would have been quite effective if I had not been one born of magic."

Storm Wing screeched in dismay. The Thunderbird could read his thoughts. The evil seed which had been planted in his heart had grown, flourished, and now was spreading it's seeds and dying.

Now Storm Wing felt a wave of guilt, and gave himself up to the storm. Of he went, over the edge of the nest, and died, his broken body at the bottom.

"You never did hear my last words." The Thunderbird said softly. "Evil will spread, because of the small seed planted in you."

Now what did happen to those other seeds? They fell into the hearts of other creatures- and created a few, too.