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"Surprised?" Wildfire cuddled against him passionately, feeling his embrace with every tiny fiber in her body. And oh did it feel good. She had missed Irony; his soft touch, his smell of pine and something almost like magic, his icy blue eyes... Just every goddamn thing. Wildfire pressed against him, reveling in the moment, wanting it to last an entire lifetime; or maybe even more than that, if she could cheat death more often.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the mysterious figure began slipping out of her invisibility. She was like a tiger, a lioness, or even better, a living torch, both literally and metaphorically. A tall, aristocratic figure strutted through the shadows of the pines, black flashing between every wiry pine needle. And then there were flashes, like a bonfire lighting the trees in a flash of color, engulfing the femme's shadowy figure. Slowly, the phantom's silhouette began to solidify, condensing as the battle-hardened vixen slinked out of the darkness. Unnatural flecks of blood-red and flaxen danced upon her pelt, giving yet another spectacular illusion of sparks flying and climbing in the endless night sky. Glassy olive green optics glowed like radioactive material out of black rubble, and electric yellow spirals could be found in their depths, as well as shy blue-grey cowering in the upper right-hand corners. The bombshell had a torn right ear, shredded beyond any hopes of repair, and her fur flew in every direction, possessing a perfect natural rawness of untameable beauty. Yes, it was the Shadowclan General alright; and Wildfire was feeling pretty content. Windclan was gone and things seemed to be falling into place. Kind of.

"Who did that to you?" Wildfire's voice sounded from behind, the tone of it solemn and numb. She knew those kinds of marks; they separated you. They split your heart in half and made you feel like a stranger to even your closest friends. They changed you. Because the scars weren't just on the body; they were inside, creating internal bleed that never, never, never ceased. And all you could do is bleed. Didn't know when the next blow would come, but you would always be sure that it would land in a place that couldn't mend. And you knew it would hurt.

"Who hurt you like that?" The Senior General gazed at the kit silently, feeling every painful memory resurface like bubbles rising in boiling water; and hell did the steam burn when the pot's lid was lifted.

"Badger huh? I've run into some badgers." Wildfire knew very well that it wasn't a badger; it was someone abusing her. "But you're lying. Badgers have different claws; what you have on your side there are cat claws. Talk to me."

"I was once known as Lethalencounter. But I was a dead cat then." Wildfire gazed off into the distance, her optics clouding in agonizing torture. "I'm Wildfire. Senior General. And I don't think I caught your name."

"It was in Inkclan. I was originally named Lethalencounter, born to a rouge mother and the leader of Inkclan, Evasivestar. Inkclan was a cruel clan very close by to Bloodclan. There, it was illegal to have relationships of any kind outside the clan, let alone with a rouge. Shortly after I was born and Evasivestar murdered his mate, my two sisters, Blackmagic and Assassinswipe were taken to live with the clan. In Inkclan, only one kit was chosen to survive from a litter. Blackmagic was chosen, and my father slit my throat, as well as Assassinswipe's. Assumed dead, he left us in a pile of rotting carcasses; the majority consisted of kits. Although my sister did not survive, I miraculously did, and managed to crawl my way through a blizzard to Shadowclan. My fiery pelt helped grab their attention, and I was immediately brought into the camp by a generous and compassionate patrol. There, in Shadowclan, I was cared for. From that point onward, my goal became to protect my new clan with my life and express my undying allegiance at every opportunity. Deep down though..." The General faltered. "All I really wanted was to prove my father wrong; that I was a survivor and I was worthy of living." Wildfire shook her head. "At least, that's my story. Care to explain yours a bit further? Maybe I can relate. And... tell me if things get bad." Her gaze turned steely and motherly. "I can help you know. I can protect you."

Wildfire was silent. This was NOT good. "Falsekit. Why don't you And your mom hang around ke for a while. It seems like things aren't very safe for you right now." The General's gaze softened and she frowned; the poor kit was going through a helluva lot. Too kuch for anyone to handle.

"Sugar cube, don't cry, don't cry." Wildfire curled her insanely fluffy tail around the kit, worry in her gaze. "You can't... you can't just stay there, honey. You have to get out; your daddy's not going to stop." Wildfire would in fact offer to adopt the kit; she had done it with many other children. However, those where orphans. Falsekit had parents, even if her parents where in a tight spot.

"Look. Stay with him for now. But if he hurts you, or your mother, find me immediately. Just... try to steer clear of him ok? I don't want you getting hurt any more." Wildfire shook her head and sighed; this whole situation would end up being toxic for little Falsekit.

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The destructive, fiery chaos raged both outside and inside of her as the cats gathered, Frenchresistance Fidelis among the crowd. The Elite Adviser watched on as the Shadowclanners mourned over Wildfire, her mother. It wasn't right. Frenchie's mother wasn't the kind of person who wanted pity or grief. This was all wrong... Why wasn't the Senior General here? Why was she the one to go? Why did everyone sob so hysterically? It was selfish; they might have wanted to cry a river, but Wildfire wouldn't have wanted that! She would have wanted them to honor her memory and then move on, get back on their feet. There were more important matters at hand.

Curling her lip, Frenchie charged towards the carcass, brutally shoving everyone nearby away. "MOVE!" In a fit of delusional, tormented raged, Frenchresistance grabbed Wildfire's scruff and tossed her into the flames with a grunt. And the body was gone.

The Adviser simply stared. What was she thinking? What was wrong with her? What kind of cat threw her own mother into a fire? It was simply sickening. And that was one mistake she could never, ever fix. Ever.

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Slowly the pheonix began rising from the ashes. A heaving, reviving black mass only slightly distinguishable from within the fire. An ebony torch began to form, rising, rising, rising until reaching full height. And then it began to move to the crowd.

That's when other features became distinguishable. Unnatural red, gold and orange flecks dappling a noir canvas and glowing olive green optics like radioactive material radiating from the rubble. A shredded right ear. Untameable, wild pelt, typical to that of a Maine Coon. It was definitely her: Wildfire.

"Did you all think I'd really go down without a fight?" The Senior General released a sly chuckle and smirk formed on her flawless maw.

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Wildfire slowly trotted to Serpentstar's den, fully alive. Was he aware she was back with the living? Well, regardless, she should definitely stop in to see how he was faring.

"Thanks guys! Ahh to be alive... And yes, I have heard about his passing. The Senior General's quickly faded and a deep frowm formed on her maw. "He'll be missed..."

Wildfire trotted over, concern in her gaze. "Something I can help you with, Basiliskgaze?"

The Senior General understood that it must have killed him a bit inside to murder the leader; but I was done, and at the end of theday, the right thing to do.

OOC ;; OMGOMGOMG DARCY I LOVE HIM OMGOMGOMG DARCY BBY!!

IC ;; Wildfire nuzzled Scorpionking back, purring loudly. "Thanks. My liege." The Senior General knew of his promotion and dipped her head respectfully towards him. It was nice to be surrounded by such fantastic friends and family.

"It... It's you. My God." Wildfire bolted from seemingly nowhere and tackled him in a warm embrace. "Blackfog! I missed you so much! How are you? Where have you been? Oh tell me everything."

[sorry for the short post... Rushed, no time ;_;]

Wildfire, Senior Shadowclan General, trotted to Serpentsnare's side, optics narrowing in fury as the reek of Windclan wafted through the air. Those bastards. "I wouldn't put it beneath them if they tried to destroy our territory again. They're warmongers. Like Thunderclan." The Shadowclan Maine Coon curled her lips in a a snarl of disgust and kept her orbs peeled for any sign of the enemy.

I play Wildfire, Senior General of Shadowclan, Frenchresistance, Elite Adviser and Platinumpaw, Bodyguard Apprentice of Windclan.

Here is Wildfire's massive family tree, over 100 relations: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=864230.0

Wildfire sat on the sidelines, watching the scene unfold. She had to agree with Viperfang, but the Senior General didn't speak. It seemed Scorpionking and Serpentsnare had the situation totally under control, which was fine with the Maine Coon.

Wildfire trotted over, gazing at her son in approval. "Glad to see someone's taking charge. I'm in." The Senior General smiled warmly, stretching and flexing her cut muscles. It would be nice to feel the adrenaline again. Exceptionally nice indeed.

[bump for silent, so she sees ^^]

Wildfire was the second to arrive, trotting forward to stand in the area for the best possible viewing. It was nice tk see Scorpionking leading the meeting; it seemed to suit him well. The Senior General knew he would be a fine leader, despite the adjustment to power.