Fuji

Fuji was always known to be quite even tempered and calm, next to his sister. She was more of a leader, he was more of a follower, and they enjoyed it that way. They were taken into Groyal's pride as a gift, and raised there ever since. Unlike his sister, his loyalty to Groyal's pride was outstanding. He took his job quite seriously, and was trained quite well by Pinkerton. Pinkerton seemed to take a liking to him far more than Kane, of course, so he would give him a little extra training on the side. Kane had it out for him from the beginning; often trying to upstage him. Obviously he wanted to make sure he found his place, but this did not unsettle Fuji.

Not because he felt he was more powerful than Kane, even if it was true, or anything of the sort...Because what would happen, would happen, and he would accept that regardless. As long as he could still somehow be with his sister. Or at least see her...That was all that matered to him. He simply went with the flow on things, and just like the flow, it only made sense that his favoring lounging spot was near water. Any chance he got, he could be found by ponds; listening to the water and trees rustle as the wind blows. He enjoyed sometimes batting at his reflection, or even taking a swim when it became too hot in the territory.

When Kane was removed from the pride in their adolesence, Fuji felt he should be happy. Why wouldn't he be? He has clearly obtained his spot in the pride, and was safe, for now. He could stay with his sister, as well. But there was a sorrow in him. They weren't exactly friends. No one was friends with Kane. But it was always painful to see someone else go through the moment of being kicked from the pride. The embaressment. The shame. The fear, even, of what they would do to survive on their own. It was not fun, and he desperatly hoped he would never be in that situation. But he knew if he did, he would be ready.

Whatever came his way, he was more than willing to face it. The fact Groyal chose him to remain at his side did stroke his ego in a sense. It felt like being accepted by a father, even if Groyal and himself were quite different. He was a follower, and he looked up to Groyal and Pinkerton greatly.