You are Human. You are a Man.
You are the forgotten, the un-loved child of nature. Your mouth is not adorned with the fangs of your enemy; small and delicate fingers are in your hands, instead of the claws you are going to face. You are a hairless, slow, squishi creature exiled from the forest, deserts, mountains, jungles, oceans and skies the rest of the beast of creation roams. So how could you fight? how could you win?.
You win in your weakness. You are a white page, a free canvas. You are the heir of kings and builders and artist. They, they are the works of this world, his master pieces, but you, oh, you mold and sculpt the world itself.
You will build your own forest, your own mountains and deserts. AND THEY WILL BE BETTER. Seek the claws and fangs of your enemies, seek their weapons. Learn from them, be inspired by them, so you can say "No, this could be better!". Learn to wear a better armor than a turtle, so then you can wiled better claws than a bear. Walk the earth, plow the land, dig the mountain, dive in the oceans and cross through the sky in your own wings and feets. And when they come to test your mettle, show them your world, the world you imagine, and then force in reality; Nature has shown you his marvels, and you found them wanting.
You already started. You saw it, the invisible, the inexistent, you saw what things are, and knowing what they could be, you set yourself to make them true. God's speed, brother!
Well, all of that was me trying to say that you should take advantage that, in contrast of the rest of hte furries, you can do and wear and craft whatever you want. They probably are stronger or faster than you, but you know it, so take advantage of that: think ahead, know that you are always in the loosing side, and outsmart them.
The first text was to cheer and support your campaing (English is my second langauje, so I must beg forgiveness for any mistakes)