{TDE} Fognose | SkyClan

Name Breakdown

Fog | The name his parents gave him, for his grey and white fur

Paw | His apprentice rank

Nose | His skills at tracking

Parents

Father: Storm (dark grey tabby; green eyes) (deceased)

Mother: Misty (Silvery spotted; blue eyes) (unknown)

Siblings

Brother:

Claude (dark grey; blue eyes) (The Cause)

Sisters:

Snow (White; Green eyes) (deceased)

Rainfoot (Silver spotted tabby; blue-green eyes)(Riverclan)

Extended

Neices:

Skyler (Dappled calico; ivy-green eyes) (The Cause)

Snowpaw (Cinnamon tabby; ivy-green eyes) (RiverClan)

Appearance:

Fognose is a tom of average height and average build. This means he is neither tall nor short, stocky nor lean. He's just... average. To say that Fognose is not well-muscled is an understatement, because when it comes down to it, he is a clan cat, and clan cats are generally pretty muscular. He is not, however one of the more muscular cats in the clan. Fognose is fast, but not quite as fast as WindClan. He can swim, but not as well as RiverClan. He can jump pretty well, though the majority of SkyClan can probably jump better. Fognose is all in all, average in appearance. The warrior's coat is rather, well, pretty. He's a silver-grey tabby tom with white that stretches from between his eyes, goes over his muzzle, down his stomach and to his short, rabbit-like tail, consuming the tip of it. this white also claims his front legs and his forehead, as well as a patch on his back. Fognose's eyes are a pretty, blue-green in color. Two scars are apparent on his frame, both from the battle that formed the clans. First off, there's a small crescent scar on his nose. The second scar is one that goes across his back, thicker on his right side, and getting noticeably narrower on his left.

Personality:

Witty |Mischievous | Wimpy/submissive | Affectionate | Tracker/Focused | Skittish



{ Witty | Fognose is just as quick with his mind as he is with his paws. Banter of the verbal sort is his preferred type of teasing, and so long as no cat gets intimidating, he's pretty confident about it. He's smart- Fognose can most certainly think his way out of a situation as fast as he runs from it, and his clever notions are generally hard to argue with. Intelligence is most certainly not something this cat lacks. He's got the trait to spare, and it's not rare to see him joking around with one cat or another in a completely placid environment. He can come up with comebacks at the twitch of a tail, though he'll rarely use them in a viscous manner. His remarks can actually be said in tense environments, until a nasty look or such gives him reason to stop.}


{ Mischievous | When with his friends or not feeling the need to cower in terror for some reason or another, Fognose has a fondness for stirring up trouble. Nothing malicious or harmful, usually, and rarely without a cohort or two who have just that same intention, but this tom does find some enjoyment out of this. Startling prey when a cat is hunting, informing someone that eating leaves of a harmless plant will make them so much stronger, occasionally spreading little rumors such as "So and so doesn't groom the fur behind their neck" or "this cat has a crush on this one", or even sending a younger cat on an impossible task and make it seem necessary, like counting all the trees in the forest or finding the location of a purple strawberry bush. For some reason or another, Fognose finds this to be a habit of his.}


{ Wimpy/submissive | Mostly when posed with a threat or a menacing cat. If a cat looks scary or growls or even glares at him, Fognose is very likely to do whatever they wish or agree with them instantly. He's not all that opinionated, so this makes his position on issues with high polarization rather simple to go back and forth on, as he'll probably stand with the cat that most recently through him a menacing look. Because of his submissive personality, he's not the worlds grandest fighter and he is rather easy to manipulate. He will be the first to run from a fight if a cat looks too big or too threatening. As soon as the threat of a glare or strong cat passes though, he will bounce back to his normal self, and not necessarily stick with what they've asked him to do--right away, at least. }


{ Affectionate/Caring | Fognose truly cares for the other cats of the clan and their happiness and well-being. If a cat is sad, he will do his best to cheer them up, if a cat is hurt, he will help them as best as he can until they get to the medicine cat's den, and even they he may hover. He can be a bit overbearing with this, sometimes hovering and not leaving a cat alone until he knows they're okay (or somecat scares him off), even if they do not want him there or he is not needed. As for his affection, this can be seen in several ways. He's a very touchy cat, as in, he'll often press his side against the side of another, or lick their head, etc. }



{ Tracker/Observant | Through his apprenticeship in SkyClan, Fognose's thoughts were often directed towards his family. He wanted to find them, and as his nose was already sharp, the tom focused his mind on learning how to track. Because of this, it's rare for anything to escape his attention. Fognose knows how to pick up on the little things, and he does, in fact, do so. Usually it's about his environment- things about the ways the wind blows or the displacement of a patch of leaves- but he does notice things about cats as well. The way they shift paws when uncomfortable, the slightest twitch of a whisker or set of a mouth that could express displeasure. This observance is what makes him an exceptional tracker- he will notice small disturbances even when smells disappear.}


{ Skittish | Fognose is probably one of the most instinctively skittish cats ever. He startles easily- the sound of a branch creaking in the wind can cause him to jump out of his fur. If something screeches, or a bug flies past his face, he may very well duck behind the closest cat. These are only momentary things though, he will almost always carry on with his task after his momentary spook is over (granted, with slumped shoulders and lowered ears - he gets rather embarrassed about being so skittish). This trait is derivative of his submissive/wimpy one. His skittish behaviour is also, however, related to his observant one- being so observant is what makes him jumpy. }

Other



Trivia

Orientation: Unknown

Fears: cats bigger than him, menacing looks, sudden noises

Dreams of: finding his family

Likes: quiet, climbing trees,

Hates: getting into trouble

Theme(s): N/a

Favorites:

Season: Fall

Food: Rabbit

Colour: All of them

Back Story:

Born in a littler of three to Storm and Misty, Fog had a comfortable upbringing. His sisters and brother were his closest friends, and
everything seemed perfect for his life. Until the war that is. Fog had hidden in the bushes like his mother instructed – he always did as told- and watched nervously as his parents were cur down in front of him. Terror ensued in the toms head and he cowered in the bush, until, unexpectedly, he felt one of his sister's bodies get torn out of the bush. Needless to say, the skittish tom ran like hell away from the bush, blindly and with the only thought in his head being that he needed to get away.

Unfortunately, he’d decided to cut a direct path through the edge of the fighting, and a cat involved in the fighting grabbed hold of him.
Never being a fighter, Fog panicked. The cat marred his back, it’s long claws digging deep into his skin, and causing Fog to screech. He’d never felt such pain in his life! Briefly, the little cat attempted to fight back, costing the same claws to catch on his face and throw him across the way, knocking him momentarily unconscious and leaving him for dead.

Fog wasn’t dead, though. He woke up a few brief moments later, blood dripping down his back and did what he’d intended to do in the first place- run as far as he could. It seemed like forever to the tom, he ran until he tripped and couldn’t get back
up. It was only then that he let his mind wander.

His siblings, well, he didn’t know if they’d gotten taken up or if they had split like he. Rain and Cloud, since Snow had been taken. Was Snow alive? As much as he hoped so, Fog doubted it. He lay there until the bloodless got too great and he passed out.

The next thing the tom remembered, he was waking up in a den with several cats, a face looking over him.

From that moment on, Fog became a part of SkyClan.

Named Fogpaw and apprenticed to a gentle she-cat, he grew up well, new traits becoming apparent in his personality since the war. He was now more nervous, skittish, and very, very focused when it came to his tracking. Fogpaw wanted to find his family, see if Cloud and Rain were okay, and thus his already good tracking skills became much more honed. The bought of Greencough that struck the clan cats, did catch him, and the silver tom was sick for a moon or so, delaying his training. His apprenticeship wasn't that much longer than normal, though and he was dubbed Fognose at his warrior ceremony in his 15th moon.

The blizzard that struck the clans hit not that much longer after he'd received his name, and it was in this time that Fognose truly proved his worth to the clan. With the snow, prey was scarce, and those his senses, like everycats, were diminished by the snow, the warrior's sharp nose and pale fur enabled him to help track down prey so that the clan didn't starve.

Since then, not much happened to the tom.

Though his hunt for his family is long from over, Fognose has become much more placid about it. He’s come to accept that he might never find them, and focused on other things—though he will never give up on his family.

RP sample: From a roleplay between
=crazy-hat and I.

Sleep was safe. It was warm, welcoming. It called to the dark kit when the blue of the sky began to deepen, drawing him to
his spot amongst the pile of his family. It was comforting, protecting. It cradled him in it’s blanket of familiarity, providing blissful relief from the turbulence of the day. Sleep caused all his excitement to be blocked by a cushion of darkness, filled with the well-known scents of his parents and siblings. It was colorful, filled with swirls of oh so many different hues, some forming shapes, others just blobs and
blurs sifting together. Sleep was… peaceful. But the waking world was so much more exciting.



It was to this thought that enticed Smoke opened his still kit-blue eyes to the still-dark sky. Morning. Pre-dawn, the tattooless kit decided. And yet, he couldn’t convince himself to close his eyes and go back to his colorful dreams. Instead, the young tom pushed himself to his paws and cautiously detached himself from the small hollow that he had deemed his nest. Smoke’s large paws carried him quietly forward, until he paused just beside the entrance to the den. Should I go out into camp? He mused, a slight frown knitting his dark brows together. It’s still light-tribe camp, it’s safe, Right? Taking a swift look over his striped shoulder at the now-empty nest of his was all the kit needed to convince him. A few more steps of his white-toed dark paws, and the tom let out a small gasp as he always did when leaving the den.



It was always so… awesome, when he first escaped the entwined brambles to the world beyond. Smoke was not a claustrophobic kit, but in moments such as these, he almost felt like he was. The world gaped before him, a faint reddish tinge only just appearing on the horizon towards the east, the rest of the sky still a dark, navy blue in color. The world was just so pretty at moments like these! A few more paces, and the small tabby settled down, his dark chin tilting up to the sky where a few stars still lingered, not yet ready to give up their purchase on the nighttime sky despite the approaching day. A small, quiet rumble began to escape trough the kit’s throat. The world was just so perfect right now I wish it would stay this way forever!

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