WINDRUNNER
Ranger
Past Names|| Wellington | Windy
Age|| 52 moons Description|| A lanky and agile ruddy ticked tabby Somali mix tom with golden orange eyes and messy/wavy fur. Skills|| Swift | Good humored | Polite | Sense of smell | Protective Faults|| Very curious | Quick tempered | Overprotective Goals|| Raise a family | Train great rangers Sexuality|| Straight Other|| Nicked ear |
Personality||Windrunner is a very reserved character around those he doesn't know, but he's very willing to get to know other cats. He's a gentleman most of the time, but can be very quick to anger, especially with his words. He's pretty easy going and often overly dramatic.
Wind loves kits and they love him. He likes to play wrestle with them, let them pounce on him, play hide and seek and other games. He might be a good fighter, but he loves to babysit and tell stories. He'd like to have a family of his own one day, but hasn't quite found the right she-cat.
Driftbreeze|| Windrunner believes in Driftbreeze's goal to create an open and accepting clan. He's knew to the idea of clan life, but enjoys the freedom of living in Dustclan.
Wraith|| Windrunner tries to avoid Wraith when he can since they don't share a sense of humor and the Second Navigator scares him.
Wind loves kits and they love him. He likes to play wrestle with them, let them pounce on him, play hide and seek and other games. He might be a good fighter, but he loves to babysit and tell stories. He'd like to have a family of his own one day, but hasn't quite found the right she-cat.
Driftbreeze|| Windrunner believes in Driftbreeze's goal to create an open and accepting clan. He's knew to the idea of clan life, but enjoys the freedom of living in Dustclan.
Wraith|| Windrunner tries to avoid Wraith when he can since they don't share a sense of humor and the Second Navigator scares him.
History||Windy was a kittypet long time ago. He doesn't talk about it though. His name then was Wellington, but It's not that he is ashamed, but he knows what many other clan cats would think of him. His original home started out nice, but soon there were tons of little twolegs and then some dogs and he couldn't take living in fear of being stepped on or grabbed or chased. He was a very cautious cat, and while most would call him skittish, that was the wrong term. Windy was cautious. And he felt very out of place. He longed to escape and one day, he did.
City life was very very different. He knew more than some of the strays how dogs really worked, how twolegs thought of pretty cats. And he knew he was pretty. He was also very large, if not very muscular, and could throw his weight around if needed. He spent a lot of time hiding from twolegs, but became used to the life of traveling wherever he pleased.
Of course, one thing he missed about the twoleg next was how lonely it was on his own. Most other strays either didn't want any company or had a companion or two and weren't willing to risk adding another mouth. Wellington might have been friendly, but his fellow loners often weren't. At least, until he met Wraith.
On night, Wraith was sitting in the middle of the tiny local park as if he was running some sort of meeting. Most of the nearby strays gave him space, none venturing into the park while he was there. But Wellington was curious about the strange blue tabby. He approached carefully, the strange tom eyeing him the whole way, but not moving at all. "You're pretty brave. Must be new around here," Wellington said.
"Actually, you're new. I've been here before."
That was...strange. Wellington had been living here for almost 12 moons now...this guy must had meant before that. It would explain why all the other cats were leaving him alone instead of trying to push him out of their territory. And that in itself meant this guy was...intimidating? Feared? The blue tom didn't look like anything special. But he did smell...interesting. Like fresh water and leaves and grass and some sort of glorious meat smell all oozing confidence.
The tom eyed Wellington carefully as the fluffy red took in his scent. "I think I am here for you, actually. Would you like to know more about where I come from?" He stood with a long stretched and padded to the edge of the park. Wellington's nose drew him along a few steps.
He stopped himself, hesitant. He glanced around and found no other strays in sight, the fat moon not helping in the slightest. He certainly didn't have any ties here. And that tom was interesting...He smelled like the wild country, somewhere Wellington had never been before. And would certainly like too. "Yes," he replied, following the dark tom confidently.
Wraith introduced him to Driftsky and a few other cats. They were a family, looking for more lost family, like Wellington. IT didn't matter that none of them had known each other very long, because they all believed in the same ideals. You're family is what you make it, you always protect it, and you always seek one more adventure.
Wellington agreed to join them. He was told to choose a new name, one based on the wilds that would signify his new life. He chose the name Windrunner. He loved the feel of the breeze around him and he was just as swift as it.
City life was very very different. He knew more than some of the strays how dogs really worked, how twolegs thought of pretty cats. And he knew he was pretty. He was also very large, if not very muscular, and could throw his weight around if needed. He spent a lot of time hiding from twolegs, but became used to the life of traveling wherever he pleased.
Of course, one thing he missed about the twoleg next was how lonely it was on his own. Most other strays either didn't want any company or had a companion or two and weren't willing to risk adding another mouth. Wellington might have been friendly, but his fellow loners often weren't. At least, until he met Wraith.
On night, Wraith was sitting in the middle of the tiny local park as if he was running some sort of meeting. Most of the nearby strays gave him space, none venturing into the park while he was there. But Wellington was curious about the strange blue tabby. He approached carefully, the strange tom eyeing him the whole way, but not moving at all. "You're pretty brave. Must be new around here," Wellington said.
"Actually, you're new. I've been here before."
That was...strange. Wellington had been living here for almost 12 moons now...this guy must had meant before that. It would explain why all the other cats were leaving him alone instead of trying to push him out of their territory. And that in itself meant this guy was...intimidating? Feared? The blue tom didn't look like anything special. But he did smell...interesting. Like fresh water and leaves and grass and some sort of glorious meat smell all oozing confidence.
The tom eyed Wellington carefully as the fluffy red took in his scent. "I think I am here for you, actually. Would you like to know more about where I come from?" He stood with a long stretched and padded to the edge of the park. Wellington's nose drew him along a few steps.
He stopped himself, hesitant. He glanced around and found no other strays in sight, the fat moon not helping in the slightest. He certainly didn't have any ties here. And that tom was interesting...He smelled like the wild country, somewhere Wellington had never been before. And would certainly like too. "Yes," he replied, following the dark tom confidently.
Wraith introduced him to Driftsky and a few other cats. They were a family, looking for more lost family, like Wellington. IT didn't matter that none of them had known each other very long, because they all believed in the same ideals. You're family is what you make it, you always protect it, and you always seek one more adventure.
Wellington agreed to join them. He was told to choose a new name, one based on the wilds that would signify his new life. He chose the name Windrunner. He loved the feel of the breeze around him and he was just as swift as it.
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