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Not really. I could say that Furries are a OneDirection subculture if I wanted to, based on the logic you've given. (Not saying I gave more.)
...Ehh... Do I have to??
But you forget! This is the internet! Women are all men. Children are cops. Furries are... Stereotyped. Y'know, that stereotype. Same with bronies.
...And that! Mark my words, I shall win this debate! (I won't.)
So what about media like Sonic the Hedgehog, Donkey Kong, Mickey Mouse, Star Fox, Thundercats, or anything like that?
No. Just... No. We're fans of a show. Furries are... different. That's like calling someone who likes Sonic the Hedgehog a furry. Which is...
"I... I failed you. I let you d-die..." He replied. "...I was a horrible husband..."
Narrowleaf sighed. "Oh..." He mumbled. "Brisk... I'm s-sorry..."
"Brisk... Are you... Back to life?" Narrowleaf asked, turning to face the real Brisk. (Hello? Anyone? Please?)
(Wat.) Narrowleaf sniffed the air. "Alright. It's you." He said.
"No. I won't fall for it. I..." Narrowleaf replied. "...I'm not afraid!!" - - Auto Merge - - "No. I won't fall for it. I..." Narrowleaf replied....
Narrowleaf countered, biting the changeling's throat. "Bite me." He cackled. - - Auto Merge - - Narrowleaf countered, biting the changeling's...
Narrowleaf shoved him away, running to be beside Brisk. "Who the buck are you?!" He asked.
"Brisk!!" Narrowleaf called, running to her. "I... I love you!"
"I don't know what to believe." Narrowleaf responded, genuine sadness in his tone. "Is... Is it true?" (G'Night, Eluuna.)
"Why? Y-You don't love me..." He replied.
Narrowleaf got up. "B-Brisk..?!!" He called.
Narrowleaf began to sob. "Y-You lie..." He mumbled. "Y-You're all liars..."
"So she doesn't..." Narrowleaf dropped to the ground, trembling.
"Wh-What do you mean..?" He asked, disheartened.
