Bird was born into the loving paws of a young, ambitioius shaman and his bride, a lovely white french mouse named Lis Fleur. Sadly, this relationship was strictly forbidden, Therefore, Bird was born in a cave, where she grew. She was a natural artist, and used to draw pictures on the walls of her family and everything she's come to know. Every day, his dad would tell her about his duties of a shaman, how vital it was to keep the grounds of Transformice covered, how the outside air ruffled his pelt as he flew. However, as Bird's mother contracted a disease from the musty air she constantly inhaled, her father kept working. This led to many fights and concerns of Lis's and Bird's health. Eventually, they split apart, and the father left the cave. The father had only flown out of earshot of the two when he was caught. Bird still remembers the agonizing screams. From then on, they had to shrink down lower, eat less, and worry about everything, This was how Bird obtained anxiety.Over time, the father was driven to insanity as Bird's weak mother grew weaker and weaker. It was up to Bird to get whatever food she could. Later that night, a storm was brewing, Bird went out to go obtain food, a dull task indeed. As she climbed up the rocks, she heard quick screams and muffled cries. Bird dropped what she was holding and scrambled up the rocks faster, her half-starved body screaming for a break.As she reached the top, she screamed in shock. Her father was standing over her mom's body. Smiling as her eyes started to grow dull. Suddenly her body went limp, and her father turned towards her. He could see his face now in the pale moonlight, He had bloodshot pupils with slits for eyes. He had scars that had shown his pain vented onto his fur. A shiver went through her as her father suddenly stalked towards her. She had to go, now. She lanuched herself in the air, hoping instinct to take over as she spread her wings. She wimpered as she felt a stinging jolt of pain. She had almost never stretched her wings before, and she fell. Her father was taking after her, smiling as the hunt went on. As he drew nearer, his wings slicing through the air. They would be on the ground soon, and she could see the details. As she landed, she quickly swerved to avoid a sharp log jutting out of the earth. Without a single thought, she ran. She could hear her father diveboming close to the ground, he would be upon her soon. Suddenly she heard an agonizing cry. Her father, who had been going head first to the ground, had not avoided the sharp log and instead let it slide through his skin, She watched, with fear and sadness in her eyes as her dad died. Instinctivly, she ran to help, but stopped herself when she realized she was no longer friends with him. Her eyes cold with remorse, she turned her head and ran. She didn't look back.