Misty Mountain is opposite of Rainbow Cliff. Mists hover year-round at this high altitude, mistaken by some to be thin clouds. Thin layers of snow cover the mountain, making some areas slippery and hazardous.

Some think it romantic, a place to bring their mates, while others come to play and romp. However, all must agree that there is some level of mystery and spookiness hovering about with the mists...

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Posted on February 3, 2013 at 12:50:19 PM by Sierra

Sierra liked Zev, and they had arranged to join a pack together but the girl had other thoughts when she left. She had only just met him and she had only just reached Blossom Forest. She wished to acquaint herself with other wolves – though she did assure him that they would meet again and she was not about to break that promise. She was not in love with Zev as you may have thought – no far from it. In fact they were only on the edge of friendship at the moment. Sierra did not wish to stick around with the same wolf for ages; she didn’t want to join pack either. Well, not just yet anyway. She was hoping that she would run into another wolf, she didn’t mind what gender either suited her as a friend. Though she did hope that it would be a female, males always got the wrong idea sometimes – Zev didn’t; luckily for her but males seemed to be all gallant and gentlemen like. She was just like everyone else – female or not. Sighing gently, Sierra turned her cranium and squinted over at the cavern one last time. “See you soon, dear cavern,” she murmured.

Her limbs gentle took her over the un claimed territory, fragrances of a large pack filled her nostrils and made her feel warm – she’d heard of this pack; Saw Tooth. But Sierra was not looking to join a pack right now, in fact she was searching for the area that many daring adventures take place. Misty Mountains; shrouded by a light fog but hey at least the name suited its land. She could see it in the distance though she still had a long way to go. So deciding that she should pick up the pace, Sierra began her voyage across to the mountain. It was funny – her name had the meaning of saw but also it held the meaning of mountain range. “Perhaps the mountains are my home,” she commented thoughtfully. And maybe Saw Tooth – which was near her, was the place she was meant to exist in. No, she thought – it was too homely for her. She wanted wildness and anger in the pack, not peace, calm and serenity. Though Sierra was not mean or harsh, she did like drama and especially when it did not involve her. She could gossip and watch without anything harming her – ace.

Wait – what was that? The girl had taken a slightly different route, passing Rainbow Cliffs. It was another pack! Although she held no knowledge of its existence, Sierra felt it was an option she would have to consider; after all it was held by the mountains. “Hmm, perhaps I will question Zev about their existence; he may know some information about them. Though it could be a while before a see him – oh well.” She sighed and turned her head over to the towering mountain. “It is beautiful,” she stated excitedly. Hesitantly, she lifted a paw and began to test the rocks – they seemed stable enough. Shrugging, she began to climb.

Her small frame enabled her to move quicker though it still proved a challenge. More than once, Sierra stumbled across a loose rock and almost fell to her awaiting doom. But she managed to climb to a small (and stable) ledge to rest upon. She still wished to go higher but she struggled to motivate her legs and so sat (I write sat but she was actually slumped.) on the ledge, resting. Give me strength to continue my journey, she pleaded to herself. She wasn’t helpless but she was not strong and she understood that maybe it wasn’t the cleverest of ideas to go climbing a mountain all alone with no experience – and in only dawn’s light. She had to finish it now that she started it; so she forced herself all the way to the top.

“I am tired now, and if any predators should see me – I would be perfect target for prey. Oh well, at least I have lived my life.” The girl remarked, laughing gently before pulling herself into a tight ball. The snow that residing on the mountain settled on her fur and Sierra shivered as her fur was not thick like many. “Perhaps I am not cut out for mountains after all.”

The sun slowly rose; as did Sierra’s head. She had not felt the sun in ages – she had always hidden in the shadows. But it felt amazing.

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