After being born in 2006 August 2nd, you were a red squirrel, with a cute looking appearence, that has orangish-red/reddish-orange fur with tanish-yellow/yellowish-tan on your body, your father was the infamous squirrel named Conker. After your mother given birth to you and passed away from being shot to death by Don Weaso and her remains are sucked into space by the airlock along with the remains of the Panther King

Despite the past you were still a baby and had your own needs to be taken care of, also today was very late in the late at 11:08 pm at night, and July 8th. You were still awake while your father was looking down at you.

Conker: "So uuhh....what do you want to do kiddo?"

He was debating to call his parents to help him with his one and only child, or to only reveal that he hasn't told them about you or Berri. Hopefully they'll understand about the bullshit he's been through and the long bad fur day.