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✦General Info✦ wrote:✵Name✵
Elm//Forester//Wren//Wreneye
✵Gender✵
Tom
✵Age✵
35 moons
✵Rank✵
Loner
✵Clan✵
n/a
✦Relationships✦ wrote:
✵Former Mentor✵
Learned basics from Barkshell,
the remains of his training by Finch.
✵Apprentice✵
n/a
✵Crush✵
None
- Open -
✵Kin✵
Mother:
Sequoia
Father:
Barkshell
- Presumably Killed by Rouge -
Siblings:
Daffodil, Stem, & Brambling
*Currently living but nowhere close by*
✦Traits✦ wrote:✵+ Traits✵
Humble, Conciliatory, Witty, Venturesome
✵+/- (Neutral) Traits✵
Independent, Defensive, Disciplined,
✵- Traits✵
Asocial around strangers, not very Leaderly, Distant.
✦Misc. info✦ wrote:
✵Scent✵
Barley & Soil
✵Likes✵
Challenging Himself, Tall Grass,
Twolegs if given the opportunity
to be around one, The smell of
Wheat, Climbing, Leaping into bushes.
✵Dislikes✵
Swimming, Dust, Strong Smelling
Herbs, Cicadas, Dead Trees.
✵Favorite Food✵
Voles
✵Least Favorite Food✵
Reptiles and Birds that look like his namesake.
✦History✦ wrote:Wren has a somewhat complicated history, he was born far away from the two clans,
to a mother that lived with one of many small groups of rouges living near a suburban
of twoleg homes that had a large forest nearby. Some groups are related and separated
to start their own families, others broke away from each other out of a dispute or hatred.
Unfortunately in Wren's case, he was born in the midst of the latter.
His mother, Sequoia, lived with one of the largest groups of rouges in the area, they
prided themselves on their heritage coming from clan cats long ago, and swore to
always stay together to preserve what their ancestors once had, even if it wasn't a
full out clan they had no knowledge of creating.
However Sequoia fell for a tom named Barkshell, who was from a rag tag group that
came from the forest. Their origins or where they came from was unknown but they
called themselves the 'Pathrunners', there was only 5 of them in total,and had chosen
to stay in the area for a year to regather themselves before moving on to wherever the
wind would take them. Neither side had any problem with the situation in of itself, but
when Sequoia successfully gave birth to 4 healthy kits, that's when the problems began.
Barkshell pleaded for Sequoia to come with him on his travels, but she continued to refuse,
Sequioa was firm she had to stay with her kin. Both groups slowly became increasingly
apprehensive of each others' presence for 4 moons, a risk of physical skirmishes were now
very possible. Poor Wren, who was named Elm at the time by his mother, had no idea what to do.
Finally a decision had been made, Sequoia would stay. At the cost of this, her eldest
kit would go with Barkshell and his cats on their travels, this kit, was Elm. Elm didn't
want to leave with some stranger he hardly spent any time with, but he had no other choice.
The rest of the time he required milk was provided by another cat from the Pathrunners
who was nursing kits of her own, her mate having been with the group for a long time.
Barkshell loved Elm dearly, and renamed him Forester after his grandfather to remove
the memory of Sequioa. Barkshell tried to teach Forester his ways once he became of an
apprentice age, and was treated like a little prince of the Pathrunners, for he was the son
of the leader from this assemble of rouges.
Unfortunately the happy times didn't last long, when Forester was 10 moons old,
Barkshell had made a fatal mistake. He allowed another powerful family of rouges
to join his ranks, they had no intentions to be bossed around so their strongest member
had decided to challenge Barkshell for the position to control the Pathrunners. If he was
to loose, by the law of the rouges that was known in the area, the entire group would
have to stay on the side of the new leader, Barkshell would step down, and would be
either exiled or killed, this last decision would be made by the winner. Forester watched
in horror as Barkshell was pinned to the ground in the tussle, he had lost, and the new
leader had called for Barkshell to be executed along with any of his kin.
But the original Pathrunners remained loyal to Barkshell,
though they could do nothing to stop his death by law, the
small group shielded Forester from being touched by
the new rulers and aided in his escape shortly before
Barkshell's appointed untimely end.
Now Forester was truly alone now, wandering aimlessly
at an almost constant rate for 2 moons, until he ran across
a group of friendly barn cats that were all under the care
of a kind old twoleg. They had never seen a rouge before
and were ecstatic when Forester politely asked to join them.
All of these barn cats named each other after birds that were
the closest to their personality, Forester was bestowed the name
Wren by the eldest of the earthy cats. They loved to hear Wren's
stories of the world of the Rouges, a world far away from this peace. In
exchange for Wren teaching the Barn cats fighting techniques,
the best hunter of the group named Finch stepped forward
to teach him improved ways of hunting and chasing prey.
Wren stayed with them until he was 23 moons old, the time
when he felt it was time to move on, and travel on to his heart's content
like in the pawsteps of his father. His friends bid him well, and Wren continued
on to where he is now today, keeping the name of Wren out of the tender
compassion he felt toward the only cats that took him in during the worst times of his life.
