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[attr="class","flowerbg"]Squirrelchirp
The "Assassin"
The "Assassin"
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Squirrelchirp's pelage is dense and thick, soft to the touch. It's doubtful he freezes in the wintry season, preventing his body temperature from dropping too low. The talkative tomcat's predominant coloration is stunning, exhibiting a ruddy brown, saddled with ebony ticking along his backside, trailing to the tip of his feathery plume. On the back side of all four legs is jet black, ending at the heels starting from his underside. Besides his umber pigment, the bachelor is painted in radiant alabaster fur, groomed and cleanly. The white begins from his forehead, masked around his maw, down to his throat and chest. There is a break of brown between the white, and when his legs are close together, it looks like a heart is portrayed with his fur. Notably, his abdomen and chest are splattered with white, with patches of ruddy here and there. Undoubtedly, Squirrelchirp's countenance is alluring, with such brilliant jade-colored eyes standing out on his face. His white mask has brown splotches around his liver-tinged nose and mouth, following underneath his chin. Squirrelschop invariably stands tall, layered with muscles and conditioned strength. His physique is long and lean, although muscular beneath his lengthy-looking appearance. He's a big boy with sharp, short claws.
Squirrelchirp displays a charming demeanor, enjoying conversing with others without fear. He has zero thoughts about approaching others, constantly on his toes if an individual decides to bombard him. Fortunately for him, the bachelor is incorruptable regarding his history with his family and the way he was raised. It's no easy task to mislead or guide the molly toward a morally acceptable lifestyle. From an outside perspective, Squirrelchrip emerges as exceptionally normal, although there is officially no standard for absolutely anyone. Numerous would struggle to believe Squirrelchrip portrays a perceptive mindset; however barely recognized through his valiance. Squirrelchrip effortlessly emphasizes with others, especially when they're unaware of his malignancy. He has a profound, conscious understanding of the world amidst him; he is settled and content with the concept. Death could be right around the corner, and he'd grin at the complexion of it. Squirrelchrip's spontaneous nature is presumably deceiving, as he is merely an open book, although he somehow keeps his maw closed about his discretions. The sire doesn't set off the usual evasive and hazardous persona detrimental felines often display. He's not the most translucent murderer.
The tomcat misleads others with his talkative and deceptive behavior, wavering over others with his charming determination. He has a pleasant, delicate voice that might instantaneously trick the mind, as it appears he means zero intention of harm. It's relatively challenging to depict whether or not he is a menace, as his delight toward others may convey compassion. He often talks too much, genuinely enjoying the conversations with others, although he's constantly noting other felines for personal reasons. Squirrelchirp's essence is somewhat exploratory, communicating a humorous purpose through his irreverent portrayal. He blunders in taking anything seriously, believing life is a joke and everyone around him. He possesses dark humor, often known for making others uncomfortable. However, he doesn't constantly show this side of herself, as he remains sane for the most part. The mademoiselle is rather lazy regarding his goals in life, as he doesn't specifically harbor and in general, and his unambitious spirit persuades this indolence. The wicked bachelor is moderately unpredictable in his unhinged stability. In the depths of his mind, he coils around many ideas, gradually propelling his approach to them in the most slothful manner. He hasn't taken anyone's life yet, since he waits for the right time to strike, looking for his first victim.
There's no doubt that Squirrelchirp adores the idea of agonizing reflections and deaths. He is a predator out for blood, simpering in the countenance of those he visualizes about bearing to the skies of StarClan. He is one sacrilegious soul, particularly a cat that deserves no mercy. He doesn't entirely develop or improvise his plans, possessing an arbitrary impulse. He almost completely lacks the concept of organization or methodical notions. If one bypasses his pleasant, compassionate barricade, Squirrelchirp lacks consideration for anyone, articulated through his egotistical soul. He cares only about himself and how his life will turn out, willing to backstab just about anyone. It would be unfortunate for anyone to entrust the bachelor, as he's likely to take notes and utilize them later down the course. His immense ego is affixed to eventually break through, as there's no ceasing his self-centered conduct. Squirrelchirp is abnormal, as the introspections that churn her crania are disturbing and worrisome. The morbid interest in unsettling subjects predominantly was death, regarding any end to an individual and even the sanity or mental health of others. Squirrelchirp enjoyed getting to know others, with may explain his slow-burning intentions.
On one frigid wintry night, two kittens were born in the utter cold, hidden in the depths of the medicine cat's den in the dry deserted land of CougarClan. The mother's name was Minkbranch, a warrior of CougarClan, mated to an exiled rogue named Cardinal. He was known for his murders, scouted by each Clan due to his numerous slayings in the past moons. The tom was getting old, seemingly possessing a few litters of kittens beside Squirrelkit and Ferretkit. Minkbranch wanted Cardinal to see his kittens, as she truly believed she loved the antagonistic and treacherous feline. Unfortunately, right beneath her nose, she was being fooled by this rogue who called himself Cardinal. Minkbranch hadn't known of tom's intentions, unconscious that her kittens would be swept from the nests when they came of age; Cardinal would count down the days until those kittens opened their eyes. While in the nursery, she was prohibited from leaving since she was weening her children.
Squirrelkit and Ferretkit eventually opened their eyes and could fully hear, cherished by their mother, Minkbranch, oblivious of their father's existence since their mother was entangled in a forbidden relationship. One late night, the medicine cat disappeared from the den to presumably stock up on medicinal herbs before the cold wilted everything in vision. Minkbranch was in a deep sleep, curled up with Ferretkit and Squirrelkit, although, Squirrelkit had woken from the sound of rustling outside the nursery. The curious tom creeped out from the den, looking around to see nothing but darkness around him. As the small feline turned around to return to his mother's warmth, he was snatched up by his nape, opening his maw to mew for help; but nothing came out. He was panicked and appalled, uncertain what to do as he was carried by a behemoth ruddy-colored tomcat, reeking of silver. Little did he know, the tomcat was his father, covered in blood from a recent kill. He was too young to recognize this, not entirely sure what blood was since his mother hadn't spoken of it.
That night, Squirrelkit's life changed, as his whole perspective of the world was bound to be turned upside-down. Cardinal felt fortunate enough to get one kitten since his other kidnapping sessions never really turned out, often resulting in injuries due to getting caught. Cardinal was getting old and hadn't gotten the chance to raise one of his children out of multiple previous litters. None of his past mates allowed him to see his kittens after learning what he's done and who he is. Squirrelkit immediately started learning about the basics of hunting and combat with mere explanations and demonstrations of what's to come as he ages. Survival began early beyond the clans, or so Cardinal informed.
Cardinal raised Squirrelkit as Squirrel, refusing to alter the tom's name too broadly since the name fit his energetic and passionate personality much better. He already treasured his son, wondering when the time would be right to tell the child who he was. Surprisingly, Squirrel wasn't terrified since the ruddy tom didn't dare lay a claw on him; he merely swooped him up and carried him to a secure, warm location. Eventually, Cardinal began teaching the opposing tom about hunting, authorizing Squirrel to participate in these procedures in preparation for his future lessons. Squirrel didn't have much of a kithood since his father was quick to lecture and prepare him for life as an outcast. Squirrel often questioned his purpose, wondering why the tomcat took him from his birthplace. One day, that inquiry was answered when Cardinal proclaimed he was Squirrel's father. It wasn't too hard to believe since Squirrel looked more like Cardinal than he did his mother and brother. Cardinal explained that Squirrel had an unimaginable purpose, to take the lives of those who deserved it, and he believed it and would pursue that from there on out.
Squirrel was expected to take the lives of those who deserved it. Cardinal insisted that Squirrel never lay a claw on felines who didn't do anything wrong; only kill those who break the code. Squirrel assumed he would return to the Clan someday as some spy or something for his father. His father harbored a different legacy; murdering kits and their families, leaving one family member to live in despair. All those gore stories crammed into Squirrel's brain were quite the image, developing a morbid mentality from a young age. Cardinal once told Squirrel that he was an assassin sent from StarClan, like some prophecy cat. Cardinal treated his son exceptionally well, besides introducing him to murder and coercing his beliefs. Cardinal often brought Squirrel along for the murders, telling him to hide and observe to watch how a 'professional' does it, and so he did. The first time he witnessed it, he wasn't sure what to think, whether he was revolted or satisfied. It was bewildering and painful to accept since he didn't envision growing up in such a way. He often thought about Ferretkit, pondering when he would return to his gentle mother and fun-loving brother.
After a few observations, Cardinal finally dispersed his child, explaining that he may never see him again. "Son, I need you to fulfill your legacy. We may never meet again, but know I love you, and these lessons will come in paw; you will be successful." Cardinal wasn't the best at expressing his emotions, so those words felt genuine in the eyes of Squirrel. With that, the two departed their ways; Cardinal took his own life, and Squirrel returned to the Clans to fulfill this fake prophecy. Squirrel wasn't the same naive, innocent feline anymore, as much as he would be perceived. Squirrel returned to the Clan, walking right into Camp as if it was where he belonged. Warriors shrouded him, panicked and prepared to attack, hissing and spitting. However, Minkbranch's voice broke through the crowd, crying and meowing about how it was Squirrelkit, except older now. Ferretpaw and Squirrel were reunited, joyous to see one another again. The leader questioned his intentions, wondering where he was and if CougarClan could trust him. By this time, Squirrel was ten moons and would be assigned a mentor in hopes of proving his loyalty to the Clan. Receiving the name Squirrelpaw, he was given to a tom named Pollengaze, a congenial and motivational warrior.
The training sessions between Pollengaze and his father, Cardinal, were significantly different, though it was easy to catch on since he'd already known the basics and the more challenging dexterities. Squirrelpaw hadn't entirely known what to expect, but not sessions that were so bland compared to the ones he faced with Cardinal. By the end of his sessions with Cardinal, his paws were typically bloody. Meanwhile, claws weren't used unless he was climbing or hunting; sparring was lame. He managed well and was successful from the beginning, and cats amidst him were confused by his haste and impressive skills. It seemed that CougarClan had a challenging time entrusting the bachelor regarding his admirable aptitudes since most loners didn't possess skillfulness like those in the Clans. A few loners were highly successful in their survival, but Clan cats lived longer. Squirrelpaw trained for about seven moons, being named Squirrelchirp for his talkative and authoritative personality, unafraid to speak his mind whenever something was there.
Squirrelchirp is efficient in completing warrior duties and expressing himself as a valuable, admirable warrior, scornful of his skill. It's transparent that the warrior takes pride in his responsibilities as a member of CougarClan. Though, he's hiding undercover as a feline who's bound to take someone's life someday or multiple lives. He was destined to take more than one life, or so he believed. Despite his youth, Squirrelchirp enjoys leading patrols, followed by respectable warriors who admire Squirrelchirp's work ethic, overlooking his somewhat egotistical behavior. Not everyone trusts the bachelor, but they allow him to live in the Clan due to his current status of loyalty; since he hasn't displayed otherwise. Squirrelchirp adheres firmly to the warrior code, waiting for his moment to strike someone who doesn't stick to it. It's not long before Squirrelchirp makes a move; someday, his intentions will dig deeper into something much worse than what was initially arranged.
NAME HERE
Basic Information
TO GREED ALL
NATURE IS INSUFFICIENT.
NATURE IS INSUFFICIENT.
NAME | Squirrelchirp. | PAST NAME(S) | Squirrelkit, Squirrel, Squirrelpaw. |
AGE | Twenty moons. | GENDER | Male. |
PRONOUNS | He/Him/His. | SEXUALITY | Polyamorous. |
CLAN | CougarClan. | RANK | Warrior. |
BREED | Siberian Forest Cat. | ADOPTED FROM | N/A. |
Appearance
WHATEVER IS BEGUN IN ANGER
ENDS IN SHAME
ENDS IN SHAME
Squirrelchirp's pelage is dense and thick, soft to the touch. It's doubtful he freezes in the wintry season, preventing his body temperature from dropping too low. The talkative tomcat's predominant coloration is stunning, exhibiting a ruddy brown, saddled with ebony ticking along his backside, trailing to the tip of his feathery plume. On the back side of all four legs is jet black, ending at the heels starting from his underside. Besides his umber pigment, the bachelor is painted in radiant alabaster fur, groomed and cleanly. The white begins from his forehead, masked around his maw, down to his throat and chest. There is a break of brown between the white, and when his legs are close together, it looks like a heart is portrayed with his fur. Notably, his abdomen and chest are splattered with white, with patches of ruddy here and there. Undoubtedly, Squirrelchirp's countenance is alluring, with such brilliant jade-colored eyes standing out on his face. His white mask has brown splotches around his liver-tinged nose and mouth, following underneath his chin. Squirrelschop invariably stands tall, layered with muscles and conditioned strength. His physique is long and lean, although muscular beneath his lengthy-looking appearance. He's a big boy with sharp, short claws.Quick description: A tall and muscular ruddy brown tom with white splotches and jade eyes.
Personality
JEALOUSY IS THE TIE THAT BINDS,
AND BINDS, AND BINDS.
AND BINDS, AND BINDS.
Squirrelchirp displays a charming demeanor, enjoying conversing with others without fear. He has zero thoughts about approaching others, constantly on his toes if an individual decides to bombard him. Fortunately for him, the bachelor is incorruptable regarding his history with his family and the way he was raised. It's no easy task to mislead or guide the molly toward a morally acceptable lifestyle. From an outside perspective, Squirrelchrip emerges as exceptionally normal, although there is officially no standard for absolutely anyone. Numerous would struggle to believe Squirrelchrip portrays a perceptive mindset; however barely recognized through his valiance. Squirrelchrip effortlessly emphasizes with others, especially when they're unaware of his malignancy. He has a profound, conscious understanding of the world amidst him; he is settled and content with the concept. Death could be right around the corner, and he'd grin at the complexion of it. Squirrelchrip's spontaneous nature is presumably deceiving, as he is merely an open book, although he somehow keeps his maw closed about his discretions. The sire doesn't set off the usual evasive and hazardous persona detrimental felines often display. He's not the most translucent murderer. The tomcat misleads others with his talkative and deceptive behavior, wavering over others with his charming determination. He has a pleasant, delicate voice that might instantaneously trick the mind, as it appears he means zero intention of harm. It's relatively challenging to depict whether or not he is a menace, as his delight toward others may convey compassion. He often talks too much, genuinely enjoying the conversations with others, although he's constantly noting other felines for personal reasons. Squirrelchirp's essence is somewhat exploratory, communicating a humorous purpose through his irreverent portrayal. He blunders in taking anything seriously, believing life is a joke and everyone around him. He possesses dark humor, often known for making others uncomfortable. However, he doesn't constantly show this side of herself, as he remains sane for the most part. The mademoiselle is rather lazy regarding his goals in life, as he doesn't specifically harbor and in general, and his unambitious spirit persuades this indolence. The wicked bachelor is moderately unpredictable in his unhinged stability. In the depths of his mind, he coils around many ideas, gradually propelling his approach to them in the most slothful manner. He hasn't taken anyone's life yet, since he waits for the right time to strike, looking for his first victim.
There's no doubt that Squirrelchirp adores the idea of agonizing reflections and deaths. He is a predator out for blood, simpering in the countenance of those he visualizes about bearing to the skies of StarClan. He is one sacrilegious soul, particularly a cat that deserves no mercy. He doesn't entirely develop or improvise his plans, possessing an arbitrary impulse. He almost completely lacks the concept of organization or methodical notions. If one bypasses his pleasant, compassionate barricade, Squirrelchirp lacks consideration for anyone, articulated through his egotistical soul. He cares only about himself and how his life will turn out, willing to backstab just about anyone. It would be unfortunate for anyone to entrust the bachelor, as he's likely to take notes and utilize them later down the course. His immense ego is affixed to eventually break through, as there's no ceasing his self-centered conduct. Squirrelchirp is abnormal, as the introspections that churn her crania are disturbing and worrisome. The morbid interest in unsettling subjects predominantly was death, regarding any end to an individual and even the sanity or mental health of others. Squirrelchirp enjoyed getting to know others, with may explain his slow-burning intentions.
Statistics
THE GLUTTONS DIG THEIR OWN GRAVES
WITH THEIR TEETH.
WITH THEIR TEETH.
HEALTH | 18. | STRENGTH | 20. |
AGILITY | 17. | INTELLIGENCE | 13. |
LUCK | 11. | TOTAL | 79. |
Backstory
WHAT IS RIGHT IS OFTEN FORGOTTEN
BY WHAT IS CONVENIENT.
BY WHAT IS CONVENIENT.
◉ BIRTH
On one frigid wintry night, two kittens were born in the utter cold, hidden in the depths of the medicine cat's den in the dry deserted land of CougarClan. The mother's name was Minkbranch, a warrior of CougarClan, mated to an exiled rogue named Cardinal. He was known for his murders, scouted by each Clan due to his numerous slayings in the past moons. The tom was getting old, seemingly possessing a few litters of kittens beside Squirrelkit and Ferretkit. Minkbranch wanted Cardinal to see his kittens, as she truly believed she loved the antagonistic and treacherous feline. Unfortunately, right beneath her nose, she was being fooled by this rogue who called himself Cardinal. Minkbranch hadn't known of tom's intentions, unconscious that her kittens would be swept from the nests when they came of age; Cardinal would count down the days until those kittens opened their eyes. While in the nursery, she was prohibited from leaving since she was weening her children.◉ KITHOOD
Squirrelkit and Ferretkit eventually opened their eyes and could fully hear, cherished by their mother, Minkbranch, oblivious of their father's existence since their mother was entangled in a forbidden relationship. One late night, the medicine cat disappeared from the den to presumably stock up on medicinal herbs before the cold wilted everything in vision. Minkbranch was in a deep sleep, curled up with Ferretkit and Squirrelkit, although, Squirrelkit had woken from the sound of rustling outside the nursery. The curious tom creeped out from the den, looking around to see nothing but darkness around him. As the small feline turned around to return to his mother's warmth, he was snatched up by his nape, opening his maw to mew for help; but nothing came out. He was panicked and appalled, uncertain what to do as he was carried by a behemoth ruddy-colored tomcat, reeking of silver. Little did he know, the tomcat was his father, covered in blood from a recent kill. He was too young to recognize this, not entirely sure what blood was since his mother hadn't spoken of it. That night, Squirrelkit's life changed, as his whole perspective of the world was bound to be turned upside-down. Cardinal felt fortunate enough to get one kitten since his other kidnapping sessions never really turned out, often resulting in injuries due to getting caught. Cardinal was getting old and hadn't gotten the chance to raise one of his children out of multiple previous litters. None of his past mates allowed him to see his kittens after learning what he's done and who he is. Squirrelkit immediately started learning about the basics of hunting and combat with mere explanations and demonstrations of what's to come as he ages. Survival began early beyond the clans, or so Cardinal informed.
◉ APPRENTICESHIP
Cardinal raised Squirrelkit as Squirrel, refusing to alter the tom's name too broadly since the name fit his energetic and passionate personality much better. He already treasured his son, wondering when the time would be right to tell the child who he was. Surprisingly, Squirrel wasn't terrified since the ruddy tom didn't dare lay a claw on him; he merely swooped him up and carried him to a secure, warm location. Eventually, Cardinal began teaching the opposing tom about hunting, authorizing Squirrel to participate in these procedures in preparation for his future lessons. Squirrel didn't have much of a kithood since his father was quick to lecture and prepare him for life as an outcast. Squirrel often questioned his purpose, wondering why the tomcat took him from his birthplace. One day, that inquiry was answered when Cardinal proclaimed he was Squirrel's father. It wasn't too hard to believe since Squirrel looked more like Cardinal than he did his mother and brother. Cardinal explained that Squirrel had an unimaginable purpose, to take the lives of those who deserved it, and he believed it and would pursue that from there on out. Squirrel was expected to take the lives of those who deserved it. Cardinal insisted that Squirrel never lay a claw on felines who didn't do anything wrong; only kill those who break the code. Squirrel assumed he would return to the Clan someday as some spy or something for his father. His father harbored a different legacy; murdering kits and their families, leaving one family member to live in despair. All those gore stories crammed into Squirrel's brain were quite the image, developing a morbid mentality from a young age. Cardinal once told Squirrel that he was an assassin sent from StarClan, like some prophecy cat. Cardinal treated his son exceptionally well, besides introducing him to murder and coercing his beliefs. Cardinal often brought Squirrel along for the murders, telling him to hide and observe to watch how a 'professional' does it, and so he did. The first time he witnessed it, he wasn't sure what to think, whether he was revolted or satisfied. It was bewildering and painful to accept since he didn't envision growing up in such a way. He often thought about Ferretkit, pondering when he would return to his gentle mother and fun-loving brother.
After a few observations, Cardinal finally dispersed his child, explaining that he may never see him again. "Son, I need you to fulfill your legacy. We may never meet again, but know I love you, and these lessons will come in paw; you will be successful." Cardinal wasn't the best at expressing his emotions, so those words felt genuine in the eyes of Squirrel. With that, the two departed their ways; Cardinal took his own life, and Squirrel returned to the Clans to fulfill this fake prophecy. Squirrel wasn't the same naive, innocent feline anymore, as much as he would be perceived. Squirrel returned to the Clan, walking right into Camp as if it was where he belonged. Warriors shrouded him, panicked and prepared to attack, hissing and spitting. However, Minkbranch's voice broke through the crowd, crying and meowing about how it was Squirrelkit, except older now. Ferretpaw and Squirrel were reunited, joyous to see one another again. The leader questioned his intentions, wondering where he was and if CougarClan could trust him. By this time, Squirrel was ten moons and would be assigned a mentor in hopes of proving his loyalty to the Clan. Receiving the name Squirrelpaw, he was given to a tom named Pollengaze, a congenial and motivational warrior.
The training sessions between Pollengaze and his father, Cardinal, were significantly different, though it was easy to catch on since he'd already known the basics and the more challenging dexterities. Squirrelpaw hadn't entirely known what to expect, but not sessions that were so bland compared to the ones he faced with Cardinal. By the end of his sessions with Cardinal, his paws were typically bloody. Meanwhile, claws weren't used unless he was climbing or hunting; sparring was lame. He managed well and was successful from the beginning, and cats amidst him were confused by his haste and impressive skills. It seemed that CougarClan had a challenging time entrusting the bachelor regarding his admirable aptitudes since most loners didn't possess skillfulness like those in the Clans. A few loners were highly successful in their survival, but Clan cats lived longer. Squirrelpaw trained for about seven moons, being named Squirrelchirp for his talkative and authoritative personality, unafraid to speak his mind whenever something was there.
◉ WARRIORHOOD
Squirrelchirp is efficient in completing warrior duties and expressing himself as a valuable, admirable warrior, scornful of his skill. It's transparent that the warrior takes pride in his responsibilities as a member of CougarClan. Though, he's hiding undercover as a feline who's bound to take someone's life someday or multiple lives. He was destined to take more than one life, or so he believed. Despite his youth, Squirrelchirp enjoys leading patrols, followed by respectable warriors who admire Squirrelchirp's work ethic, overlooking his somewhat egotistical behavior. Not everyone trusts the bachelor, but they allow him to live in the Clan due to his current status of loyalty; since he hasn't displayed otherwise. Squirrelchirp adheres firmly to the warrior code, waiting for his moment to strike someone who doesn't stick to it. It's not long before Squirrelchirp makes a move; someday, his intentions will dig deeper into something much worse than what was initially arranged.◉ PRESENT DAY
Will fill out after some IC roleplay!
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FAMILY & RELATIONSHIPS
WE ARE RARELY PROUD
WHEN WE ARE ALONE.
WHEN WE ARE ALONE.
FATHER | Cardinal. | MOTHER | Minkbranch. |
BROTHER(S) | Ferret--. | SISTER(S) | None. |
OTHER(S) | None. | MATE | None. |
INTEREST | None. | MENTOR | None. |
APPRENTICE | None. | FORMER APPRENTICE(S) | None. |
{Spoiler}{Spoiler}{Spoiler}{Spoiler}🖤 Hates.
💔 Misses.
💖 Adores.
🧡 Distrusts.
💘 Crush.
💕 In love.
💗 Platonic/familial love.
💜 Respects.
💛 Afraid of.
🤍 Stranger.
💚 Friends.
💞 Good friends.
💙 Dislikes.
💔 Misses.
💖 Adores.
🧡 Distrusts.
💘 Crush.
💕 In love.
💗 Platonic/familial love.
💜 Respects.
💛 Afraid of.
🤍 Stranger.
💚 Friends.
💞 Good friends.
💙 Dislikes.
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