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  • WILDFIRE

    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?"

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    skyclan warrior - 15 moons - dark orange tom with white 'tuxedo' markings

  • The deputy padded over to the younger warrior and gave him a friendly nod in greeting. "I'll come with you, Wildfire," Heronswoop offered,. It had been a while since she had been hunting, so she was keen to brush up on her skills before she eased into her duties again.

    SUNSHINE, WAKE ME UP, AND LEAD ME INTO LOVE

    HERONSWOOP — SKYCLAN DEPUTY — 20 MOONS — AVATAR BY GOLDY — TAGS — PENNED BY THORNY

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    Something... Something isn't right about him...



    Silentpaw had been on the outskirts of camp since much earlier: he had stirred awake some point before sunrise, and decided that he would just post himself beside an ash tree to watch warriors filing in and out of camp throughout the night. It was a while after dawn when the large orange tom had emerged and decided to call for a hunting patrol, with the deputy she-cat stepping over to offer herself. His muscles ached from holding the same position for so long, so it couldn't hurt to stretch a little.


    With a small yawn that bared sharp little fangs in a soundless gesture, the apprentice would soon push himself to his feet and exit the bush he was perched behind– granting the tree beside it one last brush of his tail, as if saying goodbye to that spot for the time being. Silent as ever, the young tom would slow to a halt right behind Wildfire and wait for his presence to be noticed: taking this time to even examine both the tom and Heronswoop a bit closer now that he was in their bubbles.




    —— storage . plotting . skyclan

  • WILDFIRE

    I'VE GOT THAT FIRE IN MY SOUL


    skyclan warrior -15 moons - dark orange tomcat with white tuxedo markings


    Wildfires life had been background noise up until now, out of focus as if he weren't really living his life. He wasn't sure where the clarity had kicked in or when, but he had felt more alive in the last few days than he ever had before. It was like something was coursing through him, but he couldn't put a name to it. Like he had finally woken up. It wasn't enough to quietly go about his work in the background anymore, and he desperately wanted to be more- for himself, for the clan. And so he was secretly very pleased when Heronswoop suddenly turned toward him and began making his way over. He had never really spoken much to Heronswoop or Lavenderstar, simply obeyed them with the respect they were due and went about his work as efficiently as he could without getting in anyones way.


    His parents had both been Daylight warriors, you see, kittypets that shared the same household. They'd given birth to him and a sister that never survived passed kithood here in Skyclan, only for the pair to disapear shortly after he was weaned, when they went back to visit the two leggeds they had ignored after he'd been born. The clan had gone looking for them of course, but they hadn't been seen or heard from once since they left. Wildfire was sure they'd had every intention of returning, and that whatever had happened to them had been beyond their power to control.A small part of him held hope that they were still out there to be found one day, but he knew he couldn't let his hart grow heavy with a wanderlust to find him. Skyclan was his home, his duty, and he had a destiny and future here that he could not abandon.


    "Thanks, Heronswoop." he'd say with a nod in her direction, glad to not have been overlooked or made to go alone. He didn't mind being indipendant and doing things on his own- Starclan knew he was confident enough- but he had never really liked spending so much time alone. In his heart Wildfire had always wanted more socially, he'd just never thought he deserved uit. He wasn't sure what had changed, but he wasn't going to start looking back now. Well, metaphorically. Because he did turn around when the hairs on the back of his neck began to tingle.


    "Silentpaw! he'd exclaim, the surprise evident in his voice but quickly turning to a grin of good humor. "Don't sneak up on me like that, save it for the prey." he'd jest. "You wanna come to? The more paws the better." A bigger patrol meant better odds on a larger return, and if the apprentice used those sneaking skills out there he'd have no problem making a kill.

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    skyclan warrior - 15 moons - dark orange tom with white 'tuxedo' markings

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    Something... Something isn't right about him...



    Although the apprentice was unphased at the sudden exclamation, he was definitely amused when Wildfire tried to play off that little jumpscare: evident by the faintest of smirks on his maw that faded away as soon as it appeared. His head bowed in a quick, affirmative nod, showing that he'd like to tag along with the two warriors and whoever else decided to join in. Hunting patrols were meant to be small, but he was more than positive that someone could arrange for separate hunting parties to split up and search in specified areas– that's what he would have ordered in such a situation, after all.


    If Silentpaw had the mind of a normal kit, he probably would be plotting a way for him to pounce on one of the warriors unexpectedly during the hunt. Fortunately for them, he was rather mature for that kind of play– unfortunately for them, he was not above plotting to intentionally lead one of them in circles with a freshly-killed prey item and some purposeful rustles of leaves.


    There was only one issue with his plan: the execution. Although he's caught bugs in the nursery and a very dumb mouse during a border patrol before, he had no real official training as of yet. He's had many mice suddenly thrash and squirm between his teeth, bolting away as soon as his jaws loosened to fix his grip despite their wounds. It aggravated him, knowing his prey had been right there and he messed it up. Stalking may be his strong suit for other cats, but mice and other prey items could sense his arrival either through the breeze– or he took too long, and they scurried to their dens or nests. Perhaps birds would be best for him, and with the help of Wildfire and Heronswoop, he should be able to direct a squirrel's path of escape in their direction.


    That was that, then: his mind was made up. Olive eyes would shift away from the orange and white tom in front of him, scanning for any other clanmates that wanted to join their little patrol.




    —— storage . plotting . skyclan