ALL YOU HAVE TO DO — WEATHER EVENT [TITLE PRIZE]

// 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.

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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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.

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?

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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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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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.