Okay, the story's called Crippled Wishes, and the series (assuming it gets to more than a book) will be called Soul of Fighting.
I am a warrior; a fighter of the highest degree. A mrercenary; a soldier; and a stategist; that's who I am. One could even say I am a gladiator; though I am definitely not a slave to any being. Perhaps I am a slave to fighting itself, because, for a time, I could not ignore my primal urges of bloodletting. And perhaps that is why I have been imprisoned in a body that cannot fight any more than it can fly; why I have been condemned to live in this worthless, crippled form for as long as it lives, which unfortunately is too long for my wishes. I have been called by many names in my lifetime, but the one I currently carry, which fits me far better than any name yet, is Raven the Darkfanged, and I am a black fox.
I'm going to try to write in this style for the whole story, but I may start to lean towards an Erin Hunter style. If I start to, please tell me. I want to try this style before I do anything like that.