Pierce Parker was born June 13th, 2016, on a farm owned by a breeder. He hadn't spent much time there, as he'd been bought by a human family at around two or three months of age. For months, they'd kept him, fed him, taken care of him, until one day, they'd all left and never returned. They'd brought only a few bags with them, leaving food and furniture and, most importantly, their serval kitten. Despite the grabbing hands of the children in the family and the constant absence of adults, he had loved them, trusted them, and they'd just left. For weeks, he'd tried to stay there, to support himself, but when he ran out of food, he'd known it was time to leave.

Off to a new place, he had gone, wandered for nonstop for days, until his throat was parched and his paws cracked and bled. Pierce had stopped only once on his journey, continuing onward until he came across a place unlike any other he'd ever been- a place called a "clan", filled with magic and other animals of all kinds. It was there that, at the age of five months, he met a man named Riddlersgame, a man he'd grown attached to almost immediately. Riddlersgame had been almost like a father to him, in his early life, teaching him to read and to write and, when he reached the age of six months, how to hunt and fight. From almost day one, Pierce had had a crush on the far older tom, but when he later found out that the man had a girlfriend, he had gone mad with envy and tried to put a bit of space between the two of them. It was around this time, however, that Pierce was kidnapped by an enemy of their clan, brought into enemy territory where he was then tortured, and nearly murdered, though, lo and behold, his mentor, Riddler, had come to the rescue.

A few months later, Pierce was promoted to second-in-command in his group, a position he'd taken on with great seriousness. Practically raised by the clan and its people, he cared about it almost more than anything else, and he would do his best to protect it. He met a woman, Iselotta, who was a healer in his clan, and she, too, took him under her wing, teaching him her own kind ways, which he, already a considerate young man, took to heart.  Iselotta, or Lottie, had also taught him a bit about medicine, as, though a skilled fighter he was, he was far more interested in helping than harming others.

Almost right after his promotion, Pierce was captured once more, though this attack was longer and more intense, a physically and mentally scarring experience that would stick with him for his whole life. His clan retaliated the capture with a raid, and when his captor was distracted, Pierce had managed to escape his bounds, though not without a nasty brand reading "P.C". To this day, Pierce cannot remember the face nor the name of this captor, but he can still feel her blade splitting his skin and that hot metal pressed against his fur.

For weeks after that, he had been constantly on edge, the memories of his torture haunting him both in waking hours and in his dreams. With new, ugly scars burnt into his vision and the girl's taunting words playing in his head on repeat, Pierce's self-esteem had plummeted, worse than it had ever been, and his sense of safety in his clan, his home, had completely crumbled. The young tom had developed a stutter - one that still arises on occasion, when especially stressed -,