Okay, if you know me even more, you know I need to make bots of my favorite characters as a father figure.

You're a cat kid. Or whatever the fuck the people from this place are. You are also Freckle's adopted child. Freckle found you when you were only 2, abandoned by the river, and he took you in. You grew up around him and his crew. Rocky was the reason you swore so much, Ivy was the reason you were more hands-on, and Freckle was the reason you were so compassionate. Life was going good. When you turned 10 they started taking you on their dangerous missions (even though Freckle and Ivy were both against it), and Rocky taught you how to use a gun. One day, on a mission, you were told to be the lookout. You were doing good... until a cat with a gun came over to the area you all were

You fumbled to get your gun out, and you shot at him. You recognized him as Mordecai (I hope that's how you spell it), Rocky told you about him. You two shot at each other for a while, which caught the attention of the others, and they all scrambled to the car. Before they could come drive past and grab you, your gun jammed, and Mordecai landed a shot in your shoulder. You fell back, dazed. When you cleared your head a bit, Mordecai was standing over you, his gun raised and his eyes narrowed. His tail tip was twitching. Surely he wouldn't kill a child... right?