Windwhisper (of) ArticClan

[[whispers] in the .[wind].]

{A mirror image}
{You may call me Windwhisper
{I was blessed as a male}
{I have breathed upon this earth for 20 moons}
{I have given my oath to ArticClan
{My bravery has earned my the respect of a Warrior

{I have a unique body}

Streaks of black trace over a pelt of soft grey. Forming a unique pattern that can be mistaken for vines coating a silver tree with twisted, ebony tendrils. His coat is often masked in thick fog, not even the most alert prey could tell him from the misty cloud cloating the undergrowth. the only thing that might help you is his eyes. Twin, twinkling pools of golden fluid, calm enough to look like a lake made of glass. There sharp color and penetrating stares make some cats uncomfortable, but at times they are soft and relaxed. Stemming out from underneath the duo, are white whiskers. Sensitive to anything that it brushes against, like sensors mounted on the side of his head. The most unusual characteristics of his framework are the patchs of black spread across his slim body like patchs on a old quilt, one splattered over his tail, a few on his back, and one completely encasing his right forepaw. Like a clumsy artist spilt ink over a unfortunate cat, though he wasn't caught in a rain of sticky, ebony liquid. This has been with him since he was a small child, genetics are to blame for his sploches that range from his tail to his neck. All throughout his body, hard muscles ripple and long flexable claws curve out and are most likely a harzard to your heath.

{I have an attitude}

Calm, well-mannered, accepting, and warm. These are just a few words that many felines use to vent about his personality. He has a soft voice, but a stern attitude, and he's not afriad of making his opinion clear. He always does so in a calm voice, as he has a unusual talent of keeping calm under dire circumstances. He may be in a huge battle, or hunting a piece of prey. Another out of the ordinary feature about him is his talent to guess what people are thinking. Yet this wierd occurance can be just simply... good guessing. His soft voice doesn't stop him from socializing though. His warm voice and calm attitude could calm a hurricane, even though this is impossible, if anyone could do it, it would be Windwhisper. He does have his flaws though. He can't seem to understand hostility, he finds it an odd attribute to other cats. He can not quite figure out if they want him to stay, or to go. He also can get long-winded and can talk or tell stories for long periods of time, which is why some cats bring up hostility.

{Listen to my story}

Most would wonder where he came from, who were his parents. Well we will never know, because the last thing he remembers is being pullout out of a wet crate. He was found beached on a bank in a capsized crate. He was moist, alone, and wailing for food. He got warmth, and attention from ArticClan. Being adopted by Redwing, a queen who had lost her only tomkit to Greencough. Windkit became her life, her everything. She was there when he first talked to a she-cat. She was right there when he first ate freshkill. She was there when he became Windpaw. What a kithood, he was cherished, loved, and happier then he had ever been in his entire life. Yet it lead to a spiteful hatred from his sister, Fawnpaw. His mentor was a wise one, a smart one, and a good one. Yet he had another idol, a cat named Windtail. He admiried him as Windtail rose from a simple cat to one of the more popular. Windtail's sage council was something you wanted, his words could keep someones heart up. He molded his personality after him, but it became so deeply ingrained into him he saw no other way to see things, and scoffed at felines who thought other wise. From his cherished, warm kithood he never saw any hostility, so he never could, and still can't understand this strange quirk so many cats have. Windpaws time as an apprentice didn't impact the tundra, it didn't shift the world. It did however make his attitude the way it was. He was made a warrior like any other cat, things where normal for Windwhisper as he now was. He still looked up to Windtail, he still hunted with his clan, he still visited his mother in the elders den. Then that one leafbare day. The snow had fallen, it looked like a winter wonderland and every cat was hunting, or patrolling making sure to get everything done before all the prey retreat to there dens for the season. That was when Fawnfeather struck. He was enjoying the view on a tall hill when she attack. Claiming he scarred her for life and made Redwing abandon her. Confused by the anger resonation from her, he didn't fight back. This angered Fawnfeather to insanity and she fled to the lonerlands never to be seen again. This was the biggest thing to ever befall him. The other was when the flood struck, killing his idol Windtail one day before he would announce his retirement into the elders den. Now Windwhisker is a warrior, he had been for six months.

{My family, by blood & bonds}
Redwing - Adoptive mother
Unknown - Adoptive father
Fawnfeather - Adoptive sister

{Watch me play}
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{Word to live by}
We are all cats, despite our differences, we are all cats

[[Ridge] of [Sapphire] light]

Accepted