[JaxenAmethyst]

Originally Posted by bad company

Mollies and Gentletoms! Put your paws together for Squirrelstreak!
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I ain't no one special. I know this, but at least listen to my story, until the very end if you can. It may bot be as long as the rest, but again, I ain't no one special. My name is Squirrelstreak. I am a hyper little kitty, but I'm great under pressure. I'm talkative, and some might say too talkative, but I'm focused. I try to be, at least.
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She's a small, thinly built dark ginger spotted tabby with a with a darker stripe down her back that extends on to her white tail, with lighter ginger bands spreading off on the tail. Her paws, chest, muzzle, and underbelly are white, and the markings on her face range from dark ginger to white. Her ears are tall and round, and the curl backwards, unlike that of most cats' ears. She's very small, and definitely built more for speed and agility than for strength, though her legs are slender, that are slightly stocky and even a bit muscled, but she's an overall well built cat, with short, silky fur covering her body, and longer, courser fur on her tail. Squirrel's eyes are very wide and round, and they are set at the slightest of angles, while her paws are small, round and neat.
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She's very active and lively, and is always willing to help. She'd never abandon a cat in need, and always puts others before herself. She isn't one to give up, and she can be quiet stubborn, always sticking to what she said. She'd never break a promise, and sticks very closely to the warrior code. It wouldn't be easy to find as cat more loyal than this one. Even if she met a cat and loved them, but they weren't in ShadowClan, she would not go and break the code. It just isn't her, and she doesn't want to disrespect her ancestors' sacred code that the created season upon season before she was born. Squirrelstreak is very respectful, and knows her place well in the Clan. She wants to become a mentor one day, to pass down her knowledge and abilities to the future generation. It was always a dream of hers to become leader when she was young, but she doesn't know anymore. She isn't certain where her pawsteps will guide her, but she hopes to be remembered well beyond her days. She loves to run through the undergrowth, and can be very, very talkative, often times, she'll start to ramble on and is very hard to shut up, so many may find this annoying. She is not exactly the best of listeners due to this, but she does try her best, and is very persistent and will almost never drop out of a challenge, unless she knows that she has absolutely no chance of winning, but once she's started something, she will always finish it.
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So there you have it. That's me. I'm young, yes, but I'm not too young. And sure, maybe I am too talkative sometimes, but I will never break the code. And in the end, every challenge I face, I will finish until the very end. I maybe this sporadic little cat when I'm in the territory, but I keep to my tasks. I won't let anyone get left behind. If you needed help, I'd be there.
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As the molly was told to go for the prey she gave a small sigh and stalked closer. Her pelt didn't help, so she had to be absolutely silent. She stalked carefully, the squirrel remaining unaware of her presence. She felt tension beginning to build from it, however. The squirrel sensed something, and turned it's head to her, and she froze, absolutely still. For what felt like forever she stayed there, making short, quick, quiet breaths as the squirrel stared at her. She wasn't close enough to be able to catch it if it ran, so she had to remain as motionless as possible. To her luck, the squirrel went back to nibbling the nut in his hand. She quickly made her way to jumping distance and froze. She waited for the squirrel to stand up for a clean grab. She waited and waited, and finally, it stood. Then, like lightening she shot, and just as she hoped she caught it by it's neck, and in one swift move, she broke it and it fell limp in her maw.

She rose her head as she held her catch proudly. She padded back to the tom and gave him a sweet smile before running back to camp, with him close behind. She giggled as she ran through the overgrowth, laughing and playing with the squirrel in her maw, the tom running along side her.

"Slow down!" he called through the feathers of his wren. She only laughed, and sped up.

"You can't make me!" she called, and kept running still. He spread up to her laughing. They weren't paying attention, and before they realized it, the seastones cliff as right infront of them. She skidded to a halt and looked back, seeing he was still running. "Mousefang!" she screamed. All too late, he tried to stop, skidding along the rocks, but still slid off the cliff. She looked down frantically and saw him hanging on. "Hold on! Reach!" she called, stretching her paw down to him. He grabbed it, but she began to slide. She scrambled her paws to lift him up to the cliff, and he watched.

"Squirrelstreak." he meowed softly.

"Hold on, we'll get through this!" she said, struggling to lift him as her paws were beginning to come off more.

"You have to let go..." he said, and she looked down at him.

"What, no... No! We'll get through this, I almost have you up!" she said, tears welling in her eyes.

"Squirrly, I want you to know one thing..." he said, and she looked down at him, and slowly horror filled her gaze.

"Mousefang...." she began, and he closed his eyes.

"I'll always love you." he said.

"Mousefang, no!" she cried.

"Bye, little sis..." he said, and turned his paw, making it slip from her grip and he fell.

"NO!" she screamed and watched him fall to the sandy beach of the seastones and hit with a faint thud. She stayed there, horror-struck. The last of her family, now dead. It was her fault. All of it was her fault. She layed there, her paw still over the cliff, and her cries filled the forest.
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Yeah, that's my backstory. I thought I lost my own soul when I lost Mousefang. He was the one who helped me after my parents died. I gave a vow that I would be the best of the clan, that I will be remembered. It was his wish, and now it's mine. I will be famous. For the both of us.
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Well, that's me. I guess you have other, probably more willing cats to look at. I have to go, got a hunting patrol I have to go to. Thanks for reading anyways.

AHHHHH YOU DID SUCH A GREAT JOB, BAD COMPANY! THAT ENDING WAS SO SAD! I cried, thinking about if my brother left me like that.