Percy-New Loner, Former Kittypet

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P E R C Y
And when we get home,
I know we won't be home at all,
This place we live,
it is not where we belong

Age
48 moons
Gender
Tom
Clan
Loner, but former kittypet
Rank
Loner

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Exterior.

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Summary
When you take a look at Percy, you know he isn't a normal cat. He is above all cats classified as normal. His pelt isn't the least bit dirty, and it's pure white color stands out from the deep greens and browns of the forest. He has medium long fur, and not a mat or ruffle in sight. If you look into his eyes, you will be greeted with a glorious explosion of amber, gold, and mahogany. He has a dainty build, not yet adapted to the hard working life as a loner and too used to the soft life of a pampered kittypet.
Pelt
Long, pure white strands of silk
Eye
Amber with a glisten of gold and mahogany
Body
Normal size, but weak build
Special
Nothing to ad here

Interior.

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Summary
Fancy pants. Thats all there is to Percy. He is a cat bred and raised in England, complete with an accent of authenticity. He was pampered with only the finest delacacies such as fresh seafood and cooked heart and liver. Then he was shipped here and sold. He has created a dislike for anycat less great then he. Any cat under the "upper class". Percy is not afraid to speak his mind either. He has no tolerance what-so-ever for nonsense, and does not believe in having a "wild side." But, unlike some cats, he uses his brain, and this can get him out of some crazy situations.
Positive
Smart
Thinks before he acts
Negative
No "wild side"
Can be crude to other cats
Doesn't take other cat's feelings into account
Likes and Dislikes
Likes:
-Fresh fish
-Other expensive foods
-England
Disklikes:
-Rambuctious cats
-Dirt
-Dirty cats
-Being unclean himself
-Dry food
-His brother Zeke (whose bio. will be created soon)
-Other cats disagrees with him

History.

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Story
Early Life
It was a cold night in England. In the comfort of a tiled bathroom coated with luxury towels, a litter of three were born. They were named Percy, Zebediah (later changed to Zeke), and Warren. Percy was the calm one, only letting out a few pitiful meows when he was brought into this world. The young kitten's shining white coat was licked dry first, as he was the immediate favorite. His tiny chest rumbled with pleasure. Zebediah was the adventurer. His tiny newborn belly rose and fell as he rambled around on his unsteady legs. Warren didn't make a sound. He was silent, and lay in a heap. When their mother was done with Percy, he was cold and shivering. Unfortunatley, he was beyond the point of being saved.

A few days after birth, Zebediah and the father cat, Russel, were carefully shipped by plane to Austrailia, but not to worry, they will come back into Percy's life in good time. Percy on the other hand was nurtured and spoiled in his over sized home. He was fed fresh fish from the market and occasionally cooked heart or liver. To drink, he was given cream, which he lapped up eagerly. He grew in size and his coat became glossier and his fuzzy kitten fur grew into a silken gown. His mother was wise, and taught him the ways of the twolegs and other things he should know. But what he didn't know, and would later find out, was that he was taking everything for granted. That every cat's life wasn't a vacation.

Mid-Life
Percy continued to grow, increasing in size and knowledge. His twolegs allowed him outside, and on accaion he left his place by the hearth and took a stroll along the sidewalk, never tredding on the grass. He was acquainted with the neighboring cats, some pampered like himself, some not so much. He avoided the alleys, where mangy cats with their skins clenching their bones would throw insults and other comments to him. One day, he was reunited with Zebediah. His father had been hit by a car. This didn't greatly upet him, because he hadn't known his father very well. Zebediah had picked up a Aussie accent, from being sent there so early, and was still the rambunctious adventurer. He no longer went by Zebediah, but by Zeke. One warm day in greenleaf, Zeke and Percy were taken and shipped somewhere unknown to them, and sent to live with a new pair of twolegs.

At this new nest, Zeke and Percy were cared for by a couple of twolegs, a male and a female. The male was tall and kind to them, feeding and brushing them. Zeke didn't enjoy the brushing so much, but Percy loved it. It was about the only spoiling he got at the new home. As for the female, she had a smaller frame, but had a pointed nose and wrinkled face, and didn't want any part with the cats, avoiding them as much as possible. Once, Percy had jumped onto the table to get a bite of good-smelling twoleg food, and she had come at him with a broom, screaming angry words at him! Percy had leapt down and hid in the closet, his new-found place to hide and sleep. In the dark closet, there was a pile of comforters not being used by the twolegs and the silky white cat found it comfortable to sleep on. The cold season of leaf-bare seemed to drag on and on, and the kind twoleg came down with a cough, spending most of the day in bed.

One morning, Percy woke to the scent of fear and death, and a siren shrieking in his ears. Fur standing on end and tail poofed twice it's size, he leapt up from his bed of comforters and dashed into the open, just in time to see the tallest twoleg being wheeled away on a rolling twoleg nest. His other twoleg was wailing nearby, and neighboring twolegs looked on from their yards. Feeling a odd sympathy for the sobbing twoleg, he crept from where he was standing and went to her side, dabbing at her pant-leg with his dainty front paw. She looked down at him and anger flared in her eyes. She began mumbling words of disgust and gave him a little boot with her shoe. Percy stepped back a little and meowed in suprise, looking up at her. She then picked him up and threw him out, locking the door. He was no longer accepted there. Where was he to turn? He has now to face the dangers of the wild, a world completly new to him. A world he's afraid to conquer alone.

Birth
Born in a litter of three, but his brother Warren died early, leaving only Zeke and himself.
Dreams
Make his way back to England somehow.

Other.

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Picture

Codeword
I love the world!
Author's note
Just think fancy pants. XD
His brother Zeke's {Zebediah} bio is coming very very soon, as they will be partners in crime. It'll be cool, just wait n' see. =D

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[Winter]

Nice, Accepted.