Wren

[Silver ❤]

NAME: Wren
GENDER: Female
AGE: One year, Four months
RESIDENCE: Wilderness

APPEARANCE:

PELT COLOR: dark ginger
MARKINGS: tabby stripes, white belly
PELT LENGTH: short
EYE COLOR: pale blue
BUILD: small and almost weightless. Like her brother Finch, he always has the appearance of a bird about to take flight. Her steps are almost weightless, so she is an excellent hunter since she is so quiet while stalking.

PERSONALITY:

Wren was very shy growing up. She stuck close to Falcon, who was her protective somewhat older brother. But as she grew, she began to blossom. She was a late bloomer, as Dove was the social butterfly of the family, but eventually she developed her own social skills. She's not quite as afraid to talk to strangers anymore. She's also very intelligent and is capable of holding a meaningful conversation with another cat. She also doesn't quite understand why other she-cats feel the need to act ditzy around also cats. Wren feels if a tom thinks he deserves her, he needs to respect her intelligence. And well, toms her age don't really do that cause they only want one thing, and she's fine with that. She's not really interested in a a mate. Maybe one day, but she's fine with just a companion. She's on her own now though, after Falcon's disappearance.
She's a bit more skittish now, since being alone in the wilderness, without much experience, is extremely dangerous. She's considering finding Sparrow or Finch in the Wilderness, since she was always pretty close with them, but she has to build up the courage first. The Wilderness may be scary and dangerous, but it's her home.
So yes, this girl is not fearless one bit. She is smart, and so she knows what could happen to her. She keeps her tail tucked between her legs when she hunts, and always looks behind her. Stranger danger is important to her when Falcon isn't around, and she is much more cautious, somewhat regressing to how she was when she was younger.

RELATIONSHIPS:

MOTHER: Tasha - white she-cat with ginger tabby patches and dark green eyes; alive; city stray; open
FATHER: Hawk - muscular brown and ginger mottled tom with light blue eyes; deceased
SIBLINGS: Sparrow - long-haired brown tabby she-cat with a cream throat and chest, light amber eyes; alive; country; Shadow
Finch - tall pale orange tabby tom with white paws and dark blue eyes; alive; country; Silver
Eagle - {dark brown tabby tom with white legs and dark amber eyes; alive; wilderness; Shadow
Falcon - dark brown tabby tom with white legs and dark amber eyes; alive; wilderness; Silver
Dove - slim white she-cat with a fluffy tail and light green eyes; alive; city housecoat; open
Kestrel - mottled tortoiseshell tom with amber/orange eyes; alive; city; Shadow
CRUSH/MATE: none, but open

HISTORY:

Wren is apart of the second litter born to Tasha and Hawk, who were a loving couple despite their rough start. The pair's relationship started as a one-night stand which resulted in Tasha's first litter of kittens. She cared for Hawk, but the tom bolted as soon as she announced her pregnancy to him. Tasha, hurt by the tom's abandonment and still harboring some love for the other, named her three kittens after birds, like the hawk their father was named for. They lived alone for a while in the city, though luckily for them, Hawk was a gentleman. Despite not wanting the kittens, they were still his, and he wasn't going to leave Tasha to raise them alone in the dangerous city.
So he returned, and while everything was awkward for a while, they soon warmed up to each other. They fell in love (real love) while raising Eagle, Sparrow, and Finch, and soon Tasha was pregnant again.This time with kittens that both of the parents wanted.

Near the end of Tasha's pregnancy, though, Hawk was attacked and killed by a stray dog while defending their alleyway. Tasha was heartbroken once again, and when her new litter of four was born, she once again named them after birds in honor of their father.
And so Wren and her three littermates were added to their already large family. The four little kittens were close with their family, though as they grew and their personalities began to develop, they soon began to divide. Eagle took Falcon out often, since the young tom really looked up to him, while Sparrow took Wren out, believing she needed some one-on-one time to help her some out of her shell. Wren enjoyed the time with her older sister and it helped her open but. She grew closer with Falcon as well, while Dove and Kes began to grow closer. Soon it got to the point where the littermates hardly spent time all together.

Eventually though, Eagle and Sparrow left, eager to go off on their own. Falcon and Wren were left behind, too young to go with them, no matter how much Falcon begged the older cats to take him with them. Finch stayed behind to help watch over the four cats, who were still under a year old and needed a fatherly figure, despite Tasha's best efforts to fill in for both parents. Wren was relieved Finch had decided to stay behind, as she didn't want to lose all three of her older siblings. She enjoyed the stories Finch told of their father, since she had never gotten to know him. She also got a bit closer to Dove, since she was the only sister still around, but Kes got on her nerves. Soon the tortoiseshell tom grew so annoying, what with stealing her feathers and beads she liked to collect and then lying about it, that when Falcon suggested leaving, she jumped on it. They set off for the wilderness a couple days later, the prospect of adventure intriguing to both of them.

Falcon took over as caretaker, catching prey for both of them, even though Wren was always complaining, wanting a chance to prove herself worthy. When Falcon went off, Wren caught her own prey, wanting to get better at hunting. She found herself to be a natural, much like Finch was. Even though Falcon still insisted on doing most of the hunting, every once in a while she let her catch a meal, which she usually did with ease.

Their new life was abruptly ended though when a thunderstorm hit. The loud rumbling scared her so much that she bolted, while Falcon took off in the other direction. When she finally got control over her legs once again, she realized she was lost. After several hours of zigzagging and becoming drenched by the downpour, she finally found their den that was hidden under a tree root. But Falcon wasn't in it. She contemplated looking for him right away, but the shivering set in and she knew she had to get dry before she caught pneumonia. She settled down in her nest and licked her fur dry, then waited the storm out, dozing on and off. When the rain finally subsided, she ventured out and started to search for Falcon. But after hours of looking and calling for him, she couldn't find him. She got desperate, asking random cats if they had seen him, but no one had. Distraught, she went back to their den and passed out, completely exhausted. She spent the next few days looking for him and hunting, keeping herself busy. She didn't want to think that he had died, incinerated by a bolt of lightning or devoured by coyotes. She had a gut feeling he was alive, somewhere, and he was looking for her as well. She was tempted to find Sparrow or Finch, but she knew that if Falcon did some looking for her, he would look at the den. But she's growing lonelier and lonelier everyday, and is desperate for some familiar company.

[Shadow]

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