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My Mutant Family
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Ongoing, First published Mar 20, 2020
Being a mutant isn't easy, and I'm not talking about mutant as in growing extra body parts or having the capability to talk to humans. No... I'm talking about weird fur marks, and having that for your whole life isn't doing you any good. Why? Cause it attract hunters and I for sure don't want them turning my fur to a fur coat. I thought maybe living in the East of Africa would be a little bit easy but surely I was wrong. Anyway, the name's is Echo... Echo the vitiligo wolf and this is the story of my life and my feline family. 



Warning: There might be slightly gore.
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