Hope I win :0 Pebble lived in a junkyard, living off of old discarded food and rats. He lived with his mother, who he loved deeply. She was the one who named him after all. He found the hat in the junkyard shortly after his mother got killed by a particularly sharp piece of metal, and he still wears it even though it’s missing an ear, because it reminds him of her. It is his only prized possession, and will fight for it to the death. That’s exactly how he lost his arm. A group of wildcats found him one day as he was near the entrance of the yard (where you sell the scrap material to the guy at the front). Their leader saw his hat and thought it would be a good material to sleep on. He asked for it, and when Pebble refused, they attacked him. He stumbled sideways and hit his front arm on a piece of glass, cutting almost completely off. He fell to the ground, and the wildcats were pretty shaken by the sight. They got out of there fast. Shortly after, Gary, the owner of the junkyard, saw Pebble and ran towards him. He brought him to a nearby vet and got his leg amputated and stitched up. He called Pebble “Scrap” and made him his own prosthetic leg with a drill in it, just in case any other cat tried to threaten him again.
