At one point in time, Misty Mountain stood opposite of Rainbow Cliff, and these rose to the sky as the only peaks in Blossom Forest. Since the magical change of the land, an entire chain of peaks rose from the bowels of the earth to become the Culter Unlaeddod - the Teeth of the Gods. Misty Mountain is still of the peaks, but many others exist as well. They run from north to south, from east to west. Atop some of the peaks, snow covers them year round, making the paths slippery and hazardous. Others are lower in altitude and are extremely humid, covered in thick, dense forests with mists swirling between each of the trunks. Others still are bare - naked boulders rising and falling haphazardly.

These chains of peaks do connect many of the packs, and they hold many things to explore - forbidden forests, deep and mysterious caves, beautiful scenic cliffs. However, one must have care - if you fall, it is a long, long, long way down...

Due to the varying terrains, many prey options are available. For those scared of injury, you may find ptarmigans, ravens, crows, squirrels, dormice, or rabbits. The adults hunting alone can find mountain goats... but for those hunting in a pack, there are elk, moose, and Bighorn Sheep.


I Solemnly Swear That I am Up to No Good


Sshhh... Do you hear that sound? He growls into your ear.

The male was often in solitude in his travels, and he had grown very comfortable with his being. If he could not be comfortable with himself then how would he ever be comfortable with another being? There were not many out there that he was comfortable with though, and he often missed the ones whose company he had grown used to. But it had been a while since he had been with them and he had done his best to move on. Sometimes he grew bitter and angry and would lash out at whoever happened to be nearby to take his anger out on, but that never actually helped and he would often get himself in trouble that way. If he had been with a pack for the time some would kick him out for his unpredictable violent behavior, others would want to try and fix him. But that never worked. It only made him angrier when others acted like there was something wrong with him that needed to be fixed. He was not good at making friends and ever worse at keeping them.

Padfoot did not care about trivial things as making new friends though. He had his friends that he did trust and care about, and that was all he needed, even if some of them were dead and he had not seen the others in a long time. If he truly needed them he was confident that he would be able to find them, and so he never felt like he was truly alone. His paws carried him higher and higher up the mountain as he thought about his old life and the circumstances that had caused him and his friends to meet. It was not something that he dwelled on often, but the memories came back every now and again. There was more and more snow as he carried himself up the rocks. In some areas his paws sank down deeply in the white powder, while others there was barely a dusting. He could tell that this area must hold danger to those that were not strong or not good on their paws, but he happened to be both of those. His muscles were well toned and it was easy for him to leap from rock ledge to ledge. He could imagine what it would be like to slip and fall to his death with one wrong step. It made the whole experience very exciting.

The midnight colored male finally stopped his climb at an area that had more room than others, taking a moment to take in his surroundings. The male was debating about going back down to find somewhere to settle in for the night as it was beginning to get dark, and his form turned back to the spot that he had come from. He heard a low chuckle off to his side, and his audetters perked, quickly turning to see who was there. It must have been the snow that had kept the other being’s travel silent, otherwise Padfoot would have heard their approach. It was hard to see the female that was there because of the snow around them, but his well trained orbs could make out her outline. “Afternoon, stranger. What are you doing so far up the mountain on your own? It can be pretty dangerous here - some might even say haunted. Tell me, big boy, do you believe in ghosts?” He could hear the almost mocking tone to her words as this stranger spoke. It seemed she was going for dramatic effects for their meeting, and it made him laugh quietly. ”Well sweetheart, I have yet to encounter a ghost, but I will not pretend that they do not exist when there is no evidence to prove otherwise. Are you claiming to be one of these ghosts that may or may not exist?” Padfoot thought her approach at conversation was interesting, especially compared to everyone else who was always started with boring introductions.

That's the sound of your death. His claws scrape against stone.
Picture and table credit to Alesana <3


【Padfoot – Soldier – Chained by None – Violet】


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