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  • OOC | The first three BlizzardClanners to hit 15 posts without double-posting will qualify for the Adventurer title!

    It was the dusk of spring, the dawn of summer, and the sun's time was growing longer day by day. Yet on this morning, the air felt heavy and the BlizzardClanners soon found that it was impossible to see much more than five feet ahead of them in the repressive fog. Perhaps the fog would clear out over the course of the day, the days, or the week - or perhaps it would linger. Regardless, life simply couldn't halt on the account of a weather inconvenience.

    Sweetophelia strolled out of her family hut, her pale lilac eyes narrowing as she looked over at the grey campgrounds. "Is it dawn?" she wondered aloud, quietly to herself. The sun was nowhere to be found, but like clockwork she always arisen around sunrise. Why would today be any different.

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  • // so tired fml
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    Jerseyboy hadn't seen fog this thick in a long while. It reminded him of the docks and harbors near his old home. He stepped out of his hut, not expecting this kind of weather at all. "Uh--" When the Paladin Trainee took a step forward, he stumbled off of the porch of his hut. He didn't see the steps, and the misty air around him was only confusing him even more. Did someone else burn down their place? Jerseyboy thought, but only in a joking manner. He would've smelled smoke if that was the case.


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  • Well, Pierce defintely hadn't expected this when he awoke this morning. As his home was mostly open, save for the side where there was a stone wall and where he had yellow curtains hanging, the fog had drifted into his art studio, engulfing him and everything inside. The small fox had awoken slightly earlier than usual and with quite a start as water from the fog had clung to his fur, trickling down to chill his skin beneath. He had squinted in a feeble attempt to see through the thick fog, though he could only see a few feet in front of him. And, although he had been tempted to remain in the safety of his home and wait until it cleared, he had duties as vice-leader, and what would he do if it took more than a day to clear out?

    So, he had set out, heading to camp. Who knew? Maybe the fog would be thinner there. After a good ten minutes of stumbling through it, however, and practically falling into Blizzardclan's camp, he realized it was just as damp here as it was back at his studio. Oh dear, this would not be fun.

    The faint shape of Jerseyboy encouraged Pierce to move forward, though he didn't recognize the Paladin Trainee as Jers until they were practically face to face - the moisture in the air had really screwed with his sense of smell, too. "Jerseyboy? You're seeing what I'm seeing, right?" While Pierce had had hallucinations in the past, he had been mentally unstable at the time and hoped he wasn't imagining all of this - either it was a dream, or it was real. He hoped so, at least.

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  • Ice Demon — Yuki-Onna — Blizzardclan Paladin — she/her
    Oh, well ain't this peachy. Weather like this isn't something Yuki-Onna wasn't very fond of and just plain disliked it. Fog this dense had bad written all over it. It had literally fogged up her entire hut and she can't even see where the entrance was. It took a while but she went out and she couldn't see anything in front of her.

    Her narrowed eyes scanned the area, attempting to see any shadowy-forms wondering about. She took a few uncertain steps forward, her paw tripping over something and making her tumble forward. She only rolled once and stops, sighing heavily then looks up to see someone standing a little ways. Getting up the feline makes he way forward and makes another sigh, in relief this time, seeing that Sweets was also hanging around in the fog.

    "I swear, it wasn't me." Yuki-Onna tells her alomst jokingly, joining next to her friend's side. It was probably best not to travel alone at this point. She didn't know if the fog was only on this island or maybe hanging around with the other ones. It was a shame that she couldn't fly to find out.

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    'cause i'm happy to wait

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    Jacob woke up in the medic hut and immediately let out a blood curdling screech. He'd never seen fog before and the closest thing he could associate it to was the heavy smoke from the fire just days ago. Panic surged in him and he would struggle to get himself out of the cot, pain shooting through his entire body as he tried to kick off the blanket and get on the ground. "Fire, fire, fire!" The word was a sob as he'd tumble to the ground from his cot, letting out a yelp of pain as he'd try to scramble towards the nearest exit. His burnt leg moved rather odd and that was now more apparent than when he had someone helping him. It moved but at a slower rate, causing it to nearly drag behind him.


  • She was tired, per usual, but more upbeat than the rest of her bleary days. Why, might you ask? Was it because spring was ending its full bloom, and that summer was growing over it, to take it's place? Or, perhaps, was it because the female was getting better? Gradually, but almost there. She was still sickly - still feverish with a thunder in her head, but inside, far past her conscious barrier, she was happy. Happy that she was alive and breathing, and happy that she had the privilege to experience the birth and nurture of the new season.

    However, as she nosed her way out of her little hut, the sky she recognized as blue in the morning was no where to be seen. Where were the sparrows and robins and gales letting their music warble out of their throats at dawn? The setting of her home seemed to be masked with glue, painted over like a forgotten picture and set ablaze by minds of the creators. Deep and emotional thoughts could be easily grasped from his groggy morning,of which she would hope to clear as the day rode on. Although, Vang couldn't help to inquire about the sky's foggy attire as well, briefly tossing her head towards those who she found was awake for answers. "Pray tell, what happened to the ceiling?" She asked, her words retaining their original humor. Momentarily, her attention was shaken from the sky towards Jacob, of whom had rushed out with a burnt leg and in tears. "No fire, Jacob! No fire, I assure you." She would have smelt smoke if there was, wouldn't she?
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    Vaughn almost thought at first that he'd forgotten to put his glasses on when he stepped out the door due to how cloud everything looked right in front of him, but that appeared to not be the case as he felt them on his face when he reached up to touch them. It was fog. Wonderful. Something that would make the already clumsy tom a million times worse on his feet. He took careful steps, not wanting to slip and look silly in front of his new clanmates. "I think it's just crappy weather." he would muse, finally sitting himself down. Not wanting to venture much further. "Do we have anything like... flashlights? It's gonna be really hard walking around like this if it stays all day." and if that was what they planned to do, he'd just go back to bed.

  • Crappy weather? But there wasn't rain for a few weeks straight. "Weather, or perhaps something crazy. I heard foggy weather meant ghosts." She said, more to freak her out in her laughy-daphy way than by being serious. It was true that she had heard about the relation between fog and ghosts, but mostly in storybooks and campfire tales. "I don't think we have flashlights on hand, but maybe we could make a fire in the middle of camp to like, eh, give some light?" Maybe a whole bunch of fires, just to clear away some of the darkness that shrouded BlizzardClan and its surroundings. But, wait, that would probably set the camp ablaze if someone were to knock over a burning piece of wood. That would be enough light.
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    Jerseyboy nodded along with Pierce, taking a step back. "It's like th' fog that rolls into the docks..." He murmured, looking around. Huh, as if they'd know what he was talking about. He was mostly talking to himself, though. "It's notta' big deal, we just gotta watch where we're goin'." Jerseyboy shrugged. It wouldn't stay like this forever... right?


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  • do you want to go first

    'cause i'm happy to wait

    2/15

    The boy did not seem entirely convinced when he heard Vang assure him there was no fire. How could she be sure there was no fire? Where was all this smoke coming from? Still, the bespectacled canine would try to make his way through the fog, his ears pinned back on his head in pain as he tried to drag along his bad leg. "But smoke!" He would argue, very confused. Then, moments later he heard Vang mention making a fire and once again seemed to quickly grow horrified by the idea. "No! No fire!" He would cry frantically, tears rolling down his face once again, his azure eyes open wide in fear at the thought of it. He wasn't quite sure why no one else seemed alarm but it was rather troubling. Why did they all want to start a fire? Didn't they know how bad fire was?

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    A fire. He could do that. He's had to make a bonefire in the past. "Smart thinking." there was a smile evident in his tone, hidden visibly by the fog. "Anyone want to help me collect some twigs and firewood?" he'd ask, not wanting go out in this fog alone. He was much too clumsy for that. When he heard Jacob he'd frown and turn his head in the child's direction. "It's not smoke. It's fog. It won't hurt you." he'd reassure.

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    There they went again! Talking about fire! He wasn't sure what 'firewood' was but it had the word fire in it so he assumed it must be bad. After the mention of that awful substance again even after he'd argued they shouldn't go about it, the little boy would burst into tears. He didn't want another fire. He didn't want to smell smoke. He didn't want to see the flames that had consumed his leg and fur and body and twisted his face, all hidden beneath the bandages he now wore. "No, no make fire!" He would cry. When he was assured once again that this substance was not smoke, he would seem to relax slightly but was still clearly upset about them all talking about building a fire.

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    Of course, Vaughn was new to the clan so he had no idea what had this poor child so terrified of fire. If he knew, he'd probably stop all together. But otherwise, he believed fire was important. It cooked food, it kept people warm. But now he sat there puzzled and feeling awkward. He really wasn't a fan of kids. He knew he didn't want any of his own, that was for sure, but Jacob was a clanmate and he seemed nice. "... Do you like marshmallows?" he'd decide to ask him, hoping a change of topic would help. Besides, people liked roasting them over fires, right? He knew he did.

  • do you want to go first

    'cause i'm happy to wait

    4/15

    Jacob wasn't too familiar with Vaughn. He'd been there when he first arrived in Blizzardclan but that was about it. Thankfully, though, he seemed to have caught the child's attention by what seemed like an odd statement to Jacob. At least, odd enough to confuse him for a moment and reduce his sobs to sniffles. "Wha-what?" The little boy would ask, his voice shivering as he spoke. "What... 'maw-marshma-marshmaw-marshmallows?" He would ask, seeming to struggle with the pronunciation for a moment before he was able to repeat it as the tom had said it. He had never heard of such a thing and his confusion now seemed to lessen his initial panic.

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    Wait. How the hell did he not know what marshmallows--? oh. Right. They were animals. Man was that weird to adjust to. "They're uh... food. They're small and taste really sweet. And you can make a sandwich out of them with other sweets." s'mores. But he figured Jacob would not know what that was. Would he even know what a sandwich was? Probably not but oh well. He was not very good at describing this kind of stuff.

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    The sounds of more voices began filling camp, and Pierce exhaled in relief when Jersey nodded to his words. Oh, good, it was good he wasn't making this up. What had caused such freak weather, though? Everything had seemed normal - all the prey animals were behaving as usual, the clouds had seemed fine, and all that, but at least it was just fog and not a tornado or a hurricane, or something. A hurricane could be bad; the vision of Blizzardclan's islands being forced into the ground by high winds caused him to shudder, though he sort of doubted there would be any hurricanes anytime soon, judging by where they lived. Then again, his fog had come out of nowhere, so maybe a storm was next.

    "Yeah," he agreed, wondering what fog on docks looked like. Maybe if he found a picture (if this ever cleared up), he could try painting it. Docks with fog around them soundd pretty. Jacob's shrill shouts and cries caught his attention almost immediately, and Pierce turned on his heel, offering Jerseyboy a tiny nod that may or may not be visible through the dense fog. With his eyes fixed on the ground ahead of him - what he could see of it, at least -, the vice-leader made his way over to Vaughn, Vang, and Jacob. The tears streaking down the small husky's cheeks caused a small pang of sorrow to ignite in Pierce's chest, though when he began calming down, the fox smiled. "Marshmellows are really yummy," he agreed with Vaughn, nodding. "They're like candy!" The idea of a fire did sound good - maybe it could clear out some of this vapor, or at least help them see better. "You'll like them," he then added, recalling how much Jacob had liked Sweetophelia's chocolates - and how kids liked sugary foods in general.

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    "They taste even better when they're cooked." He would add after Pierce, feeling a bit peckish as they continued to discuss the snack. Since fire seemed to be out of the question, perhaps looking for flashlights and marshmallows was a better alternative. "I'm gonna go look around to see if anyone has flashlights or any snacks. We could all hang out together and wait out the fog." Vaughn would suggest, going to stand up. Wondering if anyone wanted to come join him.

  • do you want to go first

    'cause i'm happy to wait

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    The tiny dog's breathing would begin to slow when both Pierce and Vaughn would explain marshmallows to him. He didn't really know what 'sandwiches' were but he did know what 'sweets' were and those were always very nice. Then, when Pierce would explain them as 'candy', he seemed even happier. He remembered when Ria and Sweetophelia had given him various kinds of candy and he had always liked it so he supposed he would probably like these 'marshmallows' too. "Oh... sound yummy. We have marshmallows?" He would ask hesitantly. Now that he knew the fog wasn't smoke and that the conversation had shifted from the fire to whatever this candy was, he seemed to be significantly more calm. Then, when Vaugn would go on to speak about finding snacks and flashlights, the boy would just give a light nod in agreement. Snacks sounded good. He didn't know what flashlights were but they sounded fun.

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    Oh, so a bonfire was happening now? Interesting. Jerseyboy probably would've stayed inside had that not been suggested. He frowned when Jacob started freaking out about the thought of it. He should've smacked these guys for being insensitive, but then again, Jacob had to get over this fear. It would ruin him for the rest of his life. "Hm, I'll be back." The tom muttered before turning around and heading towards his hut to fetch something.


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  • do you want to go first

    'cause i'm happy to wait

    6/15

    Jacob's attention would suddenly be captured by Jersey's voice, fear bubbling in him again. Why was Jersey leaving? What did he have to get? Was something wrong? Anxious about the whole situation, the pup would stand on wobbly legs and try to follow Jersey as quickly as possible. However, he quickly realized that with the dense fog and how slowly he was moving he'd never be able to catch up in time. "Be safe! No see!" He would call to Jersey, hoping that his best friend wouldn't run into any walls. He knew from personal experience that it wasn't particularly fun to do such a thing and he wouldn't want Jersey to get hurt.