Weaselscreech

## uhh Weaselscreech

Bad Bitch?

*Weaselscreech is a stunning soft haired calico, her physique is a beautiful dappled brown and black, with a cream-white underbelly, chest, chin, and paws. She has long legs but a shorter and skinnier frame, still a little over average tall. She has a scar leading from the tip of her throat to the bottom of her chest, and she wears it proudly. Her vibrant green orbs are a cloverfield of devilry, so easy to get lost in them~. Weasel's resting face looks as if she’s about to say something sarcastic, bored tinted eyes usually matching her mood when talking to a cat of disinterest to her. She has sharp canines which are always showing with her smirk- they look similar to her silver, sharp claws that Weaselscreech takes time to tune. She smells of heavy pine and aster flowers with the amount of time she spends out in the territory, one of her favorite spots to hunt and relax being a hidden off aster patch.*

### Personality

A fire starter, a problem maker, anything that could be associated with temperamental and immoral could define the deviltry warrior known as Weaselscreech.

The young warrior is an abrasive feline with a rude attitude, not afraid to push and pull at other cats' poor old feelings and mood. She doesn’t care for those who don’t like her anymore, but she will make damn sure you know she doesn’t like you back. With harsh words or sharp claws, messing with her will prove to be a mistake. She had always gotten away with whatever she wanted, she is royalty after all. She lives to be ‘heartless’ towards others, it’s just who she is! Be upset. Be angry. If it gets her claws under your pelt then she has won.

Weasel is insensitive and cold, not all the time it happens she means to be even. Her perception of the clan and morales are out of place. Since seemingly everyone in her life has abandoned her one way or another, this very loosely ties her to the code- if they can break their loyalty to her, well then she can do the same. She loves attention and loves being liked. Even if she is a tease~ sure she might act like she likes you.. But more often than not unless she makes it clear, you’re just.. A doll to her. Disposable. Unnecessary. The pretty calico watches- waits, learns. She sees what makes cats tick and how to use it against them, it’s all for the more fun in her mind. As much as she may poke around at other cats, trying to.. Fight back? Hah! With quick words and even quicker claws, Weaselscreech can go from one to one hundred real quick.

She basks in her title as the curt and callous one, the one to avoid, the one to dim the demeanor of the room. The silk touched molly knows she is pretty and she knows she is hated. Both brush her ego the same.

### History

*"The revenge we can take is on these... these.. these MOUSE-BRAINED WARRIORS."* - Weaselkit to Bearkit during their first prank together.

Weaselkit was born in ShadowClan, along with her siblings Wolfkit and Tawnykit. Their parents are Wildfire and Talon, however during the first moons of their life this information was not known. Because of the little attention she received, this caused the calico to act out as she pleased, developing bad habits from the start. Bullying, teasing, even clawing. Since she was never truly punished these habits never went away or got addressed, only getting worse. This only amplified when she met Bearkit and Heatherkit, fellow troublemakers with similar attitudes at the time. After her dung party with Bearkit the two stopped hanging out as much, part of that being Weasel thinking she was bad luck. Staying Closer to Heatherkit the two were decent.. yet were more of partners in crime than friends. Multiple arguments broke out between the two, resulting in petty fights, many words shouted each way, and plenty of landing in the mud. After getting greencough Weaselkit got her first taste of being trapped inside the medicine den, deeming it 'the worst place to be in camp,' even rather being in the elders den. It stopped many of her plans to make friends and cause trouble, but did get her closer to Heatherkit and as well let her meet the medicine cats. She hated all three of them.

Even with all her new friends, Weaselkit still didn't have what she really wanted.. Parents. Moms are overrated and adopted Maplestar as her father. First telling him to change his coat because they looked to alike, then after deciding it was what linked them as father and daughter. Later on it was also told to her that Wildfire was her mother. She refused to tell anyone, only claiming Maple was her dad. This boost of royalty only gave her a worse attitude, telling everyone she could get them exiled or punished. This only made more cats hate her, which she didn't care about.

WIP- app part

*”Do I need to engrave it into your head? You are a pathetic, measly, lying, insensitive dung-face. We get it. You have an ego to nurture- putting yourself and your pride above everyone else?" -* Weaselpaw to Heatherpaw in the territory, arguing.

Becoming an apprentice was the blooming point for Weaselpaw. She finally got to go out into the territory, she finally got to cause some real trouble and have some real fun. Who would be her mentor? Surely Maplestar had the brains to give her someone intelligent, smart, strong, *fun..* Alas, that was not the case. She got Rookshade. He fit none of the categories- just a pathetic pushover. Training was horrible. He treated Weaselpaw like a kitten and was teaching her things they already knew. They fought.. \*a lot..\* But still not as much as her and Heatherpaw. At the time, the tan tom was much more of an insensitive uncaring narcissistic brat. Which frankly was the best parts of him, but not when he was being such a was towards her. Arguing was a moonly thing. She apologized once, he apologized once. After that it was just petty bickering.

Many warriors began to show their true colors around this time. Silvertongue was a no good wannabe cool-kid who couldn't shut her maw for even the coming of StarClan. Bloomingdawn was some white spy who just insisted on being with her dad 24/, pissing Weaselpaw off. All the others were a blur of intolerable and airheaded nobody's. This picked away at her loyalties and morales.. they weren't good to her, why would she be to them?

WIP- warrior part

*"Great StarClan Leafy, I'd drown you in the lake if it wasn't already so full of trash."* - Weaselscreech to Leafstem as they were fighting over her being a terrible deputy.