Vulturestar // She-cat // Leader // Lesbian // Location; Camp // Tags; Open
The bulky leader sat only a few feet from her den, her silky fur made her look almost like a rock in this fog, to a blind cat at least. Luckily, her clan was built nice for these harsh strains against the eyes. Her gaze was stern as she glared around the camp. She never meant to look so harsh, but it was second nature to the tall she-cat. A small ``hmph,,`` came from her, yet this noise was more content than upset for her. She seemed to be in a good mood today
Sheepsplash // Tom // Medicine Cat // Aromantic // Location; Exploring // Tags; Open
His small paws led him through the foggy mountain, his sharp eyes in search for the scarce herbs in the area. His nose was one of the best in the clan, leading him down a successful route to being a medicine cat. Currently, catchweed was his main goal, but the tom knew any herb was worth picking in these areas. Ragweed, blackberry leaves, rush and watermint, are the most commonly found in these marshy, foggy areas. Any herb grown in mushy lands was useful. His nose brushed up against shrubs and bushes, trying to scent out whatever could be hiding from the harsh winds.
Flintheart // Tom // Warrior // Gay // Location; Camp // Tags; Open
The shy tom slunk through the reeds and bushes of the camp, his silky and nice fur shaking as he tried to dry off his wet pelt. He had earlier found himself slipping into an extra damp part of the mountain and came back to camp mumbling. As much as he was annoyed though, he still kept his ears up and tried his best to keep being productive through the uncomfortable stick of his fur to his skin. He was certainly a strong-willed cat, it showed as he dragged his now heavy pelt through the slick grass to heave bushes and logs around dens.
Grapeflush // She-cat // Lesbian // Location; Marsh // Tags; Open
She found herself sticking her sticky paws into the grossest area of the mountain, the fog especially bad and the damp grass turned to mud. She laughed to herself as she stuck a bunch of herbs into the dark mud, she decided she would blame this act on Flintheart later, he surely wouldn't be too upset. The timid tom usually just put up with her pranks, and she found him the perfect person to blame for them! He would look like he was ready to claw at her but his words were always soft. She found him amusing, and would certainly keep messing with him.
Berrypaw // She-cat // Bi-curious // Location; Rocky path // Tags; Open
Her tabby pelt made her seem almost invisible in the fog, which was something she was pleased with. It helped her hunt, but of course she had to rely on more than her pelt color, as everyone did. Like the cats here, the other animals had heightened smell and sight. Her pelt messily flew around due to the wind making her close her eyes in annoyance. Luckily the rocks gave her some shelter in this wind
Ebonyshoal // Tom // Gay // Location; Camp // Tags; Open
The tom sat by the nursery, the most sheltered place in this camp. The logs and rocks made sure the camp wouldn't get filled to the brim with wind or grime, the kit's nests were always tidy. Who was in charge of keeping the place kit-safe? Ebonyshoal of course! Even when he wasn't asked to, he would always provide extra moss or shrubs into the nests, or shoving more rocks to block out the harsh sun through the fog, or the winds strong enough to knock away a newborn. He yawned, his paws still at work weaving a new nest for any upcoming kittens.
Oz // Tom // Pan // Location; Small Town // Tags; Open
The rather pretty tom sat outside the small town beside the lower bits of the mountain. He climbed the mountain every day, since it was a new time of adventure, but unfortunately for him, Fogclan cats were getting obviously upset with his scent appearing in their territory. His whiskers twitched in fear of being hurt in a confrontation and decided his best option was to stay a little closer to home today. His collar bell let out annoying rings as he stalked along the bottom bits of the mountain
