[TSF] Wildfire

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Name: Wildkit | Wildpaw | Wildfire 
[Wild] - named for his wild, patchy ginger pelt, but people often joke his mother was very wise in predicting his temperament, as he has been misbehaving and getting into trouble since his eyes opened
        [fire] - for his fiery ginger pelt, as well as his hotheaded attitude and fiery, excitable personality
Clan: ShadowClan
Age: 36 moons
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Tom
Apprentice: None
Appearance details: Shorthaired tom with longer fur tufts on his cheeks and chest and what was once a thick, bushy tail. His pelt is white and ginger, with different shades of ginger dappled along his back. His stomach, as well as half his face, his right forepaw and his back, left paw are mostly white and cream. His dapples look almost flame-like, hence his namesake. He has dark green-hazel eyes, pink toes and pawpads, and tends to wear a smug-looking smirk most of the time. Due to an accident during his apprenticeship, Wildfire is missing most of his right, front leg, and most of his tail. His paws are fairly small, and could almost appear dainty if the rest of the tom matched that description in anyway. His body is lithely muscled, with especially powerful hind legs, though he has strong shoulders as well. He is a moggy, and very mixed in terms of breed, but has Abyssinian roots.

kithood | 0-6 ☾
Though his mother was healthy and prey wasn't too short in ShadowClan, Wildkit was the only kitten born to his mother and father, Sorrelfur and Whiteclaw. He was named for his wild looking pelt, but he took to his name very well, regardless. Lonely without any littermates, Wildkit was thrilled when other queens in the nursery had kittens, though he tended to play a bit too rough with them, struggling to understand that his age difference meant he was stronger than they were. Still, the other queens and kits didn't have much problem with him as long as he kept himself under control, and he was used to hearing scolding from his mother from it. He was all too eager to be made an apprentice, thrilled when the day finally came for him to leave the nursery.

apprenticeship | 6-8 ☾
Wildpaw couldn't have been happier to receive his apprentice name, eager to start training and make friends with the other apprentices. He got on fairly well with the others, as long as they were all right with his teasing, and his mentor Thorntail was pretty good at dealing with the bundle of energy. Wildpaw had tendency to do what he wanted, sometimes getting caught sneaking out of camp without permission, sometimes not--but he continued regardless of how often he was punished. He'd been training happily for a few moons, steadily improving as a warrior before one of his explorations went awry. 

apprenticeship - injury and recovery | 8-16 ☾
Wandering around and practicing his night-hunting--because ShadowClan warriors had to be good at night-hunting--had not proven the best idea. Being a carefree cat, Wildpaw didn't spend a lot of time worrying about the other animals who hunted at night, often allowing the child-like naivety of knowing that while bad things did happen sometimes, they weren't going to happen to him. He was far from camp by the time he realized there was another animal out there with him, a blessing and a curse, because it certainly would have been worse to lead it back towards the rest of the clan. It was a coyote, and his midnight hunt changed significantly, with the hunter becoming the hunted. He had some battle experience, but not enough to handle a coyote, as that was something that a whole patrol of cats would probably still not compare to. He put up his best fight, but it didn't make a difference--the coyote snatched him up and carried him off.

Coyotes prefer to play with their food before they ate it; probably some sick form of karma, because Wildpaw himself always found it amusing the way prey animals desperately tried to escape his paws when they both knew they wouldn't manage. There was too much pain and blood to know exactly what was happening to him at the time, and when he blacked out from blood-loss, he was sure he would be joining StarClan. Though he didn't know what happened, the truth of it was that had Twolegs probably saved him--as much as clans hate them, Twolegs possibly hate coyotes more, and they'd scared off the beast so much that it had decided to leave his meal behind. The dawn patrol found Wildpaw, and though every cat was sure he wouldn't make it, they took him back to camp to be treated.

Everyone was surprised when the tom didn't succumb to his injuries except his mother, who insisted to everyone that offered her sympathy that her son was a fighter, and he wasn't going to let this stop him, and that he was going to be okay. And she was right--it seemed like it took ages, but Wildpaw woke again. Wildpaw had shakily explained to the others what had happened to him--that a coyote had taken him and he didn't know how he'd survived, but he left out the bits about sneaking out of camp, though it was probably obvious anyway. He spent ages in the medicine cat den, solemnly realizing how different his life would be now. The coyote had taken his right front leg from him, as well as most of his tail. The pain didn't compare to how miserable Wildpaw felt--how could he ever be a warrior now? He anguished, not wanting to become a medicine cat or an elder due to his injuries when he'd never even gotten to be a warrior. Few cats could console him, frustrated with the state of things and even more annoyed at hearing others tell him he'd be all right when they didn't know what he was going through--but he appreciated Beetlepaw and Bluepaw's company, and the way the apprentices never really mentioned his injuries, just keeping him up to date on the day-to-day life in the camp.

When his wounds finally healed, he begged to be given another chance as an apprentice to a warrior, insisting that he could still serve his clan and he could still be of use, dreading nothing more than being cooped up in camp for the rest of his life. Remarkably, Sleekstar had decided to hear him out, and Wildpaw was given another chance--though Thorntail was no longer to be his mentor. He was reassigned to Crowtint, a cat who had experienced similar events to him, and though Crowtint hadn't lost any limbs to the canine who snatched him up, he had had to deal with a new disability and relearn everything he knew to stay a warrior. Wildpaw was more than willing to learn from him.

Everything was different now, absolutely everything. Even walking around camp and crouching at the fresh-kill pile to pick out something to eat was different when he only had one front paw to rest his weight on. He stumbled often, but he never stayed down. If anything, the tom was tenacious and determined, refusing to give up. Eventually, he learned a new way to run, having to figure out how to place his forepaw every step to keep his balance while relying almost solely on his hindpaws to propel him forwards. He learned to make his left paw more dominant, slowly figuring out how exactly to lung at prey so that he could still hook his claws in. His new style was certainly unique, and relied on his hind legs as well as his agility. Most times, he could only snatch at the prey with his paw, use his claws to dig into their skin and let himself roll onto his back--an inevitability when his front paw was too busy to catch him--using his hindpaws to help hold the prey while his teeth made short work of their necks. He definitely wasn't the best hunter in the clan, but he was far from the worst, even if he came back to camp after every patrol covered in mud from throwing himself around. Battle training went similarly--Wildpaw couldn't consider his stomach a weak point anymore because he needed to roll about to fight. A claw to hold his enemies in place while his hindlegs raked through their skin was a fair enough technique, and he'd grown strong enough to throw his weight around as well. He was fast for a cat with three legs, and he used his agility as well as his new, unpredictable battle style to support himself.

warriorhood - the famine & journey | 16 - 35 ☾
Unfortunately, despite his improvement, Wildpaw couldn't catch prey that didn't exist. ShadowClan was running out of food--it seemed all the clans were. The lake was drying up and things were looking bleak, and even Wildpaw struggled to look on the bright side of things. It gave him time to improve his skills, but the exhaustion from hunger made managing with three legs more challenging, and the spread of disease was a constant threat on his mind as well. His father fell sick as well, making things more stressful for the apprentice. He got used to feeling hungry, but it wasn't exactly a feeling he liked being used to. Finally, after fourteen tiring moons as an apprentice, Wildpaw earned his chance to have a warrior ceremony, taking the name Wildfire: for his tenacity and determination not to let anything stop him, much like fire. Though ShadowClan was essentially wasting away from famine and drought, it was a happy day for Wildfire, feeling like he'd worked incredibly hard to earn the title and proud of himself for accomplishing so much.

Things didn't remain happy for too long--quality of life only continued to decrease for ShadowClan, as for all the clans, and eventually, his father passed away from disease. The clans finally decided that they had to abandon their forest and their dried lake in search of a new home, and while some cats seemed to resist, Wildfire was completely for it. He wasn't optimistic that the rivers and lakes were going to fill back up, or that prey would suddenly decide it didn't mind the drought. He knew there were clanmates that doubted whether he would be able to manage to journey, but he fully intended to prove them wrong and make his way wherever they went.

As much as he wanted to try to prove himself, it was easier said than done. The journey through the mountains was brutal--there was no other way around it. Cats died left and right, losing various leaders, as well as his mother and former mentor, Thorntail, along the journey. Wildfire lost his speed and his sharp tongue, growing quieter with the burden of the journey, and as hard as he tried to be independent, it was near impossible. He barely survived the journey, and often found himself relying on his clanmates, particularly Beetlefur and Blueflower, as they traveled on. Food was scarce, everyone was weak, and Wildfire's three legs grew shakier and shakier the longer they went on. Even as exhausted and downtrodden as they were though, Wildfire was sure they weren't travelling in vain, the hope for a safe home and a brighter future--and the support from his two best friends keeping him going each day.

warriorhood - the fjords | 36 - ... ☾
The home they found felt better than anything Wildfire could have imagined, although in all fairness, anything was looking better than what they had at that point. He adapted quickly to the new territory, and in no time, he was as lively as he had always been before the journey. His weakness was a thing of the past, and Wildfire was relieved not to have to rely on anyone anymore. His curiosity was piqued as well, often volunteering for patrols to try and get to know the new territory as well as he'd known the old territory. Everything felt better now that they had a new home, and Wildfire didn't see any side other than the bright one to look on.

+ [ confident | easy going | light-hearted | tenacious ]
confident :: Wildfire is very self-assured, never questioning his own abilities and more than willing to show off his skills for anyone who doubts him. He is more than confident as a warrior as well, amicable with other cats--even from other clans, because he's very charismatic. Despite his natural charm, he isn't very flirtatious, nervous about flirting when he has genuine romantic interest in someone.
easy-going :: Never one to get too serious, Wildfire is a pretty calm cat in terms of responsibilities. He isn't one to go around scolding people for their mistakes, lenient with others--especially if they don't make mistakes often. His easy-going nature makes him good to talk to, willing to lend an ear to pretty much anyone without passing judgement or making them feel bad.
light-hearted :: Since he was a kit, Wildfire has been a jokester who likes making wisecracks and loves making people laugh. Though he finds amusement in lightly teasing others, he wouldn't go as far as to pick at anyone's insecurity if he was aware of it, immediately apologetic if he realizes he's taken things too far. Mostly, he likes to keep tones light and ease the nerves of anyone who is too stressed.
tenacious :: Regardless of obstacles or disadvantages, Wildfire doesn't let anything stop him or stand in his way. He is never content to say 'at least I tried my best,' always determined to accomplish the goals he has set for himself. That said, he isn't overly ambitious--but he doesn't want to let anything hold him back, either.

= [ curious | sensitive | impulsive ]
curious :: Curiosity killed that cat, and that was very nearly true for Wildfire as an apprentice. He hasn't really learned from his accident either, and will still stick his nose into trouble because he can't bare not to know. He can be a bit nosy when it comes to clanmates as well, often sniffing out gossip because he's too curious about what's happening around him.
sensitive :: Despite acting tough often enough, Wildfire is pretty sensitive--to others' opinions about him as well as to others' feelings. He takes small things very personally even if they weren't meant to, especially when it comes to his injury--even so much as asking how he's feeling or if he's tired can set him on a path towards giving whoever asked a cold shoulder for a few hours. But at the same time, he's very empathetic to others, and relates to them with ease--which makes him a good cat to go to for comfort, as long as he's not mad at you for something you said earlier.
impulsive :: Wildfire has always been impulsive, living up to his name well. He has gotten a bit better at controlling himself with age, as well as being forced to grow up some from his accident, but he still has a tendency to leap before he looks. He doesn't really realize he does it and will argue against most cats who say so--he's trying to improve still.

- [ stubborn | foolhardy | spiteful ]
stubborn :: Wildfire has been stubborn since the day he was born, and tends to be very set to his own opinions once he forms them. That isn't to say that his mind cannot possibly be changed, but it's certainly no easy feat. 
foolhardy :: Life isn't worth anything without risks, and Wildfire certainly lives by this idea. He is very bold and will do what he thinks is the right thing to do, whether or not it is the smarter, safer opinion. It can be dangerous, but he usually gets himself out of it okay. He's less likely to take risky measures if there is someone else involved, thankfully.
spiteful :: Tying in with his stubbornness, if Wildfire forms a negative opinion about someone, he isn't likely to change his mind. He will be perfectly civil with them if need be, but it isn't hard to tell the difference between friendship and indifference around a cat as warm as Wildfire. 

Likes: open space, the noise of the ground in swamps, running, being taken care of and sharing tongues, voles, sunny skies
Dislikes: cobwebs, being under-estimated, water, swimming, heavy rain, dogs, bird meat, mouse bile, the medicine cat den

• Wildfire tends to write off most injuries as non-serious to avoid having to spend any time in the medicine cat's den. He'll pull a thorn out of his own foot and deal with a sniffling nose with quiet dignity all so he doesn't have to deal with being cooped up.
• He never wants to look at another mountain again, and has no idea how SkyClan copes with their territory. Likewise, he doesn't like ThunderClan's territory either, feeling closed in by all the massive trees.
• He hates bird meat, finding it too bony and all-together too small for all the effort it takes to eat it. His favorites are things like voles, and mice, but he doesn't mind frogs, despite the bad reputation they get. 
• He loves sunning, always preferring a spot to rest in the sun to the shade.

Orientation: Pansexual, slight preference towards toms
Looking for: Not looking! :3c
Ideal Relationship and Traits: Someone he considers a friend, as well as someone who can handle his teasing. Appearance-wise, he isn't picky; he finds contrast attractive (dark/dull pelts and bright eyes, striking markings, piercing eyes). He doesn't like cats that view his as weaker or inferior, and instantly pulls away from anyone who babies him, even with the best of intentions. He has little preference otherwise, as fond of big, protective toms as he is small, meek toms. He likes she-cats as well, although he prefers she-cats who are confident and even a bit snappy. He probably likes being bossed around as well, even if he wouldn't admit to it.

Mentor: Thorntail, Crowtint
Apprentice: 
Crush:
Mate: Beetlefur and Blueflower (SECRETS!!!)
Ex-Mate/s: 
Kin: Sorrelfur, Whiteclaw

Beetlefur | gardenslug | best friend, secret mate
"Beetlefur has always been one of my best friends. We trained together as apprentices and... when I got injured, Beetlefur spent a lot of time with me and Blueflower in the medicine cat den and kept me company. Our ages didn't matter as much when I was held back for so long with my injury, either! And--over the journey... I'm grateful to be as important to him as I am, I love him... I'll always stand by him, until StarClan takes me."

Blueflower | StruggleMatch | best friend, secret mate, former medicine cat
"Like Beetlefur, Blueflower has always been by my side--we were even together as kits in the nursery! I only have a moon on her. When I was injured, she spent loads of time with me in the medicine cat den and... even though I still hate being in that den, she made it a lot more bearable. And... well, we've always been close... I know it's wrong with her position, but... I love her. Beetlefur and Blueflower mean the world to me. I'll protect her with everything I have."

Crowtint | BARACATT | former mentor, father figure
"I was so wrong about him when I was young! With that permanent snarl I thought he was this cruel, fearsome tom, but Crowtint is much softer than he lets on. But when he took me on as my new mentor, he... ah, I would have been lost without him! I think he tried to work out how to fight without a leg just for me! I'm sure I wouldn't be half the warrior I am now without him. I just--I hope I can keep making him proud of me. It's embarrassing to say, but he's something like family to me now..."

Ashrose | StruggleMatch | clanmate
"Ashrose... she's been through so much. It's awful. But if there's anyone who can help her back onto her feet, I know it's Crowtint. I'm happy they finally found their way to each other after he's been crushing on her since I was an apprentice--but... I hope she's not so far gone that she can't come back."

Acornspring & Lavenderfern || StruggleMatch | parental figure
"They're Blueflower's parents, but they've always treated me so kindly, I can't help but feel like they're family to me as well! They're the only cats in the clan who know about me and Beetlefur and Blueflower, and thankfully, they're supportive, even though the three of us aren't entirely sure why. Plus, Acornspring has the best jokes."

Meadowpaw | dragonleaf1123 | acquaintance
"She's the tiniest little thing! Even on the journey that left so many of us disheartened, Meadowpaw always seemed to keep her head high and her attitude positive, and for an apprentice, that's so admirable! She's got a lot of heart, and I hope she and SkyClan are doing well."

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Bennet couldn't die--he couldn't die here, by Nicchia's hand or Ernest's or Aurelius', because his purpose was far from over. He'd accomplished a lot, but not enough, no where near enough, and he couldn't let Nicchia snuff him out so easily like this. So no matter how many times he felt the burn of silver pierce his skin--no matter how many bullets Ernest shot him with, and no matter how much blood he knew he was losing that he couldn't replenish, he couldn't lose. He couldn't die. Despite his injured, bleeding hand and his even more freshly injured shoulder, he fought against her as best as he could, nails digging into her skin and doing the best that he could to try and strangle her, even just enough to get her to loosen his grip. He didn't care about killing her now; he just wanted to get far enough away to flee until he was strong enough to get rid of her permanently. If he could just get her off of him, if he could just get her to loosen her grip for a second --

He didn't have the air to hiss as his hands were tugged away from Nicchia's neck, realizing after a second it was Aurelius pulling them away; the hands were too soft and delicate to be Ernest's and Nicchia were very clearly still pushing him down under the water. He couldn't get Nicchia off of him if Aurelius had his hands, so he turned his struggled on Aurelius instead, scratching at the man's chest and neck to try and get him to stop. Despite the water, he could still hear Aurelius speak--muffled, but clear enough to understand.

"Stop struggling."

Bennet could feel the fight starting to leave him at those words; he didn't know if it was Aurelius' influence, or his body starting to give out. Either way, his lungs were burning and it was harder to fight Nicchia's strength. He didn't want to die, he was scared to die--and he stopped scratching at Aurelius' neck, letting the man's hand's pull his away, and instead curling his fingers around his. He was scared, and maybe Aurelius wouldn't have wanted to give him comfort, but Bennet was still selfish, and he wanted it. He weakly squeezed his hands, taking some small comfort as Aurelius squeezed them back. He could still hear him faintly, trying to relax and listen to him.

"Quies."

By the time Nicchia pulled him out of the water again, he didn't have the strength to cough up the water in his lungs. His head was spinning from lack of oxygen--her words were somewhat lost on him. It was hard to listen to them, and the moments he managed to process were literally hard to hear. He didn't want what she was saying to be true; he didn't want to die forgotten. He didn't want his life to be meaningless. He didn't want to be erased from history. More than anything, he didn't want Aurelius to be the one helping her kill him. He didn't want Aurelius to hate him the way Nicchia hated him, but there was no strength left to speak to him and no time left to fix it. His lips shook as he tried to speak, but he couldn't even breathe, head starting to get too foggy to hear the end of what she was saying.

But Aurelius was still squeezing his hands, and that was about all he could process anymore.

A last comfort.

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