The sun had set in the skies of Zootopia as a nine year old fox ran excitedly to his destination. Tonight, his hopes and dreams were finally coming true. Tonight, he would set a name for foxes everywhere.
For so long, Nick Wilde had wanted to be a part of something, some sort of pack, but for just as long, he had been ridiculed just because he was a fox. Almost everywhere he went, mammals looked at him as if he was about to steal something from them. No one at school ever wanted to play with him and whenever he tried to join in on other kids’ fun, they either told him to leave them alone, or they left themselves. There was hardly a day that went by where the young kit didn’t come home crying.
His mother was honestly his only friend. She would listen to his problems, hugging him with every tear he cried. She would always reassure him that, someday, things would change for him. She had no doubt her son would change the way the world viewed foxes and would make her the prou