History

Born in the Shadowclan nursery to [Unknown Cat], an only child, it was clear that this kit was a little... off. While other enjoyed their small lives, playing with moss balls and what not, Gingerkit, as he had been named for the caramel patches in his fur (Not everyone is a naming genius), preferred to sit in the entrance to the nursery, tripping kits that ran past with an unsettling smile wide on his face. Sure enough it could be assumed he was a bully, but it was the contrary, he was the bullied kit. Unlike the others, he was born with a stubby tail that wiggling like a fish's fins whenever he got excited. Sure enough, everyone but his own family found that hilarious. To prevent himself from being kicked into a thorn bush again, he still had the nasty scar to prove it, Gingerkit kept to himself, preferring to observe and entertain himself than interact with anyone.

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By time his apprentice ceremony came, he had developed a love for fighting, even being bold enough to shove another apprentice off of the stone during the speech, although it merely looked like an accident to the gathered clan below. Apprenticed to [Unknown Cat], Gingerpaw, thrived on the battle training. Sure, he paid enough attention to hunting lessons, enough to know how to hunt and the best places to do so, but his real passion was out on the battle field. He lived through two battles as an apprentice, leaving a few cats with a lot of nasty scars in each one. It was these battles with officially earned him his warrior name. The leader changed his prefix, it never fit him anyways, to Wind, for his speed during a hunt, and gave him the suffix Strike, for his powerful claws. Windstrike still resides in Shadowclan, as much of a devil as he was when he was born.