Squeaks

**Squeaks** is a black cat with turquoise-blue eyes.

**Squeaks** was born as an outsider to Haunt and Lotus.

## Appearance

An unusually petite cat with a short, soft coat crisscrossed with many scars. His pelt is a solid black deeper than midnight, only disrupted by a single paw and the tip of his tail in a matching snowy white. Luminous turquoise-blue eyes observe their surroundings intently with a cunning astuteness only growing colder with age. His right ear is shredded, matching scratch marks under his right eye from the same attack never quite fading. A purple collar rusted maroon with age and blood rests tightly around his neck. Metallic golden spikes and cascading chains drape the length of the collar, chiming gently with every movement. A vintage-looking burnished gold band made of interlocking chain links rests tight above the collar further up his neck. Around his paws are dried thorns woven between each individual digit as if extra claws.

## Personality

Born to a loner named Lotus in the midst of leaf-fall, Squeaks had always had a innocence to his center. A weak constitution even for kitten standards had left him in compromised standing from the beginning. Despite his uncertain future, the kit held belief that things would be fine as long as he was by his mother’s side like a lifeline.

Lotus took care to keep him safe in the face of dangers a loner’s life presented yet it presented a great challenge on her own. Sunlitshadow, an EmberClan warrior his mother was seeing at the time, was a prominent part of Squeak’s first couple moons. The handsome and charismatic tom provided Lotus some much needed support, and subsequently filled a paternal roll in Squeak’s eyes. He was enamored by the glamorous warrior’s tales of thrill and intrigue. Power and glory in battle gained through a warrior’s unshakable spirit paired with a will to survive became his ideals. To say he admired Sunlitshadow would be an understatement; He wanted to be just like the older tom. Squeaks wished to be a real warrior, idealizing their lifestyle based on Sunlitshadow’s fanciful stories.

Finally deciding to see it for himself, Squeaks snuck away from his mother’s den while she was out hunting. Plucking up all the courage needed, Squeaks went on an adventure to the territory he had heard so much about. As if by fate, he found the cat he had sought within the rocky moor’s boundaries; Sunlitshadow. They weren’t alone however, as the apprentice Coyotepaw stood alongside his mentor in confusion and increasing distress.

Squeaks’ enthusiasm upon seeing Sunlitshadow turned to fear upon seeing the seemingly kind warrior’s expression of disgust. Was he the one to cause such an emotion within the cat he idolized? Squeaks tried to remind Sunlitshadow of their bond, panic rising as the warrior had seemingly changed his entire demeanor within an instant. The warrior couldn’t have rumors of a rogue kit claiming to share his blood tarnish an otherwise perfectly maintained reputation. Giving the order to attack, Sunlitshadow pit his apprentice against an utterly helpless Squeaks, the thrashing utterly brutal, leaving the kit with permanent physical and mental scars he barely managed to escape from.

Returning to Lotus in tears, the molly knew she couldn’t raise Squeaks alone and unprotected. Taking a gamble on a friend in HollowClan, Lotus decided to seek refuge with her son within the Clan. Despite being fearful, Squeaks attempted to remain hopeful with this new start. Acclimation to this new environment didn’t go well for him, as ultimately the change was already extreme for a weak and injured kit. Lotus thrived in the life of a Clan herself, and while feeling obligated to worry for her son harbored the knowledge that she had to find an alternative for him.

Squeaks had no choice but to believe Lotus’s words when she told how HollowClan wanted him gone, and that his only choice was to be a kittypet. His world was crumbling with every step Lotus took away from him, getting further away than ever before. A promise of her return was nothing but falsehood he soon found, stuck in a neglectful household full of strange felines struggling for survival themself.

Left to his own devices, the last of his innocence is nothing more than a faded residual. Paranoia and fear threaten consume him, and yet a stronger force surpasses even those. The urge to become more than his hollowed-out bones. If nobody would be there for him, then he’d be there for himself. Preservation at all costs, he’ll carve his way into a space all his own—no matter the sin required.

## Family

**Parents:**
Haunt (living, confirmed)
Lotus (living, confirmed)

**Grandarents:**
Opalescence (living, confirmed)
Tahiti (living, confirmed)

**Aunt/Uncle:**
Hydrangea (living, confirmed)