[he gets his sword in the books, but after roleplaying in the elite and having murky play a character who attacks with a knife because she has hemophilia, i'm going to have him get one]
He was trotting about the SkyClan territory, technically not supposed to be out, but never one to follow rules. Well, much, anyway. He'd bend them if he had to, but for the most part, he followed them. Sort of. Not paying attention to the ground he walked on, Percy hit his toe on something, and brought his gaze down, curious.
It was shiny, sharp and pointy. How interesting. Picking the thing up daintily, the black smoke grinned.
"Hey, look what I found."
Like the stupid guy he was sometimes, he had just alerted pretty much the whole of SkyClan that a kitten was out of camp.

