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elite warrior of eastclan

alias
torchmask

chromos
xy, male

experience
twenty moons

loyalty
eastclan

authority
elite warrior

magic
ignatius - fire legs

appearance

coming soon

personality

coming soon

history

Torchmask had never been a completely sane tom from the beginning, his first notations of pyromania occurring in his early moons of life, when he and his trouble-making siblings slipped from camp and stumbled upon a lost collection of spark rocks. Curious, his brother, Tinkit, gave the rocks a knock and flickers of light danced from the impact. Curiosity turned to compulsion and soon Tinkit was slapping at the rocks, the sparks growing larger each time, until finally, there was a loud crack and a small fire no larger than the tiny kits' own teeth clung to a short strand of grass for its life.

'Great StarClan!' squealed his timid sister, Showeringkit- her voice rang with strain, stressing her effort to hold back an outcry of panic at the sight of the dwarfen fire. 'Put it out, Tinkit!'

The silver tom moved to diminish the hungry heat with a pawful of uprooted grass and moistened soil, only to be blocked by Torchkit, who stared at the fire with eyes wide with unnerving curiosity. 'no, no, let it get bigger,' whispered Torchkit, his voice hushed and gentle, as if he feared the flame would retreat if he spoke too loudly.

'It's dangerous!' protested Showeringkit, inevitably whining in beneath the pleading mask of her exclamation. Her white tail curled against her leg, fur bristling into straight lines as if they were angelic soldiers standing at attention.

But Torchkit ran a pink tongue across his soft lips, oblivious to all existence around him besides the tiny flame. A terrifying urge swept over his body- he wanted to see the fire get bigger, stronger, more powerful. To engulf himself in its heat, and breath in its lung-charring smoke.

'DON'T TOUCH IT!'

Too late. Torchkit yowled out and drew back, not in pain of the fire as it licked the very ends of his hairs, but instead out of shock as a firm set of jaws tossed him aside. The fire that had been small a second ago had expanded, spreading up the base of a tree, inching slowly upwards and devouring the foliage in its path. The kit stared, open-mouthed, as the warriors contained the fire while an elitists slowly, and with neck-breaking concentration, summoned a tiny sunshower over the flames.

'no...' Torchkit whispered; a terrible pain tore at his heart, devastated at the loss of the fire as it sizzled out into non-existence.

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