Fog

            - B A S I C  I N F O R M A T I O N -

Name: Fog

Alias: Nimbus

Name Meaning: Named for his blue-gray coat and white patches (All his siblings were named after clouds as well)

Past Name(s):

Nickname(s): Foggy, Ghost, Foggers, Nimbus, Nim, Bus

Starting Date: 10/4/2020

Current Age: 59 Moons

    Starting Age: 15 Moons

Physical Gender: Male

Gender Identity: Male

Voice: Soft Spoken and medium pitched with a slight stutter

Theme Song(s): Wander. Wonder. | Heirloom | Putting the Dog to Sleep

Personal Inventory: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/13T7SY7o1Gz9TBy_sG84NzD6AfMXSLKnyU0J-lvdc9Bg/edit?usp=sharing

Where his den is: North of Snakeclan in a patch of forest by the river

                - C L A N  I N F O R M A T I O N -

Birth Clan: None
Current Clan: None
Rank: Rogue
Past Mentor: Echo
Apprentice:
Past Apprentice(s): Apple

                - S T A T S -

Stats: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1IGxtkuxWnquPJ27w66HKhpughA9ztAsqDe4Cm4PvBBE/edit#gid=1079046469

                - P H Y S I C A L   I N F O R M A T I O N -

Body Type: Very tall and thin. Built more for running than fighting
Fur Type: Short and dense fur
Fur Color: Blue-gray with lighter patches
Eye Color: Yellow-gold
Scars: Left eye, given by his brother Alto. Chest/neck, given by Fawnpetal

Goals in Love:
_ Find a mate? He's not really the romantic type.

Goals in Life:
_ Prove to himself that he is good enough.
_ Prove to Stone that he is strong enough to survive on his own and thrive.
_ Find Cirrus if she's still alive.
X Yell at Alto for leaving them.
_ Meet Echo in the stars if her stories were true.

                 - P E R S O N A L I T Y -

 Positive
 Neutral
 Negative

| Independent | Alert | Logical | Distant | Ambitious | Anxious | Overly Self-Critical | Resentful |

 Independent:
    Fog had to learn at a young age how to survive after Echo's passing and when he was left alone with Cirrus. He doesn't like asking for help and prefers to do things on his own if possible.
 Alert:
    Fog may not have large ears, but he knows how to use them. He is constantly listening for prey and threats alike, especially after he heard about the mutinies.
 Logical:
    He makes up for his lack of brawn with his brain! Since he isn't a skilled fighter, he's become used to using his noggin to get himself out of a jam. He isn't going to fight a fox when he knows the red bastards can't climb.
 Protective:
    After Purrkins' death, he has become more protective of his found family. He doesn't want to lose them.
 Ambitious:
    He wants to prove to himself and to his father that he can take care of himself. He keeps his skills sharp and continues to improve where he can.
 Anxious:
   Fog has become a very anxious and jumpy cat when it comes to strangers and threats. He does not linger in one place for long, especially if in a new area.
 Overly Self-Critical:
    He's very much overly perfectionist. He finds flaws in everything he does and sometimes berates himself if he doesn't feel that his success was truly earned or to his standards.
 Resentful:
    Despite it being moons ago, Fog still holds negative emotions towards Stone and Alto for leaving Cirrus and him alone. Alto more so since they're siblings and he shouldn't have left to go find the cat that called himself their father. This also includes Fawnpetal ever since she killed Purrkins.

Likes: Climbing, improving his skills, hunting, birds/birdsong, warm weather, his family.
Dislikes: Swimming, rain, getting wet in general, cold weather, fighting, his reflection.
Fears: Foxes, not being able to get away from a threat, starving, not seeing his mother in the star spirits when he dies, losing Apple and Jeep, Fawnpetal.
     
                - H I S T O R Y -

Kithood (0 - 5 Moons)

Fog was born in late spring alongside two other siblings. Echo, his mother, named all three of her kits after different types of clouds because was fascinated by the sky. Fog's larger brother was named Alto and his sister was named Cirrus. All three were greatly loved by Echo. Their father, Stone, however was a different story. He didn't visit them often and didn't particularly enjoy their company. He really only seemed to stick around when Echo needed to stretch her legs or go hunting. He never did anything extreme of course. Stone just wasn't very interested in them. He'd often just watch them play instead of joining in like Echo did. Fog would often ask to be shown hunting techniques or even just ask a question, but Stone would mostly just huff and either ignore the kit, or on the rare times that he did answer the kit, he wouldn't put much effort into it. Fog sometimes caught hints about them being weak, but the tom never said it completely outright to them. Once Echo came back, he'd ask her if she needed anything, and head off again. Fog didn't know how to feel about his father, but he still played and explored like any kit would. He hang around and play moss ball and hide and seek with Cirrus and Alto. He wasn't as strong as Alto was, but still tried his best in their little spars. Cirrus took part as well, and while she and Fog were pretty evenly matched (much to the tom's annoyance), she

most of the time cheered her littermates on from the sidelines or refereed the matches. Echo would watch them, often doting on them a little bit to make up for the lack of attention the kits got from their father. She often told her kits stories at night as well. The den had a good view of the stars. Some nights, Echo would tell them about the star spirits in the sky. Fog's mother never said where she'd heard the story from, only mentioning a friend that lived in a big group. He still enjoyed listening nonetheless. As they grew older, they saw less and less of Stone. The kits "were old enough to know not to go running off, and didn't need a babysitter," the blue tom had said. Alto on a few occasions proved otherwise, but he never strayed far. If anything, Alto would follow Stone around. Fog could never see what his brother saw in that cat. Maybe strength, but Fog didn't see him in that light. Stone seemed less annoyed with Alto, but Stone never said much about it. Echo did her best to provide for them, but as the months grew colder, she found it difficult to find enough prey for all of them on her own. It was obvious to the mother that she'd be on her own in teaching them. She did the best she could though.

Apprenticeship (6 - approx. 12 Moons)

Fog was about six moons old when Echo began teaching them how to hunt and forage properly. His mother wasn't particularly good at sparring, but still gave them a few pointers. While the family hadn't had to fight any large predators, Echo still showed them common herbs as well. Cirrus and Alto weren't really into the whole healing thing, but Fog didn't mind it. Just more information to have in case something happened. At this point, visits from Stone were almost non-existent. Fog would sometimes smell his scent lingering in the area, but the tom rarely approached if he even showed his face. Fog would simply just roll his eyes and follow his mother

to whatever area they were hunting in that day. As the first flakes of snow fell, Fog noticed two things. One, he very much didn't like the winter. It was way too cold, no matter how beautiful Cirrus thought it was. Two, Echo had begun to cough. It was hard to notice at first, and the young cats didn't suspect anything. Echo would always use the excuse of a feather or hair in her throat, or sometimes the cold air irritated her lungs. As the winter dragged on, even Alto seemed to notice. Echo would lag behind when they went hunting or looking for herbs and she seemed to get more tired as the days went on. Fog kept up with his hunting and sparring with Alto and Cirrus. Eventually, Echo's condition worsened to the point where she was den-ridden. The cold of winter and lack of prey and herbs weren't helping the situation. Stone did appear a few times to bring his mate prey and share a few words, but he still never stayed more than a night with them. The names "Watcher" and "Sleet" came up, but Fog had never heard of them, and his mother only shook her head at whatever Stone had asked.  Stone visited one final time, seeing how bad Echo's condition had become. Stone hadn't wanted to watch her die. A few days before Echo passed, she gathered up her kits and told them that she would be joining the spirit stars that she'd mentioned in her stories and that her kits would have to fend for themselves soon. Of course, this confession was met with tears and wails. Fog continued hunting and searching for any herbs that would help his ailing mother, but the herbs didn't seem to be strong enough. One morning, Fog woke up to the sound of crying. He'd sat up, seeing Cirrus in tears as his sister was draped over their mother's cold body. The siblings spent most of the day mourning. They burried her the best they could in the frozen earth. They all spent that night talking about what they'd do next. Stone hadn't shown up, and none of them knew why. Fog felt his blood boil at the thought. He tried to shake away the negative thoughts, gazing up at the stars. He wondered if his mother's stories were real. Which star was she? Would he ever see her again? The group of siblings slept together that night, but in the morning, one was gone. Alto had left. Fog remembered that his brother had mentioned Stone and maybe finding him. Fog growled in anger, storming out of the den and swiping his claws across a nearby tree. How could he? They were siblings! They should be sticking together, not following cats who weren't what they claimed to be. After that, Fog shut down. Two close losses in just two days. His father's whispers echoed in his head. Had he just been too weak to save her? Was there actually something more he could have done to save his mother? Fog didn't speak much over the next few days. When questioned by Cirrus, he'd mostly just answer in "mhm" or other noises. The two remaining siblings stayed together after the snow thawed.

Warriorhood (12 Moons - Current)
Fog and Cirrus became closer every day. They didn't have anyone else they knew they could rely on. Stone never came back, and neither did Alto. Fog assumed Stone had gone to see whoever that Watcher cat was and that Alto had followed him. Fog still felt anger at the thought of Alto and Stone just leaving them alone. All that remained of their small family was just Cirrus and him. Cirrus was probably the only cat Fog told how he felt. She of course assured him that he wasn't weak. He might not be a talented fighter, but he was strong in other ways. His plans had helped them lure and catch more at the end of winter. Fog would nod, but the feeling never went away. He continued to practice his hunting and even fighting when Cirrus was up for it. His standards just kept getting higher though. He had to get better. He was going to prove to Stone (who he no longer called his father), that he wasn't weak. As spring rolled into summer, the two were finally separated. They'd split up to hunt, Fog tried to catch some fish while Cirrus stayed in the woods. They hadn't been hunting long when Fog heard a shout from the forest. He sprinted as fast as he could, a look of horror on his face when he found his sister. She was dangling by her haunches in the jaws of a fox. He could see contrasting red streaks along her white patched fur. Fog quickly rushed in to help, but he couldn't do much besides give the beast a few scratches. Cirrus finally managed to wiggle free, but she was in no condition to fight. Fog kept swiping at the fox, trying to keep it away from his sister. He cried out in pain as its claws swiped down his shoulder, but he continued. Eventually he made it angry enough to chase him. He yelled for Cirrus to run before he started running. His shoulder burned like hell, but he kept running. He was only just able to keep ahead of the fox as it chased after him. When he didn't think he could run any longer, he scrambled up the nearest tree out of reach. He hissed and growled each time the fox tried to jump up and reach him. He didn't know how long he was waiting in that tree. It felt like moons before the fox lost interest and ran off. He waited a little longer before climbing back down. His shoulder still hurt, but he was more worried about Cirrus. The sun was starting to set by the time he made it back to the hollow where she'd been attacked. He called out for her, but didn't get a response. Maybe she'd run back to the den? Fog grabbed some cobwebs on his way back and attempted to dress his shoulder the best he could. When he made it back to their home, Cirrus wasn't there. Well, maybe she was out hunting getting food? He pushed down his worry and waited outside the den. He waited as the moon rose above him. He stayed there, worried. The worry formed into grief when the sun began to rise. Fog didn't stay at the den. His only support was gone, and he couldn't bring himself to stay at the den he'd grown up at anymore. He walked in a daze before finally passing out in a fallen log. He was awoken the next morning by a pain in his stomach. He hunted, but his heart wasn't in it. The starling he'd caught didn't even taste good. He felt like he failed again. He was too weak to chase the fox out. Cirrus was gone. Fog dug his claws into the dirt. It was all his fault. He stayed in the fallen log again that night. Before he went to sleep though, he sent a quiet prayer to the stars to guide Cirrus to them. At least she could be with Echo. Each day passed similarly. Fog would walk in a daze until hunger snapped him out of it before he found a place to sleep. As the weather started to chill once more, he realized he'd made his way to a valley. With the weather only getting colder, he decided it'd be safer to stay there than trying to navigate the mountains in winter. While he set up a messy nest in the hollow of a tree, he vowed to get stronger while he was here. He owed it to his mother and sister. While he kept to himself, he couldn't help but pick up on the rumors of large groups of clan cats and that some of these cats hated rogues. He also heard a pair of names that he hadn't heard since his brother left. If he ever met Alto or Stone again, he'd be sure to give them a good swipe.  If that wasn't enough, he'd been having odd dreams and hearing noises as well. The dreams were hard to remember like most, but they always seemed weird. Something to do with a misty clearing. Plus there was that noise. It was like a fly buzzing in his ear. At first, that's what he thought it was, but when he scratched his ear, the sound didn't go away. Fog found it pretty annoying when it popped up when he was trying to hunt. While he'd tried not to interact with anyone, a black and white cat wearing a skull approached him. The cat said their name was Healer and they explained some things about the cult cats. They brought up the dreams and noises as well, but all Fog did was nod when asked if he'd had them. Healer mentioned the cult cats were helping, and some were friendly, but the cats across the river in the mountains had a bad reputation. He'd never run into the cultist cats, but he'd frequently caught whiffs of their scents while he was looking for a place to settle down. Well, that was fine. He'd just do what he'd done on his trek to this odd place, keep his head down and stay away. Can't get hurt if you don't meet other cats.

As the weather got colder, prey was harder to find. He didn't know the area well, and even the fishing wasn't great. He grew thinner by the day. It only got worse as a massive swarm of bugs showed up and began to harass and bite at him. He managed to escape them during a patrol, but after that, he could barely leave his tree due to the swarm. He lost sleep as well from the almost constant buzzing and nightmares. Safe to say that Fog was not having a good time, and wouldn't have a good winter at all. After what felt like season cycles, the insects finally left. Not before he had the worst nightmare of his life. A long dark tendril wrapped around his paws and dragged him into a living hell. The ground beneath his paws was wet with blood and muddy water. There were screams and yowls of pain. When he woke up, he felt as though he'd fought in a war. Fog, sleep deprived and starving spent the day hunting until he got caught in a blizzard. He passed out, not expecting to wake up, let alone waking up in a hole in the ground with a severely injured cat laying next to him. He was too weak to escape, but his hoarse yelling attracted the attention of his other new roommate. Their names were Jeep and Purrkins, the former having been the one to rescue Fog from freezing. He felt like he owed Jeep, so instead of just booking it the second he had enough strength, he helped care for Purrkins and his wounds with his limited herb knowledge. He didn't want to admit that he was sick of being alone.

After moons, Fog finally started to get used to having company again. It was strange to him. He hadn't had true companionship in moons and it was nice to have someone he could rely on when he wasn't feeling well. Things had been going smoothly for the trio. He'd caught wind of a bear targeting one of the cultist groups and rumors of a war, but he was glad to stay out of it. Something did manage to shake him up a bit though. One day Purrkins came home with a young tom at his heels. Fog was reluctant to get attached to them right away. He didn't want to fail again and have the young cat get hurt. On the other paw though, he wanted to prove that he could get stronger and protect this new cat in his life. Apple surely wasn't going anywhere. He'd just have to keep an eye on the young cat.

Not too long after Apple was brought to them, Purrkins disappeared. Ivy, Purrkins and Fog had gone on a long walk, but were attacked by some sort of possessed pigeons. The attack had left the three cats battered, but alive. Fog and Purrkins were on their way home when Purrkins said he had to do something. Fog agreed, deciding that it wasn't his business, and returned home. After getting his wounds treated by Semmy, he returned home to see that Purrkins hadn't come home. The family set out that night to look for him, but only found faint traces of his scent and a trail of blood that lead to the river. The family of three kept searching every day for the next moon, but every time they came up with nothing. He had simply just vanished. Fog blamed himself for not trying to make Purrkins come home. At the three moon mark, the family had tapered off the search in favor of preparing for the coming leafbare. Fog kept at it when he could though. He attended one of the clan gatherings and asked two apprentices to aid him, but other than that, he came up short. During one of his trips to look for his father, Alto showed up. The smaller tom interrogated his brother, leading to Fog snapping and scratching him. Fog in return received a scar over his left eye and Alto stole his prey that he was bringing back. Two weeks later, a mysterious trio of rogues appeared talking about some celebration called a "wedding." The young rogue still kept an eye out for his adopted father, but began spending more time helping The Minister with preparations for the ceremony. It didn't take long for the blue and white tom to start developing a crush on the black and white tom. Fog knew that The Minister probably wouldn't feel the same, but still wanted to hang around him. At the very least he was helping to get the wedding ready and making sure The Minister was at least eating when Fog brought him food. It wasn't until the next gathering that Fog and his family finally found out about what happened to Purrkins. Fog had attended again, in search of answers, when he ran into a shorter, spotted cat named Fawnpetal. He asked her and surprisingly she knew Purrkins. She led him away from the clearing and broke the news that Purrkins was dead. She told a story about how they met and then described how Purrkins had ambushed she and another warrior not long ago. According to Fawnpetal, he'd somehow been living in the overgrown forest, was thin and bloody, and kept talking about "supernatural things." Fog quickly saw through the lie, knowing that Purrkins never fought, and preferred to talk things out. He wouldn't have been able to kill one fully trained warrior and severely injure another, especially if he had been in such bad shape. After the lie had been disproven, Fawnpetal became angry. She admitted to murdering Purrkins in order to "protect her family." She was about to kill Fog as well, saying he'd join his father at the bottom of the river. Before she could though, a bat flew into her face and something seemed to have spooked her. Fog managed to escape, but he knew that he and his family had to move away. If they stayed near Ravenclan, they most likely would be killed. Fog became more determined to learn how to fight and protect himself and his family after that night. After all, Fawnpetal promised that she was waiting for the day that he slipped up. Fog broke the news to Apple and Jeep as soon as he returned home from the gathering, and they moved out that night, heading towards Lynxclan and Snakeclan.

Not long after leaf-fall began, Purrella approached the group. She mentioned forming a club for rogues. They could use it for protection and learn how to fight properly. The family agreed and moved to stay at the car where the group was located. The group stayed there during the winter. Fog was one of the lowest ranking members which didn’t help his confidence, but he kept training. On one night, he went to take flowers to the old den that he stayed in when Jeep and Purrkins too him in. He began grieving for his father until he was caught by a clan cat. She looked strikingly like Fawnpetal but there was also something familiar about her. Pumpkinpaw spoke to him and as they talked, he began to wonder. He eventually connected the dots as he was on the verge of an emotional breakdown. Purrkins was Pumpkinpaw’s father. He ran away that night and left the apprentice with questions. The apprentice found him again in early spring and the two talked. Pumpkinpaw’s brother Kinkpaw followed her and Fog spoke to both. As he was about to leave however, Fawnpetal leapt out of the bushes. She raked her claws across his chest and nearly killed him. He managed to get away, but not without almost bleeding to death on his way back to the club. Jeep and Apple saved him. As he started healing, he had a thought. Fawnpetal probably thought he was dead. If she knew he was alive, then she wouldn’t hesitate to finish the job. He decided that it would be best to go by a different name when around other cats outside of his family. He chose the name Nimbus to fit with the cloud names that his mother gave to him and his siblings.

                - R E L A T I O N S H I P S -Orientation: Homosexual
Availability: Open
Ideal Relationship and Traits:
Crush:
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(Feel free to add more family members if you'd like to include more detail.)
LynxClanExampleclaw | @  | Rank | - Relationship Description

RavenClan
Fawnpetal | @/Timely-Artist  | Warrior | - Fog despises her greatly. She murdered Purrkins for seemingly no reason and threatened his family. He knows the truth about what happened and hopes she will get what's coming to her.
SnakeClan
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Non-Clan

Echo| NPC |  Deceased | - Fog's mother. He misses her a lot and wants to join her in the stars if the legends he'd heard were true.
Cirrus | NPC |  Rogue (Status Unknown) | - Fog's sister. He doesn't know where she went after the fox attack or if she even survived. He hopes that if she did die, that she's with their mother.
Alto | NPC |  Rogue | - Fog's brother. He's bitter that Alto abandoned Cirrus and him after their mother died. He left to follow Stone, wanting to join the cat whose strength he admired, and his remaining parental figure.
Stone | NPC |  Rogue | - Fog's father, though Fog doesn't refer to him as such. He was never very involved with the kits unless he had to be. The only kit he was ever vaguely interested in was Alto, the biggest of the litter. He left to go join Watcher's group.
Jeep | @/Tesla-Stargrazer | Rogue | Fog's adopted dad. He is willing to protect him with his life and cares very much for him. Jeep saved him and above all treats him like a son better than Fog's own birth father has.
Purrkins | @ItsBedtimeNow | Rogue (Deceased)| Fog's adopted father. He still feels like Purrkins' death was partly his fault despite evidence saying otherwise.
Apple | @rustyace | Rogue | Fog's younger adopted brother. He is willing to protect the young cat with his life and cares for him as he did for Cirrus.
The Miniser | NPC | Fog had a crush on the young tom. He never got to confess to him before he left though.

                - R O L E P L A Y -

Example:
The small black and white apprentice crept through the undergrowth, trying not to make a sound. Her dappled ears listening intently for the sounds of prey. A few moments later, she heard a faint scuffle of prey a few tail-lengths away. Her eyes narrowed as they rested on the small brown body of a mouse. Swiftpaw cautiously stalked forward, trying to make sure that her paws wouldn't brush against anything on the forest floor. She crouched silently, waiting a moment, before pouncing. The mouse barely had time to turn around before the apprentice's claws sunk into its body. She quickly gave it a killing bite before purring softly. Her assessment was going well so far.

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