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    WILDFIRE

    I'VE GOT THAT FIRE IN MY SOUL


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


    Pointed ears would twitch in curiosity as a voice sounded out over the clearing, and amber eyes would scan the space until they landed on Gladestar. He had never met the leader of Riverclan before, though his Deputy, Tempestwing, was someone he was quickly growing a strong respect for. From the sounds of it though, this meet and greet would be a good chance to change that. Despite being a much newer member, having joined the night before they'd returned to the camp they'd been forced to flee, he had no real interest in hiding in the background. Wildfire had always been driven and hard working, and he would not be content to hide about like a nervous newcomer.


    Large paws would carry the tom over to join the others, and it was clear he was not born of them. He was very large with big paws and powerful legs, mid-length fur of orange and white. While his coat was well groomed it lacked the glossy sheen of the fish eaters as well, though this was something that might change in the future.


    "Um, hey." he'd say as he took a seat among them, fluffy tail curcling around his white paws. "My name's Wilfdire, I joined just before we returned to the camp. A fun fact about me is that I'm very good at hunting and fighting from the trees."

    WILDFIRE

    I'VE GOT THAT FIRE IN MY SOUL


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


    Wildifre wasn't sure if he'd classify the kits act as one worthy of such appraisal. Though his fiery spirit was to be admired, confronting something without having all the facts was foolish. What if he'd lost his sight? What if it had been more than just one quill? He'd seen a warrior die from the infection brought on by a mouthful of quills and it wasn't fun.


    The large tom would quickly make his way over, assessing that the others had Asterkit in good hands before shifting his amber gaze to the clan entrance. "We should make sure that Porcupine doesn't stay near the camp. Another cat could end up with a face full of quills if they stumble into it later on by mistake." Wildfire would say, glancing around to see if there were any cats that were able to accompany him on seeing that a good distance was put between it and the clan.

    WILDFIRE

    I'VE GOT THAT FIRE IN MY SOUL


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


    To be honest, Wildfire didn't have a clue in Starclan as to what the kit was jabbering on about, but it managed to crack a smirk onto the toms lips none the less. He'd always had a weak spot for kits, and the fiesty Asterkit would need a much bigger arsenal if he planned on trying to discourage the newly made Riverclan cat from joining. At Tempestwings welcome he strode forward, greatful to be offered shelter out of the rain. "I have to say I agree with you. It'll take more than a spirited kit to scare me away." he'd say with a chuckle, though not mockingly. He was brash, but Asterkits spirit was welcomed.

    WILDFIRE

    I'VE GOT THAT FIRE IN MY SOUL


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


    "We could bury it somewhere. It would cover the smell and let it rot without contaminating anything. Let the worms get rid of it." Wildfire suggested as he made his way over, nose crinkling as he came to a stop among the others and amber eyes landed on the disgusting pile of mush, bones, and dried skin that was the prey pile.

    WILDFIRE

    I'VE GOT THAT FIRE IN MY SOUL


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


    A few moments after Ravensongs call, Wilfire would make his way over with a bundle of sturdy looking sticks to deposit near her and the other building materials. As he put them down he let his amber gaze shift among the helpers, most of whom were excited kits looking to make themselves useful. "You've got quite the patrol, Ravensong." he'd noted with a chuckle, impressed by how quick the little ones were to get to work. He supposed it was for the best- something like gathering materials was simple enough for them within the confines of the wrecked camp, and it gave them something to do while the adults broke off to take care of other things.

    WILDFIRE

    I'VE GOT THAT FIRE IN MY SOUL


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


    Wildfire had also had the same idea regarding the bedding, at that most cats probably wouldn't be inclined to take up the work which was usually saved for the younger apprentices. The large orange and white tom figured that he'd might as well go an join those who'd gone out to help on that front- after all, he had large paws and jowls which would be able to pull up and carry a lot, so he'd might as well make himself useful. "Hey. Guess I'm joining you on 'moss patrol'." he'd say, offering the pair a good natured grin as he made his way over to another tree and began to set to work there. There had been a few Riverclan cats who hadn't been so keen on him joining after the fire given his name, seeing it as a bad omen and such, but he hoped these two weren't one of them.

    WILDFIRE

    I'VE GOT THAT FIRE IN MY SOUL


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


    Wildfire was toward the back of the group, the large tom carrying two plump mice that had been caught at the barn before the clan had left. A part of him felt extremely out of place, guilty even, as he strode among the Riverclanners. He had come to them after the fire had hit, and he'd had to suffer nothing of it or their ordeal. He'd seen the way some of the npc's had glared at him as well, taking his name as a bad omen to be joining after such a tragedy. Thier doubts didn't shake his resolve though, even if he were aware of them. If anything it just made him even more determined, and he'd already decided to do as much as he could during the clean up to show he belonged.

    WILDFIRE

    I'VE GOT THAT FIRE IN MY SOUL


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


    The shecat before him radiated a sense of restrained power and formality, and the fiery warrior could not help but think she was a figure of some authority in the clan. Perhaps even the Leader, with her calm yet guarded civility. As she spoke a reply to him he felt his hopes rise. He knew it didn't look good on him coming into a clan like this as an outsider, even less so during a time like this, but the things she said were things he already knew. Wildfire was loyal to his very core, a cat who worked his paws bare for those around him. And it was that loyalty that had brought him here, loyalty to Starclan. It had been hard to leave his home in Skyclan, had felt like a traitor as he crossed the boundary lines with the knowledge that he had no intention of returning. Even now, speaking to this Riverclanner left him with a dirty feeling on part of his soul, but he knew he couldn't let it tarnish his intentions. He trusted Starclan, and he would let them guide his paws.


    "I have no intention of turning my back on Riverclan. I will protect it as if I were born along the banks of the river just like my clanmates." the young warrior would reply, a clear resolve in his voice. His destiney lay here and nowhere else, and he would not turn away from the path he'd been asked to walk, even if it was an uncertain one.


    WILDFIRE

    I'VE GOT THAT FIRE IN MY SOUL


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


    There was only a single figure that slipped from the shadows of the barn to meet him, a solitry shecat. His amber eyes watched her as she drew to a halt and spotted him, pointed ears sitting forward atop his skull as her words rang out to him above the rain. She didn't didn't show any hostility outside of her crisp words but the male wasn't fooled into thinking he was welcomed there. Not yet, at least, and perhaps not ever if Starclan didn't approve.


    "I apologize for coming to you at a time like this, but I could stay away no longer. My name is Wildfire, and I'm here to prove myself worthy as a member of Riverclan."


    WILDFIRE

    I'VE GOT THAT FIRE IN MY SOUL



    OOC- Due to the recent fire, your welcome to have your character see his joining as a 'bad omen' due to his name if you like xD


    The weather had been miserable all throughout the night, the sky an overcast stampede of stormclouds andn the rain falling in unrelenting sheets. It had made traveling uncomfortable and impracticle, slowing him down greatly in his attempt to reach the clan he was in search of. It had taken even longer when he realized that a fire had broken out somewhere along the south-east border, and that the Riverclan cats were not at their camp or guarding their boundaries. It had forced the large russet tom into a decision he would not have normally made; crossing the border. It was something that had brought great conflict to the warrior because he was someone that adhered loyally to the warrior code, and ignoring a clans scent markers felt wrong in every capacity.


    But... what else could he do?


    He had been waiting out there over half the day crowded beneath a bush that was offering a poor attempt at sheltering him with no sign of a Riverclan cat in sight, but it was the break in the weather that really made the decision for him. Slowing down to a lazy spit, the rain hadn't been so slow all night. If it was going to pick up again he didn't want to be caught out here under a bush for the entire night, and so he made up his mind. Steeling his resolve, the large orange tom would set out over the open moorland in search of the clan.


    ----


    Finally. His paws were wet and cold, his mid length fur soaked through, but he had done it. He had found them.


    Before the orange and white warrior the barn stood like a beacon in the dying light of the day, It's paint was chipped and there was no sound he could detect over the soft pattering of heavy raindrops on the grass, but he kew they were here. Their scent was overwhelming and fresh, and it wasn't hard to put together that they must have fled here after the fire had broken out. It was only here, after the journey was all but complete and he'd found what he wanted, that Wildfire hesitated. Because everything about this was wrong. It was frowned upon enough when a cat tried to switch clans, but now he'd had to cross their borders and hunt them down during a time of obvious strife and turmoil. Would they see him as a threat being a lone tom? Would they feel it was too much of a burden to take in another when they were so vulnerable? He wasn't sure, but he had to try.


    He wouldn't enter their domain farther, wouldn't intrude into the barn without a welcome. Instead he parted his large jowls and let out a low yowl, a non aggressive call to give himself away. He was still a good distance away from the barn itself but standing in plain sight, a large young warrior with orange and white fur and bright amber eyes.

    Chemical Warfare

    IF YOU FIND YOURSELF IN A LIONS DEN,

    I'LL PULL MY PIN AND JUMP RIGHT IN


    melanistic jaglion - amber eyes - male - adult - sanguine ruins


    Ummmm I'm not sure- I'm super tired so my brain isn't really working lol.. I'd definitely like the two to hit it off as friends though, since Chem needs waaaaay more than the few he has lol Maybe the two can be given a task to do of some sort? And who should make it?


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    WILDFIRE

    I'VE GOT THAT FIRE IN MY SOUL


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


    There was no doubt that tensions were high between the clans right now. Skyclan and Bloodclan were locked in a bloody feud that didn't seam to be ending any time soon, and with an ex Bloodclan Deputy now the mate of Darkclans Leader, there was the added risk that they may become active enemies as well.He knew that Skyclan still wore the old injuries from their most recent attack on Bloodclan, but Wildfire was accutely aware that it was also important to keep in shape. Staying at the top of their game would be the only way the clan was able to withstand their future turmoils, and the large orange and white tom didn't have any intention of losing his edge.


    "I'm heading out to the branching oak to do some training. If anyone wants to come they're welcome to." Wildfire would call as he made his way to the edge of camp before pausing to see if anyone would take him up on their offer. He had decided recently that he would make more of an effort to socialize with his clan, and training together was a good way to start that off.

    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.

    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?"

    Sora Luxferre

    THERE'S A LIGHT THAT NEVER GOES OUT


    male - young adult -german shepherd - cheerful - optimistic - protective


    He was embarressed to admit it, but the truth was that Sora hadn't exactly embraced his social side this last week in Solaris. He was completely enamoured by the place and it's rich history and traditions, but it was all so new to him- not just getting to know everyone or settling into a new place, but the clan life itself. The place he'd been born in was so different to the clans and how they lived that he found there was so much to learn- more than he could ever learn if he was spending all his time running around with people and having a social life. So, for the last week Sora had been getting to know the territorys nooks and crannys, had been studying the clan guide to learn what he could about the ranks and traditions, and while it may have just been wishful thinking he couldn't help but think he was learning a lot.


    But, he was still Sora, and learning about anything- even something that interested him like this- began to take its toll after a while. At first he'd just gotten fidgety, and then his mind had started to wander, and soon the books he'd been reading didn't make sense even when he read the lines over again. He needed fresh air, needed to burn some energy. Pushing the books aside he'd stand and make his way out of the small hut he'd chosen for himself. Pausing in the doorway to blink the sun out of his eyes, he'd shake out his spiky brown coat and pad outside with his tail gently wagging as he gazed around. He still didn't know anyone, and while he was happy to nod a greeting to the polite Solarians that passed by, he didn't really want to come off as awkward by just trying to insert himself into someones general going ons. Instead he decided he'd stretch his legs with a walk around camp. He'd become familiar with it by now and was confident that he wouldn't get lost this time around, and so the young blue eyed shepherd set off to clear his mind and enjoy what was left of the day.


    FALLENGRACE

    Sora Luxferre

    THERE'S A LIGHT THAT NEVER GOES OUT


    male - young adult -german shepherd - cheerful - optimistic - protective


    This would be his second meeting, and while the young canine was listening hard it was still difficult to put all the pieces together. He wasn't an idiot or anything- he knew that the promotions meant someone was gaining more power and moving up on the food chain so to speak, but he still had no idea which ranks did what in the clan, and while he was settling in well despite having faded into the background for the last week or so, he knew he still had a lot to learn about the Kingdom. "Congratulations!" he would call, adding his voice to the others with a smile even though he wasn't sure who exactly he was congratulating. Either way he was sure they deserved it., and he made a mental note to get out there and meet his clanmates properly.