SQUIRREL

[castaway]

NAME. squirrel
GENDER. female
AGE. one year
CLASS. vagrant

APPEARANCE.

compared to her name, she looks nothing like a squirrel. though she has the body structure, and the personality of one. some, when first meeting her, think she's a boy. she doesn't even really understand why, to be honest. squirrel has this bones, always has. she's hard to see, usually. unless of course it's the middle of winter and she's trying to hide in a snow bank. nopenope, that doesn't work for her. her whole frame is small. for her age, she should be bigger than what she is. but she's not. who knows how big she'll get, really. the little she-cat's bones are unbelievably frail. sure, she can fall out of a tree and survive. but, she wouldn't be able to withstand being stepped on. not by someone larger than herself. to be completely serious, squirrel weighs next to nothing. her skin clings somewhat to her ribcage. however, if you lift her. it's obvious she's well fed. it just doesn't look it. she has a belly on her, you just can't really see it. if you know what i mean. now, aside from her structure.

the reason most felines seem to mistake her for a male when they meet her, is mostly the fact that her face is slightly more masculine that most females. instead of being narrow, and more defined in she cheekbones and jaw. her cheeks are puffier and stick out a little more. her eyes are buggy, as well. they have this way of protruding from her face. so, she sometimes gets eye infections, pretty quickly. she's got hints of siamese in her, though no one can tell. the painting that plasters squirrel's thin-boned body is a mask of white. typical. but, you know how i said she wouldn't be able to hide in snow? because she's pitch black on top. at birth everyone thought she'd be brown and white. nopenope. black and white. tuxedo. and to think, her mother was a purebred siamese. her father a grey and white tom that no one liked. yeah, where did they go wrong to end up with this pipsqueak? no one knows. not even the parents themselves. squirrel's paws are white. dainty, tiny, but white. her face, the jaw part, and up the side of her nose is white, too. she was just spray-painted with white in random places. her eyes, on the other hand. are golden. serious gold, not that fake stuff you find in the dollar store. they glisten, baby. glisten with intelligence and livelihood.

PERSONALITY.

to be fair, this feline is rather squirrelish in nature. never sitting still, speaking her mind. chattering away as if everyone in the world was listening. she drives people insane, without intention. she talks fast, and is usually always doing something. her personality makes it hard for people to get really close to her. as she seems to talk her way out of things. being the innocent, misleading cat that she is. but this is just her usual. the way she acts when angered, sad, afraid and happy. squirrel is a sly young cat, and has a way of worming her way into peoples lives.. whether they want her there or not.

whenever squirrel gets upset, it's a given fact. the little she-cat mopes about. dragging her paws, whining when something doesn't go her way. she'll often follow the person who was the reason for her disappointment and upset feelings. she does this to get back on their good side. does this so she can have people see her, notice her. want her to stay. even though she isn't the type of cat who wants all of this attention. she wants people to know she's there. and that she'd a part of their life, no matter what they think. however she doesn't much like the feel of being close to another. she'll get to know them, try and become their bestfriend. but she's not a fan of being touched. shies away from those who do the slightest mistake of flicking a tail over her fur. this, many times leads to anxiety and frustration, outbursts of annoyance and loud responses. sometimes tears, if it ever leads to that.

squirrel's emotions can get a bit out of hand when it comes to being touched. she doesn't mean to be harsh and prickly. she's led a bad, unforgiving life. and still has horrible thoughts about what might happen. being touched triggers these emotions, or even being too close to her. at first, she gets frisky, in an attempt to get away. however it's usually up to the other feline to be observant of squirrels actions. she lets you know when she wants to be left alone. she gets scared, too. worries a lot. gets nervous, itching to run away. these overactive emotions lead to frustration, causing her vocals to quiver and allow her to yell and cry out in mock pain and fear. she breaks down, plain and simple. but breaking down means your making her angry. and squirrel gets extremely mean and physical when angry. she bites, scratches. attacks you in a blind rage.

usually this is all for no reason, triggered plainly by being touched or become claustrophobic with another cat.

however, on the other hand. her happiness is pretty delicate. if a tad bit annoying. she's energetic. loves to romp around and play. so much so, that it can annoy other cats. this makes squirrel more of a clingy, yet still reserved cat. she is unusually bipolar, having acts of annoyance and disorderly anger. while yet having the ability to float around the edges of her mind and have the time of her life. she isn't any ordinary cat, thats for sure.

HISTORY.

squirrel was born a regular cat. with the shelter of her mother, knowing who her dad was. however she was an only child, in a feline sense. however, she'd been an accident. the moment she was of age to leave, her parents pushed her away. refused to let her back in. she was actually abandoned too early. she'd come home to no one. just the stale scent of her mother. of course, as a reflex, the little she-cat attempted following her mothers scent. though, by the pawprints left behind, and the scent. she'd been at a long, loping pace. she was already gone. without any notice. she'd never even seen her father ever again. before then, she'd always been a loving, nurturing cat who enjoyed the company and warmth of others.

now, since being abandoned and left by herself to feed herself. she isn't anymore. she shies away from people. keeps herself at a distance. she's hurting inside, and has little idea on how to mend. since abandonment, squirrel has learned to cope with the harsh winters and suffocating summers. stealing what she needs to survive, living on the outside of the world in her case. she isn't the same cat she was when she was little. she's changed. and not for the better. she has mood swings, harms others without thought. doesn't think as clearly as she should. squirrel has a long history of getting in trouble. risking her neck to stay alive. to be quite honest, the monarchy's don't really like her much. as it appears she had a tendency to sneak in and steal from them too.

all in all, because of her past. squirrel has forgotten how to love.

VOICE.

her voice comes at various volumes. sometimes loud, sometimes quiet. sometimes in between. it all depends. however, her voice is a fairly piping, squeakish voice. different from most felines deeper vocals. she's a cheery young lady, otherwise.

GAIT.

bouncy. instead of the regular skulk, prowl, or lumber. she bounces around. literally, she's almost like a squirrel. named well, obviously. she's also always on the move, this girl never sits still.

SECRETS.

hey, a secret is supposed to be a secret right? no telling. however, she holds secrets about stealing other peoples meals when they weren't looking. but, of course, it was only because she was hungry...

DREAMS.

of one day growing big and strong! she also dreams of having all the food she could possibly eat. because she's so popular and amazing that everyone looks up to her.

FEARS.

like most. squirrel fears death. but most imporantly, this young girl fears never being loved.

SOCIAL HISTORY.

squirrel's father,
the 'patpat' sound of someone entering an area of which the floor was solid, and echoed as they stepped, alerted the muscular tom to his daughter. at once, the tom's eyes hardened. he stepped aside as squirrel moved to rub against him. she purred loudly, the sound echoing in his ears. he gritted his teeth in annoyance. " dad, i love you. you know that right? " she asked, looking up at him with her clear eyes. she waved her tail from side to side. her father just grunted. " go play with your friends. there's nothing here for you to do. " before he shoved her away with his face. she stumbled, scrambling to get a grip. she nodded eagerly, however. " okay! bye, dad. " she called happily.

squirrel's friends,
as the black and white kitten raced down the path, leading away from where she took shelter with her mother and father every night. as she neared the clearing that she romped and played in. squirrel's eyes caught the movement of pelts rushing through the trees, coming towards her. she sat immediately, waving her tail in contentment. " hi guys! what are we doing today? " she asked brightly. as they neared, their sly grins made her insides quiver a little. right now they didn't seem nice. " you, are going to catch every one of us fish. right now, go! " the largest one pounced at her, and squirrel leaped backwards, scrabbling at the wet floor. " o-of course! " she chirped, rushing around to the pond. as she sat there, hunkering over the edge. she heard twigs snapping. by this time, almost an hour had passed. her claws hurt from the writhing fish. and, to her dismay, she'd only caught one. that was when the group of cats swarmed her, shoving her into the pond. flinging rocks and whatnot at her with their tails and paws. she was having trouble getting to the surface. and when she did, all she heard was their laughter. she choked, flailing to get to the other side. real fear littered in her eyes. when she grabbed hold of the opposite end of the pond, she gasped, sucking in as much air as she could. " serves you right for not getting us the fish we wanted. " one sneered.

the next one threatened to push her into the water. she choked out a frightened response. " i-i'm sorry! i was trying! please, don't. this isn't what friends do! " she cried, eyes watering with fearful tears. " hah. who said we were your friends? you're worthless. a waste of our time. come on boys, lets find someone else. " the eldest, biggest one said, snatching up the only fish she'd caught. the one in front of her shoved her back in the water, and she writhed uselessly. once broken through to the air again, the toms she thought as her friends had left, abandoning her. she whined in spite. " ... guys? " she hauled herself out of the water, shaking the water from her coat. she was sodden wet, dripping still. if she went home now, her mother would be furious. she was awfully harsh lately. always getting angry with her. the kitten whined, bending her head down low. she flattened her ears. for a while, she just sat there. shivering. waiting for her fur to dry. then, once somewhat dry, squirrel turned tail and ran for the den she was to sleep in. it was nightfall, her mother would be expecting her.

squirrel's mother,
the black and white she-cat's pelt was hard to see through the dark shadows. it was dark outside, yet squirrel needed to sleep. it tugged at her as she made her way to the den. she blinked her eyes in the growing darkness, making out the resting shape of her mother. the soft sighs that emitted from her direction gave squirrel the sense that she was asleep. of course, she wasn't. but the small feline was too tired to notice. as she drew near, her paws stepping lightly as to not 'wake her mother.' squirrel laid beside her, in a sense. she was far enough away that she wouldn't know if her mother had left. sneaking to her side, the young cat nuzzled her mothers cheek. " i love you mom.. " she purred, curling herself into a tight ball. lately mother didn't like her sleeping against her. after the words of love had been whispered, and squirrel's breathing slowed. the mother got to her feet, glancing back at her daughter. she hadn't said anything to acknowledge that her own daughter loved her. just turned and fled from the cave. leaving behind everything she'd ever took the time to care for.

QUESTIONS.

squirrel has been asking questions since she was born. many the regular, 'how do you get in the tree.' 'how do i get down.' 'can you help me?' and many others. but, since her horrendous past, squirrel continuously asks 'why did my mother abandon me?' and also, 'is there a reason no one likes me?'

[abri[elle]]

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