Firepath might not seem like much at first; an inexpressive face paired with a reserved demeanor and a tendency for staring off into the distance in contemplation leaving few with much of an impression. Beneath the surface, this tortoiseshell is a mannerly cat who appears to want what's best for those around them. He takes pity on the suffering, helpful and gentle to others in their time of need, but often this is done out of a perception of it being the right thing to do over any personal investment.

Firepath is capable of selflessness if it serves a purpose to him, but they’re also fairly absorbed in their own desires and those of the cats closest to them. Firepath isn't self-aware enough to realize they lack true empathy, or that their Clanmates minds don't travel through the same winding, calculating paths his does. There are few lines Firepath wouldn't cross for their benefit or that of a cherished one. You won’t ever hear them snarl or raise their voice, but Firepath is utterly sinister once someone has made him their enemy, and he’ll stop at nothing to make sure they ‘get what they deserve.’

Firepath can always justify his actions to himself, but whether or not others agree with the validity of them is a whole different story. A philosophical, almost logical, and detached mentality combined with the concept of a heart is quite the intriguing mix, some might say.

Once quite the scrawny fellow, it seems Firepath has done some growing, a moderate amount of lean muscle layering his willowy frame. They’re covered in predominantly coal black fur that’s dulled to a brownish undertone during his time away, the darkest parts of his body being his comically oversized ears, chin, throat, chest, exceptionally fluffy tail, forelegs and paws.

Swirls of ginger tabby fur intermingled with hues of black and brown dapple his sides and cheeks. His oval-shaped eyes are a dark, vibrant orange and claw-mark scars rip down the right side of his neck. Other notable scars extend from their left hip down to his upper front leg and another curves over the right side of his flank.

This unusual tortie carries the usual markers of a CanyonClan warrior with a long, refined visage and powerful, streamlined build, combined with the advantage of height, proving unnervingly tall on those thin, lengthy legs. His long, curled black whiskers look oddly frayed at all times, as if they’ve been signed. A recent injury has left them with a possibly permanent limp in their left hind leg.

Born to Emberdust and her mate Sootfall in late newleaf, Firekit was, shockingly, the only kit born into the litter. He proved exceptionally astute and intuitive from a young age; while the other kits played he was asking questions of the adults and coveting knowledge. He had little interest in frolicking, sitting back and observing the games of his nursery mates with unreadable eyes and a blank expression, only joining in under the encouragement of his mother.

Emberdust began to fret something was wrong with her precious son. He was significantly undersized and weaker than the other tom kits, and his apathy toward making friends worried her. She was a constant thorn in Hallowsage’s side, though he assured her the little kit was developing just fine. His father, Sootfall, was less interested, proving to be quite unnerved by his son to the point he stopped visiting the nursery altogether. “Something ain’t right about that boy. Gives me the creeps,” he could often be heard whispering to the other warriors, much to the dismay of his mate.

Firepaw was quite the studious apprentice; learning all he could from his mentor with a fervor often unmatched by his denmates, even taking to typically disliked apprentice tasks with enthusiasm. The elders were full of stories and experience to offer and the monarchs nurtured new life, both roles within Clan life he viewed as quite valuable. Between this and his odd mannerisms, it wasn’t unusual for them to be mocked by the other apprentices. His combat skills were another area he struggled with, the other cats his age running circles around him and never letting Firepaw forget it.

Resentment built in him slowly, training even harder to catch up. While the others slept he worked himself to exhaustion, but even that never seemed to be enough. He simply wasn’t as strong as them. Maybe he’d never be. If he couldn’t beat them at their own game, then he would make his own. Particularly bothersome apprentices might find their nest full of thorns or a live snake (non-venomous, thankfully) ready to strike, and other such ‘pranks.’ Everyone suspected him, but few could prove it. Firepaw could concoct some unique ways to punish his Clanmates that were ‘paws-off’ for the most part.

CanyonClan fell on hard times shortly after Firepath earned his warrior name, the great famine claiming many lives and leaving the once proud Clan at the mercy of their neighbor who refused to assist them. Firepath did all he could to support the Clan, often going hungry in favor of feeding the elders, monarchs, kits and apprentices over himself. Sandstar declaring war on AspenClan felt justified in the face of starvation and he fought with a fury that even surprised himself to claim more territory for their struggling Clan.

This dedication earned him the affection of one of the monarchs he so cherished, a lovely molly named Willowlight. He’d been carrying a torch for her since they were newly named warriors, and now she was finally noticing him in return. It felt almost like a fantasy come to life. After several failed attempts to start a family the pair realized they couldn’t have kits together, and whether it was him or her wasn’t clear to them, but eventually it began to put a strain on the relationship.

What happened after that seems to be anyone's guess. Sootfall disappeared one evening after a rather heated argument with his mate and child only to be found a few days later at the bottom of a ravine with evidence appearing to point toward him losing his footing while wandering the cliffside under twilight. Not too long after this, a very pregnant Emberdust and Firepath disappeared in the dead of night, abandoning the Clans to their bloodthirsty war in search of a more peaceful life for her newest litter. Willowlight was left behind, expecting herself, and rumors began to spread.

Had Firepath managed to sire a litter after all, or was this part of the reason they left? Willowlight refused to reveal any of her secrets before dying in battle, leaving behind two apprentice-age kits with more questions than answers. Firepath returned to CanyonClan alone a year later, appearing in camp one night as if he'd never left, emerging with the shadows.