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(Note this was suppose to be done on September /7/ 2019, but didn't due to me forgetting about my dates for her. lol. So this is a week late.)
Firesquirrel had lived her first 10 Moons as a kitty-pet. She had everything she wanted. A loving Mother, food , a warm place to sleep and relax. But that changed when all of a sudden her owner, grabbed her and chucked her out of the only home she knew. The fire colored tabby was now on her own. She stayed near her home, yowling to be let back in, her Mother cried for her daughter, unable to help her. Her old owner finally decided after awhile that he was tired of hearing her and raised a gun in the air, shot and Fire, as she was called, took off down the street, heading towards her forever home, though at the time she didn't know this. She ran and spent most of her time, eating scrapes of left over food, that she could find. She grew skinny and lean, hunger drove her to find a better life and hunting grounds.
She traveled for about 2 more months and soon headed into the wheat fields, that happened to be her salvation. She began to hunt for food, a mouse or a bird, was what she was wanting, but didn't know which to get, so she focused on the mouse, since it was on the ground. She lowered herself to the ground and began to follow it's enticing scent. She didn't know that she was on her families land or that she would come face to face with the leader. She crept forward and inch by inch until she saw her prey. Another scent was there but not being trained she thought it was a bird, not a cat.
She reached a good point in which to pounce and she did. She never reached the mouse, because she ended up being attacked by the other animal. It was Glowstar, the Leader of DayClan, whom had attacked her. They fought for a few more minutes and Fire gave up and surrendered. She waited for Glowstar to say or do something, she half expected her to kill or at least maim her. What happened next shocked her to the core....
Glowstar hiccuped, "oh my God, wow, excuse me. I beat you in a battle and then I ruin the moment."
Glowstar's gaze always seemed to have a look of trouble. Her eyes sparked with a storm of green embers that edged between burning out and transforming into wildfires. Her stature was tall and her form hourglass shaped. She had glossy fur like a WaterClan warrior. Her muscle toned body perfectly crafted to league standards. Her fur was an ocean of wild auburn cinnamon waves kissing up against the shores of her auburn bombshell coat. Notably the honey blonde drizzled throughout her fur was a grass stained green balayage.
Glowstar stepped off of Firesquirrel, Her emerald eyes glistened like the stars overhead with a majesty that few could match, "That was a pretty good fight, you held your ground well. What do you call yourself?"
"My name is fire." She told the other she-cat as she got up and began to smooth her fur out. "I was a house cat before my owner threw me out. My mother said that she and my Father came from a group called DayClan. They told me that I have a grandmother there and that they had been captured." She told Glowstar. "Do you know this group? and where to find them?" She asked curiously.
