Fogsplash is a pretty, peace-loving tom with light yellow-green eyes. His fur is a little shaggy (inherited from his father, who he’s never known), and is white with ‘splashes’ of gray across his pelt, resulting in his name. He is neither long-limbed nor bony like his mother; he has an average stature and a pelt unmarred by any major scarring.
Long, quiet walks
Goofing around (dad jokes)
Become the shoulder for his Clan to cry on
Help raise the next generation of MoorClan
Losing anyone in his family, even Longstorm
Nobody would’ve been surprised if Fogsplash had opted to walk the path of a medicine cat instead of a warrior — but all things happen for a reason, and if he’d never been a warrior’s apprentice, he never would’ve met Cherrybloom. He’s the perfect model of a good dad, and would make a fantastic queen himself. He dotes on his mate and kits hand and foot, ignoring the elders crying that he’s spoiled them rotten. His childhood left him with essentially no parents, and he is overenthusiastic as a result.
He’s always been a bit of a goober, even joking about himself if it’ll get a grin out of someone. Cats who have never laughed or even cracked a smile at his jokes unnerve him, and he tends to avoid those cats by nature. He’s a chatterbox and a gossip, but he strives to never say negative things about anyone, unless they insult him or his mate. And StarClan help those who do, because he would be as protective as a momma bear.
Longstorm was a stoic, cold molly who’s interest in toms was limited to very brief burst in Newleaf. It was during one of these periods in time that she became heavy with kits. She was already skinny, and her delivery was full of complications (so much so that Snowberry might’ve described it as the hardest kitting in seasons). But, strong-willed as she was, she made it through the night, and her reward was two kits. She named them Fogkit and Palekit. Both were marked by their mother’s gray fur; the only hint leading them to their father were the white spots that marked them both. If their mother had a clue, she would never mention it.
In fact, she rarely said much to her children. Fogkit and Palekit were raised by other queens and elders, and shortly after they were weaned Longstorm returned to her warrior duties. At first, Fogkit was hurt by his disinterested mother and missing father; but he quickly grew to love the other queens in the nursery, and discovered that the whole Clan was his family. Palekit always seemed upset, and even though the two were close, Fogkit knew there was a darkness inside of her. She always seemed to be chasing attention and causing mischief, unable to see that those who loved her were right in front of her.
Tansypelt was a respected and elderly warrior, and at first Fogpaw was delighted to have him as a mentor. From the very beginning, though, the two of them had trouble connecting. His mentor was stiff and by-the-books, and refused to teach in any other way but the one he was taught with. He refused innovation, and wanted Fogpaw to be a mirror image of him. This would’ve been all well and good if Fogpaw learned in the same way as Tansypelt - but he didn’t and he was often in need of extra help. One evening, while complaining to his denmates about his old coot of a mentor, Cherrypaw volunteered to help him out.
And the rest, as they say, was history.
Fogpaw had never been dazzled by a cat before, but he truly had never met someone like her. She was the antithesis of what he’d known, from his childhood up until now. Unlike Longstorm or Tansypelt, she was kind and patient. Her scent was like a fresh breeze, and her pelt always looked perfect, even when she said she hadn’t groomed it. She was selfless, even offering him her leftover prey when he was hungry (he never accepted it, of course). The two of them became fast friends, and he learned to ignore the cajoles from his denmates. He was in love with her, and even if she never reciprocated his feelings, he’d be content as long as he was her number one best friend.
Tansypelt was too proud a warrior to ever congratulate Fogpaw, but the young tom had certainly earned his name by the end.
When Cherrybloom was hauled into camp, unconscious and nearly dead, Fogsplash knew it was his turn to help her out. He stuck around, even when she was unconscious, and only parted from her side to hunt or patrol. He barely ate in that period of him, and when she opened her eyes… call it instinct, but he knew his friend would never see again. She took her time to recover, and now it would be Fogsplash offering her his extra prey. He begged for her to get better, faster. Nightfeather’s death had been something of a wake up call, and he knew that at any moment, either of them could passed away. He gathered up every ounce of courage in his body and asked her to be his.
Well? Of course she said yes.
And thus began the happiest days of his life. He raised Sunpaw and Morningpaw like they were StarClan’s gift to the world; he didn’t want them to have any doubt that either of them loved them.
He didn't want anyone to feel like that ever again.
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