What is something you can catch but never throw?

A raindrop falls, a circle grows, across the water’s face it goes. Though I am neither fish nor wave, what am I that outwardly strays?

A twin with soleful steps, it travels where you tread. Wrapped around your feet, a silent companion in life's journey.

I have no legs, yet I travel miles. I brave rough paths and muddy trials. When weather turns, I’m often chosen. What am I?

A club most adults yearned to join, based on these two words, which make up his name. He started as Willie, a captain of a boat, before his species name stuck, and became the one we quote.