Post by squirrel on May 13, 2014 16:25:43 GMT -6
squirrel
fourteen moons || heterosexual|| "loner"
fourteen moons || heterosexual|| "loner"
ginger and white tabby with piercing green eyes
squirrel, the spitting image of his father. out of a litter of three, this kit was the only one to be graced with a pelt of orange and white. he was the smallest, but he would find himself favored above the rest. because he, he could serve a purpose. he was given the namesake 'squirrel' for his fur coloring, along with that irritating bushing tail of his. still a youngster, he grew to be taller than his siblings and mother, towering over them all on gawky spindly legs at the age of ten moons. eventually he came to grow into his legs, so to speak, his body filling out in a rather handsome way. despite his size and obvious musculature, squirrel's form remains lithe from a high metabolism and all the running-about he does. although his tail and coat-coloring are dead-ringers for a certain tom-cat, it's squirrels eyes that truly mark him as one of the bloodline of snowfire. after-all, it is only their kin that own eyes in such a discerning shade of green.
do you see me as i am, or as i pretend to be?
they say that when you grow up a loner, you don't learn to be professional but for squirrel that's a different story. mother always told him that if he wants to get anywhere in life, he needs to know when to act, when to think, and when to run for the hills. over the course of his life-time, he's kept this in mind, and because of this is able to get a job done efficiently with minimal troubles along the way. of course, the fact that the tom is charming could be another thing to factor in here. you see, he's got this way about him. squirrel is the tom next-door, the one that'll smile and maybe wink as you walk by, and you'd think "wow, yeah, he's a player" but then he'd see you one day and you'd talk, and he'd listen. really listen. he'll tell you what you want to hear, even if you don't know exactly what that may be. and in this aspect, he's a sneaky bastard. if squirrel thinks lying to your face will get him to where he wants or needs to be, by all means he'll do it. the best part? you wouldn't even know until it was said and done with and he was well on his way. you see, the easiest way to become a great liar is to make everyone around you think you're horrible at it. so yeah, he'll let himself get caught in a few innocent white lies, he'll stumble over himself and show a few 'tell-tale' twitches in the middle of a lie, and all the while he'll be laughing 'cause while you may think you have him pinned down, you really have no earthly idea who the hell he really is. needless to say, really, squirrel is ambitious. he wants to be the best, do the best, and be with the best. face it, the tom holds high standards and won't settle for less from himself or anyone else for that matter. it's his ambition that has him on his current quest; to prove himself to his father, and he won't let anything, or anyone, stand in his way. man, if only he knew the future, eh?
don't worry father, i'll make you proud, you'll see
willow was only a few measly moons old when she was taken from her mother. before her had been her brother, taz, and before them their sister, silver. but their mother had told them, promised them, that they were going to live with a new family, that they would be cared for. yeah, well. mom lied. willow was taken into that house and neglected from day one. she had to fight for food, and doing so her body became strong even while her will to live weakened. at the age of seventeen moons, nearly dead on her feet, the young willow escaped one night through an open door. she never looked back. for the next several months she would live on the run and fighting to survive. on one night in particular, when the moon was high and the stars were bright, she stumbled upon them. hillclan. their leader, snowfire as he was called, was generous to say the least. as the two cats got to know each other, they got close, or something like that. despite being welcome to join their clan as long as she could pass some sort of trial, willow denied, and instead chose to live just outside the clan's territory. still, snowfire would come see her every now and again, she supposed it was to make sure that she was still alive. living in the wild like this, she was taught to hunt and care for herself. eventually, though, something strange happened. you see, the duo had been traveling farther and farther away from the tom's territory in the dead of night, and eventually they stumbled across.. something. apparently, 'hunters' liked to lay out traps for nearby wildlife in the form of addictive catnip. willow isn't too sure what happened after they stumbled across their little 'treat.' all the she-cat knew for sure was that she was waking up utterly lost and alone the next morning. not understanding what exactly was going on, the she-cat figured it was time for her to take leave anyways, and so she set off on her own. several moons later, and willow gave birth to three kits. the first and second kits looked exactly like her, two cream females dubbed lily and cloud. the last kit, though, was the spitting image of a tom she knew well. snowfire. willow named the small kit 'squirrel' and though she loved all of her kits she favored him above the rest for his uncanny resemblance to a father he would never know.
growing up, squirrel didn't know why his mother treated him differently. she was always so loving towards him, so careful to make sure that no harm would ever befall him. it caused his siblings great irritation to see their mother fawn over their baby brother whose coloring was so different from their own. hell, for the first few moons of his life lily and cloud treated the tom as though he didn't exist at all. the competition with his elder siblings fed squirrel's ambition, and his mothers obvious willingness to believe in everything he said turned the tom into quite the sneaky little guy. even so, from a young age squirrel was told of his father, a great tom that lead an entire fleet of cats and who went by the name of snowfire. at the age of six moons, squirrel solemnly vowed to be just like that when was older. the moons flew by and soon squirrel found himself equipped with long, awkward legs that often tripped him up when he wasn't careful. at the age of ten moons he was taller than his mother and his siblings, and in all honesty he was proud of being so large. his body had filled out well, lithe yet firm and muscled from the hard work of hunting and mock-fighting with his siblings. it was on his eleventh moon that tragedy struck the young tom, or rather, his family. after a hunting trip, squirrel returned home to find his sisters slaughtered, and his mother barely alive upon the ground. though squirrel tried his damnedest to get his mother to tell him what had happened in his absence, she would only repeat the same phrase. the sun. go to the sun and find the hills. it is his domain. to this day, his mothers dying words haunt him. that night squirrel buried his only family, and set off to do as his mother had ordered.
three moons later, and squirrel has finally found his father. true to her words, all he'd needed to do was travel towards the sun and though it took longer than expected, he eventually found the place where the flat grasses turned to rolling hills. the ginger tom had wandered the area for a while, unsure what exactly he was supposed to be looking for. eventually though, they found him. squirrel was taken by a group of cats, and although they acted as if he was a lowly trespasser the tom kept his wits about him and his head held high. he was presented to the leader as such, and there really was no mistaking it as the two toms stood before one another. both were relatively the same size, with squirrel being a bit on the shorted side of things. well, i don't think i really need to say this, but i will anyway for the benefit of those gathered here. my name is squirrel, and i am the son of snowfire. pleasure to meet you, father. ah yes, looking back on it now squirrel supposes he could have done things with a bit more.. delicacy. there'd been audible gasps and snowfire hadn't said a word. rather, the larger tom had simply flicked his tail at his son and walked away. squirrel, of course, had followed and together the two disappeared into what squirrel assumed was his fathers private quarters. inside, snowfire hadn't been able to deny that the two were obviously kin to one-another. honestly, if it hadn't been for the striking similarities and the green eyes that belonged only to his father's line, squirrel is sure he would have been turned away. as it is, the tom was given a different task completely.
squirrel knows not what happened inside his fathers clan after he left, nor what his father said to his clan-mates. for all squirrel knows, snowfire could have easily told them that he was a liar and that he'd been sent on his way accordingly. but squirrel knows exactly what went on in that darkened den.
i cannot deny that you are my son, for only those of my direct bloodline have eyes such a pure shade of green. however, in order for me to welcome you as my own there is a task that i need you to complete. you see, there is a she-cat that goes by the name of dapplesong living in creekclan. she, is pinewhisker's daughter, and all i want for you is to get close to her and no, you need not ask any questions as to why, for i will not tell you that just yet.
despite his father's cryptic instructions, squirrel had eagerly agreed. now all the tom has to do is get himself accepted as part of creekclan, and he doesn't foresee it being too hard of a task to accomplish. after-all, squirrel has a point to prove to his father, and he will stop at nothing to reach this goal.
i'm swimming in the smoke of bridges i have burned
squirrel blinked wide eyes that still held a tint of blue, not yet transformed into the shocking emerald color they would one day be. the tiny kitten marveled at the feel of the soft grass beneath his paws, so different from the sandy ground beneath tree his mother and siblings shared. uck. just thinking of that dark, shadowed place made him sick to his stomach. now this was more like it! squirrel couldn't believe how open everything was, and with the sun warming his pelt for the first time he felt truly alive. awww lookit wittle baby sqwurl taking his wittle baby steps for the first time! the ginger and white kitten narrowed his eyes, turning to look at his siblings on unsteady paws. lily and cloud. his sisters were little replica's of their mother, save for their hostile attitudes of course. hmph. squirrel didn't need to say anything to them, so he simply turned his nose up at the terrible duo.
for the longest time his sisters had completely ignored him, seeming to prefer to believe he was invisible. oh, how he longed for the 'good ole days.' he'd have much preferred being invisible than being the sole object for his sisters' irritation. it wasn't his fault mother liked him best. hah. yeah, she did like him best! of course, momma didn't say so but she always payed special attention to him, and she always made sure he was tucked right up against her at night when they slept. man, his momma was the best. he simply couldn't fathom how she'd had two spoiled kits like lily and cloud. shrugging to himself mentally, squirrel ventured further and further away from his sisters, taking in his surroundings with comprehension for the first time.
there was just so much to see out here! the sky was the prettiest shade of blue he could ever imagine, and the grass was cold and welcoming beneath his tiny ginger paws. overhead birds flew about and, woh, was that a mouse?! giggling, the small kit chased after the creature, frowning as he lost it beneath a clump of leaves. well, then, he didn't wanna play with the dumb thing anyways. turning around, squirrel blinked, his eyes going wide once more. only this time, it wasn't from wonder. it was from fear. he'd gone to far, hadn't he? he couldn't see cloud or lily or even mama. tears welled up in the kits eyes, tracking down his fur. blinking, the kit swallowed, his throat now raw.
"mama? mama!" squirrel plopped his bottom upon the grass. once cold and inviting, the green mass was now chilling and scary. dark trees loomed up on all sides, the branches swaying in the wind as if they were trying to reach him, to get him and keep him in the dark forest forever. leaping to his paws, the ginger and white kitten began to run blindly through the patch of woods, all the while yelling for his mother. "mama! ma-" whump "o-ow.." squirrel shook his head, fresh tears springing to his eyes. what'd he.. oh! "mama! there you are!" the tiny kit bounced up against his mother, breathing in her warm scent. squirrel, i told you before i let you outside today. you must stay within my sight. who knows what could have happened? squirrel frowned. "but mama, i'm okay.. so, it's okay, right?" the elder feline rolled her light blue eyes to the heavens, seeming to ask what on earth she was supposed to do with her son before she looked back down at him. yes, i suppose everything is okay. with that, the she-cat grasped her kit by the scruff, sighing as she began to pick her way through the forest and back to their makeshift home.
squirrel, the spitting image of his father. out of a litter of three, this kit was the only one to be graced with a pelt of orange and white. he was the smallest, but he would find himself favored above the rest. because he, he could serve a purpose. he was given the namesake 'squirrel' for his fur coloring, along with that irritating bushing tail of his. still a youngster, he grew to be taller than his siblings and mother, towering over them all on gawky spindly legs at the age of ten moons. eventually he came to grow into his legs, so to speak, his body filling out in a rather handsome way. despite his size and obvious musculature, squirrel's form remains lithe from a high metabolism and all the running-about he does. although his tail and coat-coloring are dead-ringers for a certain tom-cat, it's squirrels eyes that truly mark him as one of the bloodline of snowfire. after-all, it is only their kin that own eyes in such a discerning shade of green.
do you see me as i am, or as i pretend to be?
they say that when you grow up a loner, you don't learn to be professional but for squirrel that's a different story. mother always told him that if he wants to get anywhere in life, he needs to know when to act, when to think, and when to run for the hills. over the course of his life-time, he's kept this in mind, and because of this is able to get a job done efficiently with minimal troubles along the way. of course, the fact that the tom is charming could be another thing to factor in here. you see, he's got this way about him. squirrel is the tom next-door, the one that'll smile and maybe wink as you walk by, and you'd think "wow, yeah, he's a player" but then he'd see you one day and you'd talk, and he'd listen. really listen. he'll tell you what you want to hear, even if you don't know exactly what that may be. and in this aspect, he's a sneaky bastard. if squirrel thinks lying to your face will get him to where he wants or needs to be, by all means he'll do it. the best part? you wouldn't even know until it was said and done with and he was well on his way. you see, the easiest way to become a great liar is to make everyone around you think you're horrible at it. so yeah, he'll let himself get caught in a few innocent white lies, he'll stumble over himself and show a few 'tell-tale' twitches in the middle of a lie, and all the while he'll be laughing 'cause while you may think you have him pinned down, you really have no earthly idea who the hell he really is. needless to say, really, squirrel is ambitious. he wants to be the best, do the best, and be with the best. face it, the tom holds high standards and won't settle for less from himself or anyone else for that matter. it's his ambition that has him on his current quest; to prove himself to his father, and he won't let anything, or anyone, stand in his way. man, if only he knew the future, eh?
don't worry father, i'll make you proud, you'll see
willow was only a few measly moons old when she was taken from her mother. before her had been her brother, taz, and before them their sister, silver. but their mother had told them, promised them, that they were going to live with a new family, that they would be cared for. yeah, well. mom lied. willow was taken into that house and neglected from day one. she had to fight for food, and doing so her body became strong even while her will to live weakened. at the age of seventeen moons, nearly dead on her feet, the young willow escaped one night through an open door. she never looked back. for the next several months she would live on the run and fighting to survive. on one night in particular, when the moon was high and the stars were bright, she stumbled upon them. hillclan. their leader, snowfire as he was called, was generous to say the least. as the two cats got to know each other, they got close, or something like that. despite being welcome to join their clan as long as she could pass some sort of trial, willow denied, and instead chose to live just outside the clan's territory. still, snowfire would come see her every now and again, she supposed it was to make sure that she was still alive. living in the wild like this, she was taught to hunt and care for herself. eventually, though, something strange happened. you see, the duo had been traveling farther and farther away from the tom's territory in the dead of night, and eventually they stumbled across.. something. apparently, 'hunters' liked to lay out traps for nearby wildlife in the form of addictive catnip. willow isn't too sure what happened after they stumbled across their little 'treat.' all the she-cat knew for sure was that she was waking up utterly lost and alone the next morning. not understanding what exactly was going on, the she-cat figured it was time for her to take leave anyways, and so she set off on her own. several moons later, and willow gave birth to three kits. the first and second kits looked exactly like her, two cream females dubbed lily and cloud. the last kit, though, was the spitting image of a tom she knew well. snowfire. willow named the small kit 'squirrel' and though she loved all of her kits she favored him above the rest for his uncanny resemblance to a father he would never know.
growing up, squirrel didn't know why his mother treated him differently. she was always so loving towards him, so careful to make sure that no harm would ever befall him. it caused his siblings great irritation to see their mother fawn over their baby brother whose coloring was so different from their own. hell, for the first few moons of his life lily and cloud treated the tom as though he didn't exist at all. the competition with his elder siblings fed squirrel's ambition, and his mothers obvious willingness to believe in everything he said turned the tom into quite the sneaky little guy. even so, from a young age squirrel was told of his father, a great tom that lead an entire fleet of cats and who went by the name of snowfire. at the age of six moons, squirrel solemnly vowed to be just like that when was older. the moons flew by and soon squirrel found himself equipped with long, awkward legs that often tripped him up when he wasn't careful. at the age of ten moons he was taller than his mother and his siblings, and in all honesty he was proud of being so large. his body had filled out well, lithe yet firm and muscled from the hard work of hunting and mock-fighting with his siblings. it was on his eleventh moon that tragedy struck the young tom, or rather, his family. after a hunting trip, squirrel returned home to find his sisters slaughtered, and his mother barely alive upon the ground. though squirrel tried his damnedest to get his mother to tell him what had happened in his absence, she would only repeat the same phrase. the sun. go to the sun and find the hills. it is his domain. to this day, his mothers dying words haunt him. that night squirrel buried his only family, and set off to do as his mother had ordered.
three moons later, and squirrel has finally found his father. true to her words, all he'd needed to do was travel towards the sun and though it took longer than expected, he eventually found the place where the flat grasses turned to rolling hills. the ginger tom had wandered the area for a while, unsure what exactly he was supposed to be looking for. eventually though, they found him. squirrel was taken by a group of cats, and although they acted as if he was a lowly trespasser the tom kept his wits about him and his head held high. he was presented to the leader as such, and there really was no mistaking it as the two toms stood before one another. both were relatively the same size, with squirrel being a bit on the shorted side of things. well, i don't think i really need to say this, but i will anyway for the benefit of those gathered here. my name is squirrel, and i am the son of snowfire. pleasure to meet you, father. ah yes, looking back on it now squirrel supposes he could have done things with a bit more.. delicacy. there'd been audible gasps and snowfire hadn't said a word. rather, the larger tom had simply flicked his tail at his son and walked away. squirrel, of course, had followed and together the two disappeared into what squirrel assumed was his fathers private quarters. inside, snowfire hadn't been able to deny that the two were obviously kin to one-another. honestly, if it hadn't been for the striking similarities and the green eyes that belonged only to his father's line, squirrel is sure he would have been turned away. as it is, the tom was given a different task completely.
squirrel knows not what happened inside his fathers clan after he left, nor what his father said to his clan-mates. for all squirrel knows, snowfire could have easily told them that he was a liar and that he'd been sent on his way accordingly. but squirrel knows exactly what went on in that darkened den.
i cannot deny that you are my son, for only those of my direct bloodline have eyes such a pure shade of green. however, in order for me to welcome you as my own there is a task that i need you to complete. you see, there is a she-cat that goes by the name of dapplesong living in creekclan. she, is pinewhisker's daughter, and all i want for you is to get close to her and no, you need not ask any questions as to why, for i will not tell you that just yet.
despite his father's cryptic instructions, squirrel had eagerly agreed. now all the tom has to do is get himself accepted as part of creekclan, and he doesn't foresee it being too hard of a task to accomplish. after-all, squirrel has a point to prove to his father, and he will stop at nothing to reach this goal.
i'm swimming in the smoke of bridges i have burned
squirrel blinked wide eyes that still held a tint of blue, not yet transformed into the shocking emerald color they would one day be. the tiny kitten marveled at the feel of the soft grass beneath his paws, so different from the sandy ground beneath tree his mother and siblings shared. uck. just thinking of that dark, shadowed place made him sick to his stomach. now this was more like it! squirrel couldn't believe how open everything was, and with the sun warming his pelt for the first time he felt truly alive. awww lookit wittle baby sqwurl taking his wittle baby steps for the first time! the ginger and white kitten narrowed his eyes, turning to look at his siblings on unsteady paws. lily and cloud. his sisters were little replica's of their mother, save for their hostile attitudes of course. hmph. squirrel didn't need to say anything to them, so he simply turned his nose up at the terrible duo.
for the longest time his sisters had completely ignored him, seeming to prefer to believe he was invisible. oh, how he longed for the 'good ole days.' he'd have much preferred being invisible than being the sole object for his sisters' irritation. it wasn't his fault mother liked him best. hah. yeah, she did like him best! of course, momma didn't say so but she always payed special attention to him, and she always made sure he was tucked right up against her at night when they slept. man, his momma was the best. he simply couldn't fathom how she'd had two spoiled kits like lily and cloud. shrugging to himself mentally, squirrel ventured further and further away from his sisters, taking in his surroundings with comprehension for the first time.
there was just so much to see out here! the sky was the prettiest shade of blue he could ever imagine, and the grass was cold and welcoming beneath his tiny ginger paws. overhead birds flew about and, woh, was that a mouse?! giggling, the small kit chased after the creature, frowning as he lost it beneath a clump of leaves. well, then, he didn't wanna play with the dumb thing anyways. turning around, squirrel blinked, his eyes going wide once more. only this time, it wasn't from wonder. it was from fear. he'd gone to far, hadn't he? he couldn't see cloud or lily or even mama. tears welled up in the kits eyes, tracking down his fur. blinking, the kit swallowed, his throat now raw.
"mama? mama!" squirrel plopped his bottom upon the grass. once cold and inviting, the green mass was now chilling and scary. dark trees loomed up on all sides, the branches swaying in the wind as if they were trying to reach him, to get him and keep him in the dark forest forever. leaping to his paws, the ginger and white kitten began to run blindly through the patch of woods, all the while yelling for his mother. "mama! ma-" whump "o-ow.." squirrel shook his head, fresh tears springing to his eyes. what'd he.. oh! "mama! there you are!" the tiny kit bounced up against his mother, breathing in her warm scent. squirrel, i told you before i let you outside today. you must stay within my sight. who knows what could have happened? squirrel frowned. "but mama, i'm okay.. so, it's okay, right?" the elder feline rolled her light blue eyes to the heavens, seeming to ask what on earth she was supposed to do with her son before she looked back down at him. yes, i suppose everything is okay. with that, the she-cat grasped her kit by the scruff, sighing as she began to pick her way through the forest and back to their makeshift home.
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