Patchwind



A ginger and white splotchy tom with blue eyes.

Likes
Hunting | Swimming | Bird watching | Sun bathing | His family |

Dislikes
Fighting | Confrontations | Large gatherings | Mud |

Strengths
Swimming | Hunting |

Weaknesses
Lacks in fighting | Too kind for his own good | Lacks in social skills |

Parents
Mother: Silvereyes - Deceased | 52 moons | Warrior

Father: Sunspot - Deceased | 60 moons | Warrior

Siblings
Featherclaw - MIA | 28 Moons | Warrior

Jaywing - Alive | 15 Moons | Warrior

Featherbreeze - Alive | 15 Moons | Warrior

Mate
n/a

Kits
n/a

Apprentice
Tanpaw

Enemies
n/a

Short Backstory
Patchwind was the first born of his two living siblings. He always stuck close to their mother and looked up to their brother, Featherclaw. But, When Featherclaw disappeared he became more reclusive and hid more in the nursery. He didn't really start to come out from his shell until he became a warrior and now works to be a bit stronger like his brother had been


 * Kit hood |

Patchkit was the first born of his two sisters, from the moment he was born Featherclaw was there to dote over his half siblings. Patchkit was always bounding and waiting for Featherclaw to return from his patrols and would always excitedly wait to hear all about it or have his much older brother teach him some hunting moves. It wasn't meant to be that way, but the two were much closer then Featherclaw had been with Jaykit and Featherkit. When Patchkit was five moons old, the horrifying news of his brother's disappearance reached the little tom and he felt his world turn upside down. Often he would sit within the nursery sulking and watching the camp entrance desperately. Hoping that his brother would return one day.


 * Apprenticeship |

Patchpaw wasn't exactly jumping in joy when it came to his apprentice ceremony. Truthfully the young kit had high hopes of being trained by Featherclaw and even having begged Featherclaw to ask Stormstar VERY nicely. Though, with his disappearance it was clear to the kit he would not be getting the mentor he wanted. Patchpaw was given Frogstep, a kind molly who treated him well. But the young tom kept to himself and often avoid talking even to his sisters. The young kit's world only turned upside down more at the loss of his mother. Silvereyes had grown very ill after having them and slowly had gotten worse until she had passed. The apprentice felt as though he had ice cold claws clutching his chest. Even more so at the loss of their father to dogs. Featherpaw and Jaypaw had tried to comfort Patchpaw but he only grew farther and more distant from his sisters and his clan mates.


 * Warrior |

Patchwind was given his name for his swift movements on his toes. The tom didn't speak much at this point, and didn't make friends. He found it hard to connect to others without the cold twist in his chest at the reminder of how those he loves most... he loses. On patrols Patchwind would solely focus on hunting and doing whatever he needed to while zoning out from conversations- listening to the silence of the woods around him.

Things didn't start changing until he was on his own within the woods, near the twolegged place where he met a very odd molly. A kittypet with very short legs and not a clue on how to take care of herself. He had hesitated but with her cries for help- he couldn't say no to the shecat. He helped her find a nice little place to stay and caught her some food. He sat down and talked with the little molly for some time and found himself talking about his pain and loses. Fawn, the kittypet had talked it through with him and assured that she would be there for him, and that he shouldn't be so afraid of losing others or he would always be on his own. The thought made the tom want to do better, and try to at least step up for his clan the best he could.

Recent History
Patchwind now had not much going on for him, he started talking to others a bit more, even attending a gathering that went very south very quickly. He struggled to speak to his clan mates or to make the first steps in approaching them. Which found him once more lingering where he saw the kittypet he had helped- and to his surprised for her to be looking for him! She looked a mess, skinny, and drenched. Again, he felt he couldn't leave her behind and took her to wash off, get her fed, and brought her back to his clan in the hopes that Stormstar would take in the little molly Patchwind had grown rather fond of. He was relieved when Stormstar agreed and Patchwind made sure he promised to take care of her and help teach her the ways of clan life.