Post by Silentheart on Mar 2, 2011 16:26:51 GMT -6
My name is Squirrelpaw, one day to be Squirreltail
I am a She-cat
My age is Six moons
I am from ThunderClan
Look at me, before I flee; Click here
Yet... remember me, for you may not see me again; Squirrelpaw is a skinny she-cat, lithe and long, with long, quick legs. Those long legs are one of her few assets. Her name, as a kit, was given for two, very notable reasons. First and foremost is her fur. Its short all over her body, although soft to the touch, but suddenly, as you travel along her spine, and reach her tail, the fur coating the long appendage is thick and fluffy, giving her a bushy, squirrel-like tail. The name was also given however for her fur colour, based brown, with a red and tan hue that vary in shades throughout her body, like a squirrel's reddish coat, the only disturbance being a deep, dark scar along her right hip, and a slightly damaged right side in general, causing her a limp. Her eyes stand out even more than her tail, however, the oddest, purest shade of blue you'd ever see in a cat that's not all white, set out strong against her dark auburn face.
There is reason yet for this; Squirrelpaw is possibly the most cowardly, timid cat in ThunderClan- maybe in all of the Clans for that matter. Afraid of her own shadow, shes extremely passive, and would do almost anything to avoid conflict. This need to avoid fights, however, makes her a poor apprentice, and certainly a even poorer warrior, one who won't battle or stand up for herself in any sort of skirmish. She can't make friends, since shes too afraid to approach them, and mainly sticks to herself, although shes not an anti-social cat, shes just shyer than any apprentice should be. Through all of this, however, when she is at peace and comfortable, or even stammering to speak, due to a speech impediment she acquired as a kit, shes awfully air headed and naive to the world around her- very much like a squirrel.
Although there's reason for that as well; Squirrelkit was born to a very loving mother, and never knew who her father was. She wasn't an outgoing kit, and stayed more than a little close to her mother's side, even when her siblings, Foxkit and Russetkit- also red in colour like herself, where playing, she'd hide in her Mother's shadow, and not join them. A naturally nervous kit, her littermates, even the older apprentices, teased her that she could never be a good warrior, afraid of anything. This taunting and teasing made her even more nervous, afraid to speak, and so she developed her speech impediment, stuttering like a fool when trying to speak. Her mother, however, gave her special care, and she idolized the fluffy, cream coloured she cat. Her mother was a favorite cat, and she promised herself that she would never need other cats. She had her Mom.
Determined to bring her small daughter of her shell, her mother, named Poppyflower, led small Squirrelkit, with Foxkit and Russetkit in tow, into the forest just beyond the camp boundaries. First and foremost, Poppyflower showered Squirrelkit just what she was named after- a bushy tail squirrel sitting on a root of a tree, nibbling a seed. She stared in wonder, and didn't notice until it was two late when Foxkit and Russetkit pounced chasing after the squirrel as it twitched and raced off into the deeper forest. Of course, the two kits bolted after it, despite Poppyflower calling after them, warning them to come back. When they didn't respond, her mother stood, and raced after them- by instinct, Squirrelkit followed, not wanting to be far from her family- then the screaming started. Squirrelkit tried to stop and turn back, but staggered into the clearing just in time to see a fox sling Russetkit into the air, the body already limp and bloody, Foxkit mangled and dead, Poppyflower hissing and swiping at the canine, but it was far too late. Her siblings were dead, and with quick movements, the tearing of flesh, and a snap, Poppyflower too was gone from the world.
Things couldn't have gotten worse for Squirrelkit, she was in shock, her mother and brothers dead in front of her, their blood painting the undergrowth red, and she couldn't run, she was petrified, and the fox turned its malice filled gaze on her. Everything was dream like as it grabbed her by her lower spine, swinging her around, certainly going to kill her, but it lost its grip, letting go of her. She couldn't feel anything, her right hip and leg mangled and bleeding, she only hoped to die- but at that point, a nearby patrol found her, and were able to fend off the furious fox, dragging her back to camp, but still death rolled in her mind.
She spend nearly the rest of her kithood in the medicine cat's den. Once she was out of shock, she refused to tell anyone the story, she refused to speak. The first time she spoke again, she was nearly four and a half moons old, and it was while she was doing exercises to strengthen her now weaker back leg, but it was murmured, a her speech impediment seeming that much worse now, and she very well was worse off than she ever had been, panicking at everything. Up until five and a half moons, she was scared of even Warriors approaching her but soon could at least accept her own Clan's presence, and timidly earned her apprentice name, Squirrelpaw, and a mentor as well, although she wished she didn't have to be a warrior, she was too timid and weak stomached to attempt medicine cat training, so with her busted leg holding her back, she attempts to be a Warrior, albeit one afraid of her own shadow.
I am a She-cat
My age is Six moons
I am from ThunderClan
Look at me, before I flee; Click here
Yet... remember me, for you may not see me again; Squirrelpaw is a skinny she-cat, lithe and long, with long, quick legs. Those long legs are one of her few assets. Her name, as a kit, was given for two, very notable reasons. First and foremost is her fur. Its short all over her body, although soft to the touch, but suddenly, as you travel along her spine, and reach her tail, the fur coating the long appendage is thick and fluffy, giving her a bushy, squirrel-like tail. The name was also given however for her fur colour, based brown, with a red and tan hue that vary in shades throughout her body, like a squirrel's reddish coat, the only disturbance being a deep, dark scar along her right hip, and a slightly damaged right side in general, causing her a limp. Her eyes stand out even more than her tail, however, the oddest, purest shade of blue you'd ever see in a cat that's not all white, set out strong against her dark auburn face.
There is reason yet for this; Squirrelpaw is possibly the most cowardly, timid cat in ThunderClan- maybe in all of the Clans for that matter. Afraid of her own shadow, shes extremely passive, and would do almost anything to avoid conflict. This need to avoid fights, however, makes her a poor apprentice, and certainly a even poorer warrior, one who won't battle or stand up for herself in any sort of skirmish. She can't make friends, since shes too afraid to approach them, and mainly sticks to herself, although shes not an anti-social cat, shes just shyer than any apprentice should be. Through all of this, however, when she is at peace and comfortable, or even stammering to speak, due to a speech impediment she acquired as a kit, shes awfully air headed and naive to the world around her- very much like a squirrel.
Although there's reason for that as well; Squirrelkit was born to a very loving mother, and never knew who her father was. She wasn't an outgoing kit, and stayed more than a little close to her mother's side, even when her siblings, Foxkit and Russetkit- also red in colour like herself, where playing, she'd hide in her Mother's shadow, and not join them. A naturally nervous kit, her littermates, even the older apprentices, teased her that she could never be a good warrior, afraid of anything. This taunting and teasing made her even more nervous, afraid to speak, and so she developed her speech impediment, stuttering like a fool when trying to speak. Her mother, however, gave her special care, and she idolized the fluffy, cream coloured she cat. Her mother was a favorite cat, and she promised herself that she would never need other cats. She had her Mom.
Determined to bring her small daughter of her shell, her mother, named Poppyflower, led small Squirrelkit, with Foxkit and Russetkit in tow, into the forest just beyond the camp boundaries. First and foremost, Poppyflower showered Squirrelkit just what she was named after- a bushy tail squirrel sitting on a root of a tree, nibbling a seed. She stared in wonder, and didn't notice until it was two late when Foxkit and Russetkit pounced chasing after the squirrel as it twitched and raced off into the deeper forest. Of course, the two kits bolted after it, despite Poppyflower calling after them, warning them to come back. When they didn't respond, her mother stood, and raced after them- by instinct, Squirrelkit followed, not wanting to be far from her family- then the screaming started. Squirrelkit tried to stop and turn back, but staggered into the clearing just in time to see a fox sling Russetkit into the air, the body already limp and bloody, Foxkit mangled and dead, Poppyflower hissing and swiping at the canine, but it was far too late. Her siblings were dead, and with quick movements, the tearing of flesh, and a snap, Poppyflower too was gone from the world.
Things couldn't have gotten worse for Squirrelkit, she was in shock, her mother and brothers dead in front of her, their blood painting the undergrowth red, and she couldn't run, she was petrified, and the fox turned its malice filled gaze on her. Everything was dream like as it grabbed her by her lower spine, swinging her around, certainly going to kill her, but it lost its grip, letting go of her. She couldn't feel anything, her right hip and leg mangled and bleeding, she only hoped to die- but at that point, a nearby patrol found her, and were able to fend off the furious fox, dragging her back to camp, but still death rolled in her mind.
She spend nearly the rest of her kithood in the medicine cat's den. Once she was out of shock, she refused to tell anyone the story, she refused to speak. The first time she spoke again, she was nearly four and a half moons old, and it was while she was doing exercises to strengthen her now weaker back leg, but it was murmured, a her speech impediment seeming that much worse now, and she very well was worse off than she ever had been, panicking at everything. Up until five and a half moons, she was scared of even Warriors approaching her but soon could at least accept her own Clan's presence, and timidly earned her apprentice name, Squirrelpaw, and a mentor as well, although she wished she didn't have to be a warrior, she was too timid and weak stomached to attempt medicine cat training, so with her busted leg holding her back, she attempts to be a Warrior, albeit one afraid of her own shadow.