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Percival
Goes By:
Percy
Age:
Six years
Rank:
Crasher's hunter
Family:
Sister - deceased
Eyes:
Gold
Fur:
White with spots
of tan and dark grey
Strengths:
Adventurous,
kindhearted, dependable,
careful, poised
Weakness:
Prone to feeling
inadequate, sensitive,
stays away from
responsibility
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An explorer at heart, Percy was often on the receiving end of worried chastisement when he'd slither home at the end of the day, white pelt coated in mud and those bright golden eyes sparkling while pictures of his day filtered through his memory. His parents tried to curb him of this, telling him frightening stories of what lay beyond the borders of safety. Percy listened intently, but it only made him more curious. He'd keep on trekking through the woods. It was because of this that the pair left their home. Percy's need for sightseeing kept him from settling well in his family's pack. He knew his destiny was somewhere on the horizon, and Amelia tagged along with him. The life of a loner proved to be too much. After a hunting accident which left Amelia down an eye, a leg, and an ear and Percy with a folded ear, a right shoulder that would never grow fur again, and a mountain of guilt he struggled to shoulder, they joined another pack. The male swore to never mess up again, and topples under any added responsibility. This fitted him with the position of hunter, which sweet, careful, and kindhearted Percy has come to accept. Even now, he still comes home at the end of the day covered in debris with bright eyes and a swinging tail.