Arrella hissed at the intruder, "Get your dirty paws off my parrot!" Sir Percival was struggling underneath the sturdy tom's paws. "Never!" he retorted. Sir Percival was the only living thing to know where the treasure was buried. He was also Arrella's best friend in the whole world. Arrella tried to come up with a plan. "Okay," she thought to herself, "I have to come up with a plan." she got an idea. Arrella launched herself onto a palm tree and onto the back of Sir Percival's attacker. He let go of the bird and fought Arrella. He heaved her over to one side. She was bleeding heavily. She attacked him, claws outstretched. After a while, the tom grew tired. "Alright." he grumbled, "You win.... Sister." he hobbled away from her makeshift camp and into the forest- Design: "Arr"ella Gender/orientation: Female Personality: Adventurous, witty, kind to those she loves. Sir Percival- Male Wholesome, loves crackers *cliché noises intensify* helpful, smart
