The Lost Cloud in The Fog - Fogcloud's Bio (Edit 19/05)

Foggy

how about no u burnt piece of rotting celery leaf

Group

Kit

Posts

21

Played By

Status

Offline

The Lost Cloud in The Fog - Fogcloud's Bio (Edit 19/05) Mar 22, 2017 21:42:32 GMT quartzfangs and Icefeather like this

Quote

Post by Foggy on Mar 22, 2017 21:42:32 GMT

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Lost Cloud

In the fog

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Basic
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Name	Fogcloud
Age	29 moons(2 years and 5 months)
Gender	Cis Male
Sexuality	Bisexual
Fog	For his mottled pelt
Cloud	For the spots in his pelt that resem- ble clouds.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Clan Life
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Current Clan	WindClan
Birth Clan	MeadowClan
Rank	Deputy
Desired Rank	None
Previous Rank	MeadowClan warrior/apprentice
Mentor	Seedfur
Mentoring	N/A
Mentored	N/A

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Appearance
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thin, sleek and tall tom with motted pelt in shades of black, gray, silver and white with pale moss green eyes and a black nose.

Scars

Paw beans: Got them while traveling from MeadowClan territory into the four clans'.

Cheek: Got it during the great storm

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Personality
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fogcloud is a overall loyal, friendly and selfless tom who just wants to do what he can to his clan. However, that selflessness sometimes can be very harmful, he only eats when every other cat did, which caused him to almost starve himself during leaf-bare more than once back in MeadowClan. He gets hurt very easily and can sometimes stay a full hour just standing in the same place looking at the nothing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Abilities
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Stalking	++++------
Chasing	++++++---
Swimming	++----------
Fishing	+-----------
Hunting	++++++---
Fighting	++++------
Dodging	+++++----

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Family Tree

Mother Side

Mother	Mistpelt
Grandmother	Mottledstorm
Grandfather	Owlface
Uncle/Aunts	N/A

Father Side

Father	Crowfoot
Grandmother	Darkdusk
Grandfather	Cloudfur
Uncles	Fallenfeather
Aunts	Blurkit(died at birth)

Other

Sisters	Sunkit(Died after birth)
Brothers	Fogkit(Carried away by fox), Dimkit(Died after birth)

Love Life

Mate	N/A
Previous Mates(s)	N/A
Crush	Willowpaw
Daughters	N/A
Sons	N/A
Brother/Sister(s) in law	N/A
Granddaughters	N/A
Grandfather	N/A
Son(s) in law	N/A
Daughter(s) in law	N/A

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Relationships
neutral, respect, loyal to
affection, amused by, friend, close friend, best friend
platonic love, romantic love, family, family like
dislike, hate, loathe, deceased, killed
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
WindClan

oooDuskstarooo
"You didn't seem very approachable the first time we met, but I respected you since the beggining, and even more now that you're my leader. I'll do my best for WindClan as not only your deputy, but as your friend, as well."
oJuniperleafo
"It's good to have someone around to take care of our clan."
oPearnoseo
"Aren't you the most delicate little thing ever."
oIcefeathero
"..."
ooWillowpawoo
"I'm just so glad you're back..."

ShadowClan

oTigeryeo
"Way to make a big deal out of some berries..."

ThunderClan

oCindercloudo
"I don't speak to you much anymore, but I still consider you a good friend. Hopefully one day we'll be able to meet again..."

RiverClan

N/A

MeadowClan

oMistpelto
"I couldn't save you..."

oCrowfooto
"You left and never came back..."

oSeedfuro
"I couldn't save you..."

oMinnowpawo
"I couldn't save you..."

Rogues/Kittypets

N/A

History
Mistpelt was still a young warrior when she fell in love with Crowfoot. At first Crowfoot found her annoying and clingy, but soon enough, the tom developed a affection for the she-cat, which later turned into love. And they had their first litter consisting of three kits; Fogkit, Dimkit, Sunkit.
Dimkit and Sunkit barely made it through their first day, they were born too weak and died few hours after birth, leaving only Fogkit.
Later on, it was discovered Fogkit was blind, and would have to either retired early or train to became a medicine cat- to which he agreed on.
On his forth moon, Fogkit accidentally wandered off of camp, Mistpelt ran after him like a mad woman, but never made it in time, last time she saw him, he was being carried away between a fox’s jaws.
Mistpelt entered a deep depression, and barely spoke to Crowfoot after this, Crowfoot, although just as hurt, pretended he was fine, even after all of his kits died.
Many moons passed, Mistpelt was old, with a total of 84 moons worth of experience, when she once again started to revive her love for Crowfoot, and Crowfoot his love for her. They decided to try again; and had a single kit; Fogkit, the name given as a tribute to his dead brother.
At the age of 4 moons, Fogkit lost his father to a badger, as well as witnessing a new litter of kits; Willowkit and Minnowkit.
At 6 moons, he became an apprentice, mentored by Seedfur, and at the age of 10 moons, his old denmates, Willowkit and Minnowkit were made apprentices; mentored by Fallenfeather and Foxtooth.
He became a warrior at the age of 12, and wandered off into a warrior mission alone, over to the great pine forests in the horizon, only coming back 3 days later to see his home completely destroyed by a fire...
...
The young gray warrior narrowed his eyes as he stepped into what was supposed to be MoorClan's camp, dropping the squirrel and the vole he carried by the tail to his paws, looking in pure horror.
There had been a fire.
He could tell by the awful smell of smoke that stunk up the place and all of the burnt moss and dens made out of fallen trees. He dashed into camp, the dirt had been torture because of the fire and hurt his paw beans more than he wanted them to, groaning quietly he just ran around, looking from one side to the other, and meowing loudly, hoping, waiting for a answer. He ran to the nursery, gasping at the sight of a dead queen and her probably newborn kits, he couldn't recognize her, the fire had completely burnt her body as well as her kit's. It seemed like the fire didn't even give time for all the queens to escape.
Next, he checked the elders den, three dead elders, one was hidden by foliage, and although intact, he was still dead. The other two had been caught by the fire and were in the same state as the previous queen.
The smell of smoke and rot, burnt prey and cats hurt his nostrils as he searched all over for the smell of a warrior, or an apprentice, or anyone. But he found nothing, only 4 more corpses in the apprentices den, and 2 in the warriors den.
He went to the emergency escape exit behind the elders den, trying to find a trail of any kind that could lead to his clan, but found nothing, a faint smell here and there, but that was nothing but lost smoke of the incident, whatever it was.
...
Fogcloud spent first weeks, then moons searching beyond the moors for his clanmates, walking as a loner, looking for anything, anything they could have left to help him find his clan but...he found nothing.
Hope soon left him, and he kept going, over the mountains beyond the pine forest he went to for his first, and last, warrior mission. Traveling through leaf bare, new leaf, leaf fall and green leaf to find a place to settle down, when he finally found the WindClan territory, it reminded him of home, had the same prey, and gave him a good feeling. So he stayed...

Cat Gallery
Mistpelt