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 Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 4:17 pm
Maybe we were together in another life
Maybe we are together in a parallel universe
Maybe our paths are not supposed to cross twice
Maybe your arms are not supposed to go around me
My name is Fogstep, and welcome to my world.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 4:18 pm
Navigational Chart
I My Name is Fogstep, and Welcome to My World
II Navigational Chart
III All About Fogstep
IV Fogstep's Adventures
V Fogstep's World
VI Fogstep's Story
VII Arrival
VIII--XV Reserved
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 4:20 pm
 General Information:
Name: Fogstep
Aliases: Foggy
Gender: Male
Quote: "Curiosity killed the cat." "People always forget the rest of the saying. 'And satisfaction brought it back.'" --Fesgao and Alianne of Pirate's Swoop, Trickster's Choice by Tamora Pierce
Likes: running, misty mornings, open moorlands, rabbit
Dislikes: being called nosy, Geyser (most of his dreams--and by dreams, I mean nightmares--begin with Geyser dancing in a shower of gold and waking up with a new name in a new place)
About: Fogstep is very, very curious. He's sweet, but will become fierce instantly when someone he loves is threatened. He has strange dreams in which he is a variety of species--usually a cat. He is honorable and strong, fast and loyal; the only smirch on his honor is his religion: his allegiances lie to his warrior ancestors rather than Kuon Yin (whom he still respects).
Relationships:
Parents: Silverears x Cloudclaw
Siblings: Mistpaw (deceased)
Mate: Aine
Offspring: Cathair
Friends: All other housemates, Starpelt
OOC Information:
Status: Taken
Posts in: orange
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 4:21 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 4:22 pm
Fogstep's World
Relations
Aine—Aine is everything to me: she’s my love, my life, all that I need and want…
Cathair--Our son! He is beautiful--and I still say that that's do to Aine's beauty. Aine insisted that she come up with the names, though, and I picked Cathair: means "warrior" and becomes "cat hair" if you pull it apart.
Yoake—My adopted son, whom I have brought up to respect some of the most important aspects of the warrior code. He makes a fine fighter and I am immensely proud of him!
Friends
Starpelt--A medicine cat, and a fellow believer of StarClan! I think I've met her before in another life--though she may have been an enemy then. Oh well. She's a good friend of mine now.
Enemies
Acquaintances
Housemates
Geyser—I’ve known Geyser longer than anyone in the shop, and, well…I can tell she really loves me, but I have a lot of nightmares about her. She really cares for us, but, well…
Kyna—She’s rather nice; I’ve heard a lot of bad things about AIs, but she’s kind, intelligent, and polite. I like her.
Pwnage—A student of mine in the ways of unarmed combat. I am glad to say that she has opened up and accepted her odd appearance. She says that she plans to mentor Cathair!
Montana—Montana seems a little messed up—and so would I be, if I was experimented on! She isn’t too bad, though her arguments with Pi give me a headache and she seems to have a high threshold for pain that makes my stomach roll.
Pi—Pi’s just cracked. She puts up a tough act, but a clan must be strong, and if one member is injured in any way, the rest must help them. And that’s what Pi needs: help, and friends.
Vestia—She’s a good friend to Yoake, and she seems marginally calmer than her mother.
George--George...Hm...he's some sort of doctor, not a proper medicine cat. I'd still prefer to go to Starpelt for help.
Ahiga--George's son, a rambunctious fox who has finally grown up. A very energetic fellow.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 4:23 pm
My name is Fogstep, and this is my story.
In my dreams though, my name could be anything. Fogstar. Fogfeather. Fogmist. Fogfrost. Fogpaw, Fogflight, Fogstorm, Fogheart, I've been it all at some point in my many lives. No cat under StarClan has ever lived so often as I have.
Excuse me. Somewhere deep in my soul, I feel like a cat still...
Anyway, though...
In most of my lives, I was born in a nursery surrounded by other cats. My mother, Silverears...she was kind and beautiful. And my sister, Mistpaw...she didn't live as long as I did. Died the night before we would have both become warriors. And my father, Cloudclaw, the strong cat who gave us our curiosity...
But that's not my life anymore. I'm a fox now...and my parents and Mistpaw didn't live the same way we did before.
My parents lived alone with us far out in the moorlands and taught us the Warrior Code. Another she-ca--er, fox, Grassfur, lived nearby with her kits. Mistpaw and I--I was Fogpaw at the time--learned to fight from Grassfur, and Grassfur's kits, Brushpaw and Smallpaw, learned from our parents. The four of us were deep friends. Alas...the good times were not to stay. One evening, when Silverears had fallen sick and we apprentices had returned to our respective parents's dens, Grassfur and her kits disappeared. We never saw them again.
My heart aches at the memory...the smell of some creature my parents could not identify...and most of all, the memory of Brushpaw. I loved her. I would have dreams in which we ran together, mates forever. Maybe we even had kits in those dreams, striped, black tails, bright fur racing across the boundless moorlands...
But that was not meant to be, as I have shown. And the longer we stayed, the more danger we got into. Mistpaw went out to get herbs for Silverears while Cloudclaw was out hunting...I was defending the den and moping about Brushpaw. I heard a ghastly caterwaul and ran towards it. But by the time we got there, it was too late. My mother, Silvears, was gone, and my constant companion, my best friend, and sister, my leader and inspiration Mistpaw was gone too.
We don't know where they went, but there is no doubt in my mind from the blood on the ground that they are both dead, never more to hunt hares or wander the moorlands. Gone with my beautiful Brushpaw.
Cloudclaw went out looking for them, but to no avail. He disappeared, too. Whatever got my friends, mentor, mother, and sister got him too. I had to leave. If I didn't, I would surely die. I ran throughout the day, knowing that the predators would get me at night. I could hardly sleep. After weeks of such living, if it can be called that, I came to the town where the Lucky Noodle Shop is.
I hadn't slept well, hadn't eaten at all. There was no time to hunt, and I didn't want the predator to be attracted by the blood and smell of food. I collapsed on the road and would have been killed by a monst--I mean, a car, if Geyser hadn't found me. I knew her instinctively. I knew her smell, knew what she looked like. She took me in, nursed me back to health before she even finished building the House of Mist.
So here I am. I have a wonderful mate, and she has helped me more than get over the ache of Brushpaw. I think if I saw Brushpaw again...I would not love her ever as much as I love Aine. She is my true soulmate in this life and perhaps even further--at least in my new dreams as a dragon.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 4:25 pm
Arrival
"Well...what do you think?"
I looked around the room, with its fiberglass sharks representing, no doubt, the catches Geyser had made in the past. Though somehow I don't think she ever got her hands on a tiger shark that was colored like an actual tiger. Interspersed between such strange prizes were various weapons: boathooks, pikes, cutlasses, and suchlike. A wide, soft couch in the middle of the floor was perhaps the only significant piece of furniture besides a coffee table; the couch was wide enough for Geyser to sprawl over it, about as big as her wingspan.
I looked at Geyser. I hadn't met her for a long time except in dreams. That's what happens when you're continually reincarnated at the will of some strange Twoleg. "It's okay," I replied, looking into her scarlet eyes.
She flashed a grin. "Thanks!" she said happily. "Welcome, then, to the House of Mist!"
"The House of Mist," I repeated. "Now you're just kissing up to me."
She sighed. "Mist rises above hot springs--well, steam, but they're practically the same thing. So...it's flattering to both of us."
"I...see," I replied flatly. "So...where's my...'room'?"
"Lemme show you."
I didn't have much--that is, any--luggage, so there was no need to drag anything with me to the room. It was spacious, with a large, elaborately carved wardrobe in the corner, carved all over with sea jellies. I noticed a door to the outside in the empty room; the door led to a small outdoor area...ringed with gorse. "Is that...?" I asked eagerly.
"Indeed it is, my favorite rabbit-brain!" Geyser grinned, ruffling my fur. "WindClanners don't like a roof over their head when they sleep. I specifically designed it for you."
I grinned at her, and flapped a hand in embarrassment. She understood and left.
"Well," I said aloud, "I'm home!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 4:26 pm
"Destiny Rules" by Fleetwood Mac
Foggy's many lives have meant many loves...which gets him to thinking..."Have I met Aine before?" It is, in a way, a song to all of the wonderful femmes he's ever fallen in love with.
Maybe we were together in another life
Maybe we are together in a parallel universe
Maybe our paths are not supposed to cross twice
Maybe your arms are not supposed to go around me
I hear about you now and then
I wonder where you are and how you feel
Sometimes I walk by and I look up to your balcony
Just to make sure that you were real
Just to make sure that I can still feel you
When I see you again,
As I always do
It appears to me that
Destiny rules
And the spirits are ruthless with the paths they choose
It's not being together,
It's just following the rules
No one's a fool...
Six weeks in a foreign country, how the time flew
I didn't speak the language, but somehow I knew
That that would be the only time that we could be alone and foolish
We said we'd never come home
When I see you again,
As I always do
It appears to me that
Destiny rules
And the spirits are ruthless with the paths they choose
It's not being together,
It's just following the rules
No one's a fool...
I like the coastal cities, I like the lights
I like the way the city blends into the ocean at night
It's like living on a working river; the coastline is glittering
Like a diamond snake in a black sky
When I see you again,
As I always do
It appears to me that
Destiny rules
And the spirits are ruthless with the paths they choose
It's not being together,
It's just following the rules
No one's a fool...
Just following the rules... no one's a fool
Just following the rules... no one's a fool
Just following the rules... no one's a fool
No one's a fool...
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 4:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 4:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 4:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 4:31 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 4:32 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 4:33 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 4:35 pm
Breedings
Aine: Cathair (m)
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