Post by moony on Sept 7, 2019 11:33:35 GMT -6
Fog that hangs
in air
Tribe of Floating Stones
short-hair solid blue tom with orange eyes
Teller
tom
44 moons
Appearance
Fog’s pelt is the color of the gray stones that make up some of the pebbly beaches of the Tribe’s island home. It is also reminiscent of the gray fog that many mornings cover the lake – rendering the horizon indiscernible from the sky and water. Almost imperceptible in his fur are slightly darker markings denoting tabby stripes. They are most noticeable on his long tail, but the rest of the markings on his body are just a shade shy of being invisible.
His body is thin and lithe. His legs have grown tall, and even though he is lithe well muscled from work as a stone-guard.
As for his face, Fog boasts only a slightly elongated snout. He does not exhibit the sharper features prominent in his more oriental built sister – Moth Guided by Fireflies. His eyes are a bright but pale orange. His short and smooth fur repels water, allowing him to glide easily while swimming. His ears are tall and straight, inside a slight tinge of pink disrupts the gray tones of his body. His nose is a dark gray, not to be mistaken for black. His long whiskers spring from his face as a pale gray color, blending in with his gray body.
Fog’s paw pads are the same deep gray as his nose. Sharp white claws extend from his paws, proving deadly to prey and dangerous to enemies. His fangs are long and sharp as well, prepared always to deal a killing blow.
In his first season as Teller, a battle with Sumac left Fog with a glaring scar across his throat. Only the lives granted by his ancestors allowed him to survive the ordeal, leaving the telling mark as a reminder of the dangers of greed and power.
His body is thin and lithe. His legs have grown tall, and even though he is lithe well muscled from work as a stone-guard.
As for his face, Fog boasts only a slightly elongated snout. He does not exhibit the sharper features prominent in his more oriental built sister – Moth Guided by Fireflies. His eyes are a bright but pale orange. His short and smooth fur repels water, allowing him to glide easily while swimming. His ears are tall and straight, inside a slight tinge of pink disrupts the gray tones of his body. His nose is a dark gray, not to be mistaken for black. His long whiskers spring from his face as a pale gray color, blending in with his gray body.
Fog’s paw pads are the same deep gray as his nose. Sharp white claws extend from his paws, proving deadly to prey and dangerous to enemies. His fangs are long and sharp as well, prepared always to deal a killing blow.
In his first season as Teller, a battle with Sumac left Fog with a glaring scar across his throat. Only the lives granted by his ancestors allowed him to survive the ordeal, leaving the telling mark as a reminder of the dangers of greed and power.
Personality
Fog is a disinterested cat. His pale orange eyes look at the world with an apathetic air, rarely showing emotion or interest in the trivial things around him. This disinterested air is due to the boredom that consistently encapsulates him. He is quick to learn tasks and comprehend concepts which puts him ahead of his fellow to-be’s even at his young age. He finds little to no pleasure in making friends, and it would take a persistent cat to get through Fog’s haughty air to become what he would consider a friend – someone who’s company he tolerates.
The few cat’s who Fog trusts can be confident in his loyalty and honesty with them. Even cats he does not trust can believe what he says as true – he rarely hides his displeasure or annoyance. If he thinks a cat is acting mouse-brained than he will say so – even if they are the Teller. This has to do with his higher thinking skills.
When Fog is in a position in which he is asked for advice he does so with an assertiveness that transcends his young age. He is confident in his abilities and planning skills, and if he thinks some cat is going about something the wrong way, he will be insistent on his superior plans and skills. Although this assertiveness doesn’t happen often, it happens enough to cause some of his fellow warriors to think him obnoxious and haughty.
Fog has no sense of humor. He is too serious to crack a joke, and when another cat tease or makes jokes around Fog the young tom glowers in annoyance. His seriousness and highly logical thinking tend to leave him bored with everyday life in the tribe. He will sometimes remedy his boredom by acting obstinate by not doing what is asked of him – at least in the way that is expected. Ask him to complete some menial task and he’ll lay about lazily ignoring the summons. Then when the cat leaves, frustrated and believing Fog will not do what has been asked, the young to-be will mischievously go and complete the task quickly and quietly. Since he is seen laying around sun-bathing or napping when he isn’t being forced to train or hunt, many form an opinion that Fog is irresponsible and lazy, however those who know him well and work closely with him in training know this is just a façade he puts on out of boredom.
History
Fog that Hangs in Air was born in the second litter of Sunflower where Bee Sleeps and Path Guarded by Stone. Just as with their first litter, Sunflower and Path welcomed three additional kits to their family. The first born was Fog, his gray coat slick and gleaming, practically black until his mother cleaned him and his siblings later. The middle kit was Spark that Starts Forest Fire, and the third kit was Burr that Sticks to Fox. Burr was the runt of the litter, tiny and weak from the start of his life.
With the birth of the second litter, Fog’s father, Path, began to distance himself from his family. He rarely visited the growing kits. Instead of daily visits from their father, Fog, Spark, and Burr were visited by their elder sister – Moth Guided by Fireflies. The she-cat helped her mother by bringing her prey she had caught as a prey-hunter and giving her mother time to rest away from the kits. Fog was to young to remember these early days, and the soon came to an end. A decrease in prey and an increase in sickness kept Moth away from her family most days, although she would do her best to visit. Then one day her visits stopped completely. Moth had caught the sickness that had spread through the tribe and relocated to the sick rock with the other ill cats.
With Moth gone, Sunflower had to do more to provide for her kits. Her mate, Path, had stopped visiting with his young family. Fog barely remembered seeing his father until he was close to being a to-be. Without a consistent visitor to bring food to her so she could still produce milk for her kits, Sunflower had to venture out, leaving her kits snuggled in their family den, while she searched for food. Occasionally another prey-hunter would come and bring food, but all the tribe was busy.
Although most of this time is just shadowy memory to Fog, he does have on clear memory. His mother had been gone to find food, they were mewling, their bellies rumbling for her sweet milk. There was a rustle and their mews grew louder, thinking their mother was returning. But then a low, whining growl slithered through the air. It was not their mother.
The fox was almost all the way in the den when Sunflower barreled into it, knocking it away from the den and her still tiny kits. They wrestled just outside the den. Sunflower thought she had overpowered it and scared it off as the fox ran. She rejoined her kits, a wound in her front leg dripping blood. But the low growl returned. Cornered in their den, the fox was back for revenge. But before it could strike a stone-guard, Lake Where Skies Meet, appeared and fought the fox off. The stone-guard died during the battle, but he took the fox with him.
Sunflower was thankful for the sacrifice Lake had made. She visited with his heavily pregnant mate, Maple that Burns at Dawn, a few times, and even was there for the birth of the single kit, Hemlock.
Unfortunately, the wound Sunflower had received from the fox would not heal and an infection grew. Shortly after Hemlock’s birth Sunflower passed away weak from the roaring fever of the infection. As the only she-cat producing milk, Maple took in Fog and his two siblings to suckle. Burr, however, would not latch onto the she-cat. Various cats from the tribe tried to coax and feed the tiny runt, but it did no good. His mother had not been buried for long until Burr joined her.
Shortly after the deaths, Fog and Spark’s elder sister Moth rejoined the tribe after recovering from her sickness. She would visit with Fog and Spark as they grew in the care of Maple. Fog appreciated his sister’s visits. Now that he was old enough to move around and think for himself, he felt oppressed in the den with Maple and Hemlock. The queen would tell stories of Hemlock’s father at night, and although he appreciated the care, she had given him and his sibling he yearned to be away so he could make something of himself – like Moth had done for herself.
At six moons of age Spark and Fog were named to-be’s and began their training to become full members of the tribe that had cared for them better than their father ever had. A moon later, Fog was joined in training by his old den mate – Hemlock.
IC History Updates -
Fog, ten moons of age, and Hemlock witness the tribe fall ill with a illness the tribe has no cure for. As cats settle on the brink of death Fog also catches the illness. Although he doesn't have a serious case, when the two to-be's witness their Stone-Teller recite a prophecy and die, Fog has to encourage his den-brother to follow the path over a sandbar to seek help. (December 2019 - January 2020)
After Hemlock's return to the Tribe, the two foster brother's have a falling out. When the head stone-guard, Talon, requires them to work together to deal with a coyote, and then tells them he and Maple are becoming mates, the two brothers rekindle their friendship. (March 2020, 12 moons of age)
With the birth of the second litter, Fog’s father, Path, began to distance himself from his family. He rarely visited the growing kits. Instead of daily visits from their father, Fog, Spark, and Burr were visited by their elder sister – Moth Guided by Fireflies. The she-cat helped her mother by bringing her prey she had caught as a prey-hunter and giving her mother time to rest away from the kits. Fog was to young to remember these early days, and the soon came to an end. A decrease in prey and an increase in sickness kept Moth away from her family most days, although she would do her best to visit. Then one day her visits stopped completely. Moth had caught the sickness that had spread through the tribe and relocated to the sick rock with the other ill cats.
With Moth gone, Sunflower had to do more to provide for her kits. Her mate, Path, had stopped visiting with his young family. Fog barely remembered seeing his father until he was close to being a to-be. Without a consistent visitor to bring food to her so she could still produce milk for her kits, Sunflower had to venture out, leaving her kits snuggled in their family den, while she searched for food. Occasionally another prey-hunter would come and bring food, but all the tribe was busy.
Although most of this time is just shadowy memory to Fog, he does have on clear memory. His mother had been gone to find food, they were mewling, their bellies rumbling for her sweet milk. There was a rustle and their mews grew louder, thinking their mother was returning. But then a low, whining growl slithered through the air. It was not their mother.
The fox was almost all the way in the den when Sunflower barreled into it, knocking it away from the den and her still tiny kits. They wrestled just outside the den. Sunflower thought she had overpowered it and scared it off as the fox ran. She rejoined her kits, a wound in her front leg dripping blood. But the low growl returned. Cornered in their den, the fox was back for revenge. But before it could strike a stone-guard, Lake Where Skies Meet, appeared and fought the fox off. The stone-guard died during the battle, but he took the fox with him.
Sunflower was thankful for the sacrifice Lake had made. She visited with his heavily pregnant mate, Maple that Burns at Dawn, a few times, and even was there for the birth of the single kit, Hemlock.
Unfortunately, the wound Sunflower had received from the fox would not heal and an infection grew. Shortly after Hemlock’s birth Sunflower passed away weak from the roaring fever of the infection. As the only she-cat producing milk, Maple took in Fog and his two siblings to suckle. Burr, however, would not latch onto the she-cat. Various cats from the tribe tried to coax and feed the tiny runt, but it did no good. His mother had not been buried for long until Burr joined her.
Shortly after the deaths, Fog and Spark’s elder sister Moth rejoined the tribe after recovering from her sickness. She would visit with Fog and Spark as they grew in the care of Maple. Fog appreciated his sister’s visits. Now that he was old enough to move around and think for himself, he felt oppressed in the den with Maple and Hemlock. The queen would tell stories of Hemlock’s father at night, and although he appreciated the care, she had given him and his sibling he yearned to be away so he could make something of himself – like Moth had done for herself.
At six moons of age Spark and Fog were named to-be’s and began their training to become full members of the tribe that had cared for them better than their father ever had. A moon later, Fog was joined in training by his old den mate – Hemlock.
IC History Updates -
Fog, ten moons of age, and Hemlock witness the tribe fall ill with a illness the tribe has no cure for. As cats settle on the brink of death Fog also catches the illness. Although he doesn't have a serious case, when the two to-be's witness their Stone-Teller recite a prophecy and die, Fog has to encourage his den-brother to follow the path over a sandbar to seek help. (December 2019 - January 2020)
After Hemlock's return to the Tribe, the two foster brother's have a falling out. When the head stone-guard, Talon, requires them to work together to deal with a coyote, and then tells them he and Maple are becoming mates, the two brothers rekindle their friendship. (March 2020, 12 moons of age)
