Post by Blush on Apr 3, 2013 11:02:47 GMT -5
FOGSTEP
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top] 38 MOONS SHE-CAT SHADOWCLAN DEPUTY | [atrb=style, width: 296px; padding: 5px; background-color: e3e3e3; border-top: 4px solid #000000;] GENERAL INFORMATION NAME, Fogstep EXPLANATION, |
BRIEF DESCRIPTION, a hazy gray she-cat with long fur
FAMILY, Pebbleclaw, mother, deceased
Whitewhisker, father, deceased
Night---, sister, living
Mosspaw, brother, living
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PERSONALITY
Fogstep is phantasmagoric in all aspects. With her peculiar personality and hazy, gray appearance, encountering her is like seeing a ghost. But she is not a friendly ghost. No, do not make that mistake.
ELUSIVE Fogstep is elusive both physically and mentally. She is an agile and graceful cat and seems to move like wind through the air. ShadowClan in-and-out, she moves through the darkened marshes seamlessly, leaving no trace. She is adept at finding hiding spots and moving swiftly in the underbrush, so she can travel without being seen. She is mentally covert as well, and keeps her complexities seal silently in her mind, so it is difficult for any cat to completely work her out. Her behavior is always thought-out but rarely predictable, regardless of the circumstances, so she leaves people guessing. Her next move is always difficult to predict, making her the perfect military strategist.
SOFT-SPOKEN Her words are spoken with a soft tongue, although the message itself is rarely soft. She can speak the most threatening warnings in the airiest, most inconsequential voices. She words are like whispers, carrying little sound, and many struggle to hear her when she speaks.
SINISTER She is a deceptively benign sadist. Many cats mistake her as unthreatening because, unlike Tigerstar or Brokenstar, she does not concoct plots to enact evil. Instead, she simply relishes the evil already brewing in the forest. But just because she is no mastermind does not mean that she is not ominous. She can issues threats that make your blood run cold, and StarClan help you if she ever finds a reason to act against you. Her torture is cold, quiet, and silent, but nonetheless effective. You may not even realize that she is doing anything, as she slowly destroys your confidence or ruins your friendships. But her plans, like herself, are ghosts of reality. She will destroy your world, but not for long. Her sinister plots wear off quickly, leaving their victims feeling as if they just woke up from a horrible nightmare.
DETACHED Fogstep is not easily affected by things. Her emotions have been suppressed for so long that it is difficult to know whether she can actually feel normal emotions anymore. Perhaps, deep deep down, she can, but this is much your guess as it is hers. Even she doesn't know if she has the capacity to love and to feel. If she does, she doesn't use it, preferring to keep it locked away. It is easier for her if she simply doesn't let sadness or joy or love affect her. Her reactions to things are monotone, whether it is the making of a new warrior or the death of an elder. She refuses to let herself be moved by anything and she refuses to form a connection with anyone or anything, except, perhaps, the idea of ShadowClan.
ELUSIVE Fogstep is elusive both physically and mentally. She is an agile and graceful cat and seems to move like wind through the air. ShadowClan in-and-out, she moves through the darkened marshes seamlessly, leaving no trace. She is adept at finding hiding spots and moving swiftly in the underbrush, so she can travel without being seen. She is mentally covert as well, and keeps her complexities seal silently in her mind, so it is difficult for any cat to completely work her out. Her behavior is always thought-out but rarely predictable, regardless of the circumstances, so she leaves people guessing. Her next move is always difficult to predict, making her the perfect military strategist.
SOFT-SPOKEN Her words are spoken with a soft tongue, although the message itself is rarely soft. She can speak the most threatening warnings in the airiest, most inconsequential voices. She words are like whispers, carrying little sound, and many struggle to hear her when she speaks.
SINISTER She is a deceptively benign sadist. Many cats mistake her as unthreatening because, unlike Tigerstar or Brokenstar, she does not concoct plots to enact evil. Instead, she simply relishes the evil already brewing in the forest. But just because she is no mastermind does not mean that she is not ominous. She can issues threats that make your blood run cold, and StarClan help you if she ever finds a reason to act against you. Her torture is cold, quiet, and silent, but nonetheless effective. You may not even realize that she is doing anything, as she slowly destroys your confidence or ruins your friendships. But her plans, like herself, are ghosts of reality. She will destroy your world, but not for long. Her sinister plots wear off quickly, leaving their victims feeling as if they just woke up from a horrible nightmare.
DETACHED Fogstep is not easily affected by things. Her emotions have been suppressed for so long that it is difficult to know whether she can actually feel normal emotions anymore. Perhaps, deep deep down, she can, but this is much your guess as it is hers. Even she doesn't know if she has the capacity to love and to feel. If she does, she doesn't use it, preferring to keep it locked away. It is easier for her if she simply doesn't let sadness or joy or love affect her. Her reactions to things are monotone, whether it is the making of a new warrior or the death of an elder. She refuses to let herself be moved by anything and she refuses to form a connection with anyone or anything, except, perhaps, the idea of ShadowClan.
HISTORY
PRE-BIRTH Fogstep's parents, Pebbleclaw and Whitewhisker, were ShadowClan warriors with contrasting personalities. Pebbleclaw was a fierce, loudmouthed, and ambitious she-cat. Whitewhisker was sensitive and a practically a pacifist; in fact, he was Whitepaw, the medicine cat apprentice, when he first got to really know Pebbleclaw. Whitepaw loved healing and hated fighting, so he was completely caught off-guard when a group of rogues ambushed ShadowClan's camp. A large tom had pinned Whitepaw down inside the medicine den when Pebbleclaw, a newly-made warrior, came to the rescue. She saved Whitepaw's tail and sent the rogue attacker running for the border. This was the beginning of Whitepaw's passion for the little gray warrior.
As he treated her wounds after the battle, it was difficult to admit to himself that he was falling in love. It was strictly against the code. Medicine cats were devoted to healing and StarClan, not a mate. But he was falling in love. And his mentor noticed. Whitepaw was forced to make a choice: love or healing. Pebbleclaw didn't know about his feelings and she didn't act like she felt anything romantic for him, but Whitepaw took the gamble. He gave up medicine cat training and became a warrior's apprentice. During the moons that he trained as a warrior, he spent his energy attempting to impress and woo Pebbleclaw. Apparently, it worked, because soon after Whitepaw earned his warrior name, Pebbleclaw announced that she was expecting kits.
BIRTH It was a poorly planned pregnancy. The kits were born in early leafbare, not long after oranges of the leaves had faded to dead brown. The crispy, dead foliage had not even had the chance to be buried by the first snowfall when Pebbleclaw went into labor, but it was still bone-chilling cold. It was night-time, and a dense, heavy fog clung low to the ground. What a murky night to bear kits.
Pebbleclaw labored until she was exhausted and finally gave birth to two healthy she-kits. Pebbleclaw was not a particularly creative she-cat, so she looked around at the foggy night and named the lighter kit Fogkit and the darker kit Nightkit.
The two little girls were close to their parents, but they were especially daddy's girls. Whitewhisker doted on them and though Pebbleclaw was not soft or open, they formed an attachment to their lifegiver. And, since it was such a small litter, the siblings were close. They loved to play-fight and they were fascinated with history, so they would harass the elders for stories of the past. Fogkit particularly adored Dawnstar, the great female leader of ShadowClan's past. Fogkit wanted to be just like her when she grew up.
APPRENTICE Fogpaw was apprenticed at six moons to a warrior named Mallowstrike. She and Nightpaw loved being apprentices. They got to practice hunting and fighting, and Fogpaw was convinced that she would one day become just as great as Dawnstar. The only downside to the training was that now, instead of getting to hear the elder tales for free, she had to pick ticks out of their pelts in exchange for stories. Altogether, Fogpaw was a normal, healthy, and happy apprentice, although she was always more serious than her sister.
One night, Fogpaw decided to adventure outside of the border and came across a rogue tom named Alec. He was older than her and more experienced in the world, but the two of them hit it off. They agreed to start meeting regularly outside of ShadowClan territory.
Fogpaw slowly found herself falling in love with the rogue tom and he appeared to return the feelings. However, he wanted to convince her to leave ShadowClan and join him living in the streets of the Twolegplace. Although she always brushed off these suggestions, he was persistent.
Finally, several moons later, after Fogpaw was nearly finished her training, Alec gave her an ultimatum. If she wouldn't leave the clan for him, then he would leave her. Although she loved him, she wasn't willing to sacrifice her family. Alec left and never returned to their meeting spot, although to this day Fogstep often returns there to relive the past. That day was the beginning of her transformation into the ghostly half-life she is now. For this reason, when Raggedstar decided that she was good enough to become a warrior, he gave her the name Fogstep, to mirror her elusiveness and ghostly presence.
WARRIOR Fogstep was a young warrior when Brokenstar took over but it was apparent that things were quickly going to change. Cats in ShadowClan were starving, and Brokenstar seemed much more aggressive about fixing it. Fogstep got along well with the new leader. Although his ruthless ways seemed extreme to her, she couldn't deny that focusing on battle and hunting rights was a good diversion for her mind. She offered to help Brokenstar out in any way she could and was one of the first warriors to volunteer to attack ThunderClan camp after Bluestar refused ShadowClan the right to hunt on their territory, and she also fought in the battle against WindClan and ThunderClan that started the war.
She mentored exactly one apprentice. She hated the experience and she was sure the apprentice did not enjoy it. She was glad when the thing received its warrior name so she could once again be in peace. She has vowed that she will never have another apprentice.
When ShadowClan launched an attack on WindClan's camp, Pebbleclaw was chosen to fight and Whitewhisker naturally insisted on going with her. He wasn't the sharpest fighter, however, and was pretty beaten up by the end of the fight. He had severe wounds that the medicine cat tried to heal for several days after the fight, but it was too much. Whitewhisker, Fogstep's beloved father, died. It was almost too much for her.
To make things worse, just days after Whitewhisker's death, Pebbleclaw discovered that she was expecting his kits. Fogstep convinced herself to reach out for a better relationship with her mother, now that her father was gone, but the pregnancy didn't go well, no matter how much Fogstep tried to help her mother. There were complications during labor that killed Pebbleclaw and three of her four kits. Only a young tom remained, and Fogstep and her sister decided to name him Mosskit. But even a little brother could not ease the pain of being orphaned. Fogstep had tried to reach out to her mother and had ended up with grief. Relationships, she decided, were worthless.
The war now does not bother her much. She will hunt wherever she is allowed to and doesn't care whether that is RiverClan or ShadowClan territory. Politics means little to her. She will fight fiercely to defend her clan when it is required and she doesn't question why or who she is fighting. All she needs to know is that you are labeled enemy and she will happily tear you to shreds. Brokenstar, she has realized, was right. It is far easier to destroy than to open yourself up to being destroyed.
DEPUTYSHIP When Blackfoot was killed in one of the many recent battles, Fogstep was shocked when Brokenstar chose her as deputy. Who knows why he decided it should be her? Maybe he cherished the elusive attack strategies she formulated. Maybe he thought she embodied the evasive and cunning nature of ShadowClan. Maybe he thought her detachment from politics would make her easily manipulated. Probably that last one...
Although she has some power now, she is not ambitious and not at all interested in politics. She serves merely as Brokenstar's right-hand man and sits back and happily watches him wreak havoc.
As he treated her wounds after the battle, it was difficult to admit to himself that he was falling in love. It was strictly against the code. Medicine cats were devoted to healing and StarClan, not a mate. But he was falling in love. And his mentor noticed. Whitepaw was forced to make a choice: love or healing. Pebbleclaw didn't know about his feelings and she didn't act like she felt anything romantic for him, but Whitepaw took the gamble. He gave up medicine cat training and became a warrior's apprentice. During the moons that he trained as a warrior, he spent his energy attempting to impress and woo Pebbleclaw. Apparently, it worked, because soon after Whitepaw earned his warrior name, Pebbleclaw announced that she was expecting kits.
BIRTH It was a poorly planned pregnancy. The kits were born in early leafbare, not long after oranges of the leaves had faded to dead brown. The crispy, dead foliage had not even had the chance to be buried by the first snowfall when Pebbleclaw went into labor, but it was still bone-chilling cold. It was night-time, and a dense, heavy fog clung low to the ground. What a murky night to bear kits.
Pebbleclaw labored until she was exhausted and finally gave birth to two healthy she-kits. Pebbleclaw was not a particularly creative she-cat, so she looked around at the foggy night and named the lighter kit Fogkit and the darker kit Nightkit.
The two little girls were close to their parents, but they were especially daddy's girls. Whitewhisker doted on them and though Pebbleclaw was not soft or open, they formed an attachment to their lifegiver. And, since it was such a small litter, the siblings were close. They loved to play-fight and they were fascinated with history, so they would harass the elders for stories of the past. Fogkit particularly adored Dawnstar, the great female leader of ShadowClan's past. Fogkit wanted to be just like her when she grew up.
APPRENTICE Fogpaw was apprenticed at six moons to a warrior named Mallowstrike. She and Nightpaw loved being apprentices. They got to practice hunting and fighting, and Fogpaw was convinced that she would one day become just as great as Dawnstar. The only downside to the training was that now, instead of getting to hear the elder tales for free, she had to pick ticks out of their pelts in exchange for stories. Altogether, Fogpaw was a normal, healthy, and happy apprentice, although she was always more serious than her sister.
One night, Fogpaw decided to adventure outside of the border and came across a rogue tom named Alec. He was older than her and more experienced in the world, but the two of them hit it off. They agreed to start meeting regularly outside of ShadowClan territory.
Fogpaw slowly found herself falling in love with the rogue tom and he appeared to return the feelings. However, he wanted to convince her to leave ShadowClan and join him living in the streets of the Twolegplace. Although she always brushed off these suggestions, he was persistent.
Finally, several moons later, after Fogpaw was nearly finished her training, Alec gave her an ultimatum. If she wouldn't leave the clan for him, then he would leave her. Although she loved him, she wasn't willing to sacrifice her family. Alec left and never returned to their meeting spot, although to this day Fogstep often returns there to relive the past. That day was the beginning of her transformation into the ghostly half-life she is now. For this reason, when Raggedstar decided that she was good enough to become a warrior, he gave her the name Fogstep, to mirror her elusiveness and ghostly presence.
WARRIOR Fogstep was a young warrior when Brokenstar took over but it was apparent that things were quickly going to change. Cats in ShadowClan were starving, and Brokenstar seemed much more aggressive about fixing it. Fogstep got along well with the new leader. Although his ruthless ways seemed extreme to her, she couldn't deny that focusing on battle and hunting rights was a good diversion for her mind. She offered to help Brokenstar out in any way she could and was one of the first warriors to volunteer to attack ThunderClan camp after Bluestar refused ShadowClan the right to hunt on their territory, and she also fought in the battle against WindClan and ThunderClan that started the war.
She mentored exactly one apprentice. She hated the experience and she was sure the apprentice did not enjoy it. She was glad when the thing received its warrior name so she could once again be in peace. She has vowed that she will never have another apprentice.
When ShadowClan launched an attack on WindClan's camp, Pebbleclaw was chosen to fight and Whitewhisker naturally insisted on going with her. He wasn't the sharpest fighter, however, and was pretty beaten up by the end of the fight. He had severe wounds that the medicine cat tried to heal for several days after the fight, but it was too much. Whitewhisker, Fogstep's beloved father, died. It was almost too much for her.
To make things worse, just days after Whitewhisker's death, Pebbleclaw discovered that she was expecting his kits. Fogstep convinced herself to reach out for a better relationship with her mother, now that her father was gone, but the pregnancy didn't go well, no matter how much Fogstep tried to help her mother. There were complications during labor that killed Pebbleclaw and three of her four kits. Only a young tom remained, and Fogstep and her sister decided to name him Mosskit. But even a little brother could not ease the pain of being orphaned. Fogstep had tried to reach out to her mother and had ended up with grief. Relationships, she decided, were worthless.
The war now does not bother her much. She will hunt wherever she is allowed to and doesn't care whether that is RiverClan or ShadowClan territory. Politics means little to her. She will fight fiercely to defend her clan when it is required and she doesn't question why or who she is fighting. All she needs to know is that you are labeled enemy and she will happily tear you to shreds. Brokenstar, she has realized, was right. It is far easier to destroy than to open yourself up to being destroyed.
DEPUTYSHIP When Blackfoot was killed in one of the many recent battles, Fogstep was shocked when Brokenstar chose her as deputy. Who knows why he decided it should be her? Maybe he cherished the elusive attack strategies she formulated. Maybe he thought she embodied the evasive and cunning nature of ShadowClan. Maybe he thought her detachment from politics would make her easily manipulated. Probably that last one...
Although she has some power now, she is not ambitious and not at all interested in politics. She serves merely as Brokenstar's right-hand man and sits back and happily watches him wreak havoc.
OTHER INFORMATON
I'm leaving her sister Night's warrior name open, so that whoever adopts her can decide what to name her based on her personality.
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