crow

not a parrot recoloured — a corvid built from the research up. a crow holds opinions about you, and earns or loses them slowly: feed it, and it softens; strike it, and it remembers for the rest of its life. crows gift small treasures to the people they trust, hold funerals for their dead, scold what they distrust, and play when the mood is on them.

they cache shinies under little scars of coarse dirt, and if they catch you watching them bury one, they'll dig it up later and move it somewhere you weren't. a tamed crow will dive at whatever dares hurt its person — mobs only; a crow never raises a claw at a player, whatever it thinks of them.

and one more thing, learned recently: what a crow was entrusted with, it will not give away.