Windsear

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**Windsear** is a handsome, muscular, lithe, dark-red flecked tabby tom with cream undertones, and wide yellow eyes.
**Windsear** was born to Slateoak and Perchlichen. He has served under Valleystar's and Dawnstar's reigns. He took part in the patrol to drive out the badger spotted on the edge of their territory. He escaped this fight mostly unscathed, before advancing on to further drive the beast from camp. He was rewarded for his efforts alongside his fellow warriors who took part in the attack. He had begun to see Dancingwhisper, and has since confessed his feelings for her at the Conifer of Passion.

## General Information

### Scent:

He has a deep scent of pinecone and rosewood, with a familiar scent of cool wind.

## Relations

Crush: Dancingwhisper

Friendships: Dancingwhisper, Stormfeather, Briarshade, Carrionsaunter, Dawnstar

Enemies: TBA

Mentors: TBA

Apprentice: Brightskip, Nutmegpaw

## Skills/Faults

*Skills*

He is incredibly skilled in a lot of ways, and many cats genuinely don’t believe that this tom has any weaknesses. He's incredibly fast, and he loves to show off this fact. He's a very talented runner, making it look effortless and all the while he doesn't grow tired quickly. He's the fastest cat in the clan as of this moment, even faster than Dawnstar. He's very powerful and can feel himself almost stepping on clouds while easily navigating the familiar moors. His speed is unmatched, and this is clearly irritating for lots of cats in his age group. He's also great at stalking, finding it fantastic when he gets the chance. His paw steps are completely silent, and he's great at avoiding any crackling blades or loose pebbles. He's very gentle when moving through the moors, careful to preserve just about any aspect of it. He is great at changing his route for running without spinning out, easily slamming his paws into the ground and turning instantly, spraying the wake with elongated grass blades and soft churned dirt. He doesn't feel the need to use his claws to turn, using his tail in a swirling motion to easily balance himself positively before speeding off in a seperate direction. He has an insanely strong bite, able to bite through bone if necessary. His teeth are very sharp, and his jaw is very powerful. He's got a large mouth, helping him open it very wide to bite down on anything he needs to. He's got very great balance, and knows how to use his tail to his advantage. He's got very good eyesight. He's got a very powerful field of view, and can see very far out. He has a good sense of smell as well, and he's great at knowing which tracks are what and how to sneak up on whatever made them. He's not the greatest fighter, however due to his speed he can dislodge a cat and pin them down. He only uses his jaw when fighting, mostly keeping his claws sheathed due to not learning how powerful they can be. He prefers it this way anyway, ripping cats around like a dog and ripping them apart with his teeth.

*Faults*

He has an insane superiority complex, and if he does not feel as if he is on top, he will grow a “healthy” rivalry with whichever cat is giving him trouble. He’s a perfectionist, and is a terrible mentor. He’s very picky with cats he spends his time with, and even though cats do follow him around, he doesn’t seem to show much care for them. He struggles with empathy, especially for cats who come to him for help who he is not close with. He has trouble understanding why cats cannot be like him, and so will avoid cats that seem down, upset, or relatively negative. He likes to keep on the positive side of things, and this often upsets cats. He doesn't seem to really be capable of processing grief like a normal cat as he often just shrugs off death and pushes it out of his head. Because of this, he struggles with empathy when it comes to supporting his loved ones when someone passes. He doesn't understand the grief, and isn't sure why others can't be like him. He becomes cold rather quickly as he is not used to it at all, and he absolutely hates it. He doesn't like the feeling of snow beneath his paws and finds it irritating, though he does admit it is pretty. He's very irrational at times and he is known to be quite harsh and hot headed. When he hurts himself, no matter who the fault of it may be, he is known to become increasingly irritable and he lashes out. He isn't the best with kits, but he does quite enjoy them, he's just not a very good influence on them or any cat who looks up to him. He cracks under pressure very easily when it comes to social situations, behind talked into doing something he doesn't entirely want to do or something that may be harmful for him or some other cat. He's terrible when it comes to the less fortunate than him. He tries to be sympathetic, but as soon as cats lash out at him for this he pushes them aside and ignores them. He's very immature when it comes to things like his disdain towards other cats. He ignores cats who he dislikes, and he holds grudges for as long as he can function no matter what. He will remember a cat hurt him, and will never forgive them for this. He's entirely incapable of digging, as his claws are too small. He cannot swim either, he has no idea how to and he despises being in the water. He can be very impatient and dismissive, as he doesn't understand how other cats may need time to learn. He walks away from cats without another word when irritated, making it very clear with his body language. He doesn't do very well in the darkness at all, finding it very difficult to navigate, and he feels unsafe underground. He grows very anxious when he's forced to travel underground, wanting to run away quickly, though he's been known to run and slam into a wall under there, becoming irritated when he gets his pelt muddy and that he cannot escape easily. He doesn't seem to understand how to climb trees either, and though he can get up them, he gets nervous and doesn't want to fall off and hurt himself, so he has been known to run circles around the moor to tire out dogs, becoming insanely tired himself instead of rushing up a tree and waiting out the dog.

## Personality

He is an incredibly social, optimistic, and outgoing cat. He's adventurous and incredibly nosy, and he seemingly always knows all the drama going on in the clan at any given time. He's constantly eavesdropping, and he loves to gossip with cats. When fights occur between clanmates, he enjoys watching, and even sometimes he will encourage these cats to begin their argument and fight, whether by encouraging them or starting something between two cats. He can be very irrational and irritable, but this isn't as common. He's got a good sense for justice and he's courageous, knowing when and where to bud in. He absolutely adores being the center of attention, and will go above and beyond just to get this luxury. He's incredibly admirable, but he's not the greatest cat to look up to. He doesn't understand grief or now to process it, and he doesn't attend funerals for cats who pass that he wasn't incredibly close to. He is hot-headed and he can be very harsh. He's got a strong sense of leadership and knows very well how to guide his clanmates, showing them a clear, flawless victory. He does have an issue with talking down to cats or using a condescending tone, though this is not really on purpose. Due to being spoiled rotten by his parents, he finds small things like dirty nests an irritating sight, and one that enrages him. He's well known to go on long rants about his distaste in things he dislikes, making it evident he dislikes something when with his friends. He doesn't seem to be very emotionally open or capable, though he is attempting to make an effort to be such. He's very open about his feelings and his relationships, giving cats insane amounts of detail. He loves to over exaggerate things, finding it very amusing when cats become uncomfortable or confused when he details small things like the thorn in his nest or his skill at hunting. He's very mature for his age, and due to his quick move up the hierarchy he learned to put himself first to get the best results. He has an attitude of if you want it done right, you need to do it yourself. He doesn't have very much faith in his clanmates and he's very dismissive of Starclan, never thanking them for the life of his prey and instead thanking himself for feeding his clan. He had a massive ego, and he loves to makes this evident in his daily interactions. He talks with an almost regal voice, and he does in his mind think he's above just about every cat, besides those he holds very dear to himself. He doesn't understand presents all that well, and he's afraid to ask questions when it comes to things like how to make cats more comfortable or better ways to get close to a cat. He doesn't seek out this information, and instead only waits for cats to present this information to him. He's expectant of cats to do this for him, as he makes it clear he's somewhat careless. He's got an authoritarian complex, wanting to be the next deputy more than he wants his next meal. He wishes to he leader one day, and he has lots of ambition. He's not good with warning signs or red flags, and he's very self centered. He cannot help but be this way, as it's how he was raised. He lies a lot, and will often hype up cats for his own benefit. He likes it when cats will do just about anything for him, and though he doesn't have them do \*terrible\* things, it is well known he'll have cats he holds grudges against or finds irritating do more dangerous tasks than perhaps a molly who licks his paws. He likes being the leader, and enjoys being the dominant one in every situation imaginable. He doesn't like when cats show negative emotions, and he isn't afraid of a conflict. He'll speak up for cats whenever necessary, though he doesn't do it very often. He only really does it if he feels it's important to do so. He doesn't entirely care for the lives of others, and he isn't very concerned with death or what happens afterwards. He prefers to live in the moment, where he's worshipped. He enjoys gifts from other cats and is known to pick favorites. He speaks loud and clear, and doesn't make his emotions confusing or at all hidden. He's very unnaturally prideful and arrogant, and though he can be harsh to some cats, he makes an effort to be softer to apprentices and kits. He doesn't have many opinions on harsh punishment for things, and he doesn't seem too convinced on the importance of a lot of political issues within his clan. He much prefers to ignore just about any issue that comes up as long as it isn't personally affected him or a cat he's a fan of. He's a bad role model as he clearly picks favorites and only really does outright impressive things if he knows tons of cats are watching. He doesn't care much for teaching cats, and expects far too much of everyone. He has nearly impossible to reach expectations, and he requires cats to hold him to the same standard. His way of leading by example is being a powerful and egotistical leader, doing unnaturally difficult things and expecting it to work out for other cats. He loves to be touched and enjoys physical affection a lot. He loves having a cat in his nest and he'll swap between cats he curls up with at night if cats ever become irritated with him, making it clear he doesn't value them as much, only really their presence. He enjoys when cats flirt with him, and he does the same back even while with another cat. He's known to have swapped mates a few times, though he always ends up single. With each loss of a mate, he learns to change and differ himself to more easily access another cat's affection. He has an issue with discriminating against age groups and not allowing younger cats to do anything when on a patrol, despite the same happening to him when he was younger. He's very convincing when he talks, as he only really says anything if it has purpose. He doesn't feel the need to sugarcoat things for cats as he knows the hard truth is the easiest to take for him, and he doesn't enjoy cats speaking with riddles. With cats who trespass, his body language speaks violence, though he wouldn't ever take the first swing at a cat, as he knows better than to do so. He absolutely despises being punished for anything he's done, and he always manages to talk himself out of such punishment when it comes to be necessary. He has a great distaste for kittypets, and he doesn't enjoy participating in the Festival. He's always the cat that's supposed to show cats around the moors, but he makes it clear he doesn't like this. He isn't good at sweet gestures, and he doesn't find it necessary a lot of the time. He is a good listener, but he doesn't seem to care much when it comes to other cats feelings. He only really reverts to a perfect cat in the eyes of those he really is fond of himself. He has been known to completely bend over backwards for a cat that he is very fond of, and do everything in his power to show off when he sees them, or make it very clear and evident that he's fond of them. He would bring them plentiful prey, and do insane tricks just to impress the cat. When a cat stands up to him, he's quick to undermine them, shut down their ideas, and make them self conscious. He's very good at the last part. Lots of cats don't feel entirely happy in his presence, as a lot of the time he's boasting about himself or eagerly chasing hard to catch prey to kill as cleanly as possible. He's been known to rate himself on his own little scaling system, trying to beat his own records constantly. This goes for quickest catch, cleanest kill, and biggest piece of prey. He's got about a 85% success rate when hunting, and he's very flashy about it. He knows tons of tricks when hunting, like using a tree to change course, jumping onto it and right off with ease, and even sometimes letting the prey run far before catching right back up to it and killing it with ease. His rivals are often cats who try to take the attention away from him and put it on them. He would get very defensive if a cat attempted to get close to a cat he's fond of, and he'd do everything in his power to bring them down and make them look bad. He's very good at planting evidence and swaying cats on his side. He's very convincing and fantastic at faking emotions. He's never 100% sincere about anything. When he asks cats about themselves, unless he is into them himself he turns off his ears in a sense and gets lost in his own thoughts.

## Detailed Appearance

He's a very large, muscular cat, though most of his mass is in his shoulders and legs, he still ripples while moving, a mark of a truly powerful cat. He's got a lithe stature with big paws, with an elongated body and a wide chest. He's got a thick neck with somewhat soft fur leading up to a sleek head. His has soft, squared off cheek fur with plumy edges, as well as long, wide set ears that are far back on his head. His head is wide and flat on the top of his head, with curved ear tips. He has a short, square bridge, and a big nose. His muzzle is wide and pointed, with well defined cheek bones and sunken in eyes. He's got large brows, and a very defined jawline. He has wide eyes that are often narrow with slit pupils. They're a soft, pale golden coloration with deeper orange flecks within them. His neck slopes downwards into a wide set, muscular chest, with his shoulders rounded narrowly beneath it. His chest is somewhat small and leads into a smaller stomach, which is well muscled and very tight. His knees do not slope down very much, and his hind legs are large and muscular. His haunches are small and he has a thin, pointed tail with a dark strip strip the end that leads down his tail and down his spine. He has seared fur on his belly fur from saving a kit from a fire. He has thin sides and very long legs. His back is relatively straight and tufts of fur spike upwards behind his head and on the base of his tail. He's a very deep, russet-brown color, with hues of golden brown and red mixing in deeply with the rest of his fur. He's got dark, almost black ticked markings down his spine, only changing due to his sun bleaching. He's got level 3 sun bleaching, making the dark red fur on his spine a paler, almost golden coloration. He has tiny claws, though they're needle sharp, they're not the greatest for battle. He instead packs a very powerful kick and he has a strong jaw, capable of biting through bone. He has paler cream fur around his eyes, raising above his brow and pointing down towards his muzzle. He has deep, dark brown whisker marks, a pale pink nose with a dark fade of fur that raises up on his muzzle, with pale white fur directly on the front of his muzzle, though it doesn't reach all the way around. He has a pale cream chest and belly, with a wide, paddle-like tail that would be great for swimming if he wished to do so. His fur is also not very thick, not exactly saving him from being burnt by the sun, however it dries relatively quickly. The fur on his cheeks is more coarse, as well as the front of his legs and his chest due to constantly being stroked by the wind. His whiskers are also constantly stuck to his cheeks due to the harsh wind against them.

## Kin

Mother: Slateoak

Father: Perchlichen

Sisters: Unnamed stillborn kits.

Brothers: Unnamed stillborn kits.

## Backstory

He was born to two noble and respectable Moor Runners, Slateoak and Perchlichen, after they spent many months planning him. They grew fond of each other as kits and grew to develop crushes as apprentices, before they became mates on the day of their naming ceremony. The two were practically inseparable, and they stayed this way all throughout his apprenticeship. When Slateoak became pregnant, Perchlichen was on the track to become deputy, as he was beginning to greatly impress Valleystar, the leader at the time with his skill on the moors and clear leadership skills. When the deputy died, he was granted the title, and him and Slateoak were thrilled. Their kits would grow up strong and dependable just like the two of them, with a natural sense for leadership from their father, as well as a natural beauty from their mother. The kits were expected to grow up to fill large pawsteps and leave behind an impressive legacy. They began early, when while on a stroll in the Conifer of Passion alongside her mate, Slateoak went into labor about 2 weeks before her due date. Perchlichen was shocked and horrified, and the tom did laps around the territory searching for Twilightplume, the Nurse at the time. When he was nowhere to be found the tom looked for any cat who knew of herbs, where he ran into Lavenderpaw in the Physical Medicine Cat's den. Though she was a Prisoner at the time, Perchlichen forced her to help, believing she knew at least a little bit of information about herbs to help him. She helped, and Slateoak gave birth to a huge baby boy. He game out screaming, and stretching out his long legs to swipe at Lavenderpaw as she cleaned his muzzle. Perchlichen was beyond ecstatic, and though he was a single kit, Perchlichen couldn't have been happier to have a kit of his own. He named him Windkit as soon as he set his eyes on him, believing that naming a kit immediately will help their development. He seemed to have at least something correctly, because Windkit met all of his milestones before any other kit his age, even passing older apprentices at times. He was apprenticed when he was 4 months due to Perchlichen's persistence, his eagerness to learn, as well as his size alone. It was a bit slow at first, though he began to excel when he was 6 months old, ironically. He impressed his mentor, Cycloneshatter,  immensely. He looked up to his mentor, much more than he did his own parents. He wasn't very close to them emotionally, as he was taught from a young age to seal his emotions tight to not show weakness. He took this advice and ran hard with it, making an effort to silence any small complaints that had the chance of occurring. Because of this, he didn't exactly get very emotionally dependent on any cat, and he'd silently judge those who let their emotions control them. His parents though spoiled him immensely, making it very very clear their love and admiration towards their only son. When Windpaw was 8 months old, his mother passed away while giving birth a second time, his siblings dying alongside her. The kits had passed long ago, causing insane complications for Slateoak, leaving her to pass in a tree hollow where she was discovered just a few days later by a few of their clanmates. Windpaw didn't attend her funeral, not out of spite, but because he took the advice of his parents far too literally. He got a talking to by Cycloneshatter for this, believing that the apprentice may have greatly despised his own mother. Though he explained his reasoning, Cycloneshatter couldn't seem to understand or truly believe it. He told him that he had the right to become comfortable with cats, and give them all the love he could manage if he wished to, though he was not obligated to do so. It was not weak to show care for another cat. Because of this, Windpaw grew somewhat guilty, so he did what he could to make it up to his mother, beginning with finding a nice mate to have his own kits with and spoiling her. He began to flirt with many cats, enjoying the increased attention. He learned how cold his life was without affection, and he'd frequently swap between cats he was enjoying to share a nest or prey with. He learned the importance of affection and warmth from other cats, and he quickly began to develop a strong personality and ego, aiding him in his flirtatious behavior. Lots of cats were super into him, other cats completely jealous. He liked all the attention, even when cats began to attempt to sabotage his training. He always found a way around it, enraging the apprentices more. It ended in a halt when one of the apprentices, an angry and hateful cat named Persimmonpaw attempted to light the moors on fire while Windpaw was hunting. Little did he know, a young kittypet kit was wandering on the moors at the time. Windpaw noticed the young kit and he immediately sprung into action. He saved the kit's life, burning his chest fur in the process. He brought the kit back to camp, a young cat who revealed her name was Cleopatra, who was only about 4 months old at the time. Windpaw was heavily congratulated and was awarded his full name when he was 11 months old. Persimmonpaw who caused the fire had it backfire immensely on him, causing him to lose plenty of his fur and forcing him towards a two-legged place, where he was captured and now he has yet to return. Windsear was heavily congratulated by Perchlichen, and though he was sick at the time, he worked hard to catch plenty of prey for him to celebrate. He ended up passing away from greencough, leaving Windsear alone. He attended his funeral, and though he wasn't entirely battered by the loss, it was clear he'd changed since his mother's death. He grieved quietly and spent all of his time remembering the good times alongside them. Now Windsear is the top of his ranks, and is considered the head moor-runner by his peers. He's looked up to by most and hated by some. He doesn't allow this to affect him, however. He keeps his work consistent and unrelenting.

## Trivia

* He was named "Windkit" by his father based on his appearance alone, with his sleek fur and long legs it made him look as if he had just ran through the moors at high speed, flattening his fur to his body. As well as the family reputation, his father expected great things from him.
* He was given his full name Windsear after he rescued an apprentice from a fire started by two-legs, hinting his courage, power, and most of all speed. His name also is intended to nod at his appearance with his dark, almost singed looking pelt.

## Quotes

*"'Go towards the center of camp! Try and get to higher ground! Jump on the Tall Rock if you need to-' As he spoke, he swung his gaze to view it, and was stunned when he realized that there too water was creating a barrier- and through the darkness, he could barely make out Dawnstar's pelt as she stared back at them, her eyes so wide in her head that he thought her gaze must've consumed her entire face. Though every inch of his pelt told him to save her- to block the wall of water that was keeping her from escaping with his body- he knew better than to do something so reckless. He could be injured, or even killed if he even tried anything of the sorts. He needed to save his clanmates that only had one life to live.*

*Though it took a lot of his strength, Windsear tore his gaze away from the molly and darted towards the nearest, most damaged den that he figured wouldn't be empty- that of the Tracker's den."*

-Windsear deciding to let Dawnstar fend for herself when she's trapped during the flood.

## Links

Theme Song/Voice Claim

* Voice Claim: Griffin Puatu (Louis Beastars)
* Playlist: Spotify

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