I'VE GOT THAT FIRE IN MY SOUL
skyclan warrior -15 moons - dark orange tomcat with white tuxedo markings
Every life was a story, every event a chapter.And like all good stories there were points when new characters had to make their introductions in order to build stories of their own. And this, well, this was Wildfires time to shine. He had always been there, a Skyclanner from birth, but it was only now that the focus would finally shift to include his tales as well.
With a wide yawn and a lengthy stretch, the large orange and white tom would get to his paws and blink the sleep from his eyes as he pulled himself from his nest and slipped out into the cool dawn air. Wildfire had always been an early riser, to eager to get on with their day to enjoy sleeping past the sunrise. Besides, at this time of year the early mornings were his favorite part of the day. There was a coolness to the still warming earth that was refreshing when the day ahead promised only blazing heat and humidity, and he enjoyed finding respite in the dim light of the dawn.
His stomach growled in protest as he found himself fully awake, and amber eyes would glance around to see if any others were awake as well. Wildfire had always had a voracious appetite, something that could likely be contributed to the size of him. He was rather large with quite a bit of muscle on him, his legs powerful and his paws large. And since he tended to be up from sunrise to sundown, it made sense that he would require a good bit of fuel to get through the day. Of course, he knew better than to just help himself to the fresh kill. Whatever was left from the night patrol would be needed for others, and if you just got right down to it he didn't think it was right for him to eat before hunting. Feed others before yourself, that was how it should be.
And so the dark orange tom would pad out toward the camps entrance, pausing a moment to give his fur a quick lick in an attempt to tame the knots from his long fur. When he was satisfied that he was at least presentable he would straighten back up before turning his amber gaze back toward the cats he saw lingering in the camp. "I'm taking out a hunting patrol." he would call, voice clear but still mindful of the fact that others were asleep. "Anyone want to come?"
Wildfire is a large, dark orange tom with mid-length fur and amber eyes. He is muscular with large paws and strong legs that make him an excellent climber. He has bold white 'tuxedo' markings that color his paws, chest, and underbelly, along with part of his face.
Wildfire is an ambitious, loyal feline with a strong sense of justice and a fiery spirit. He's outspoken, level headed, and protective of his clan and those in it. He has a short temper when it comes to people who wrong him or those he cares about and isn't afraid to fight for what he believes in.