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Truly the opposite of their furthest neighbor, SunClan, the cats of MoonClan prefer the solitude of darkness. The moon is more than just the light that guides their path, but also the deity of which they worship. They find strength when the moon shines brightly down upon them and feel lost when its silver light is overpowered by that of the sun or simply is lost to a new moon. For the most part, despite these cats' tendency to walk through the shadows and worship the night's light, they are rather welcoming and, in most moons, friendly cats unlike their arrogant counterparts. Their territory is thickly crowded with forest, creeks and ponds hidden beneath the moon-dappled shadows. The land slopes into hills along the border with NightClan with a large lake sitting along the border with DayClan. These cats are skilled hunters, swift and accurate even with so little light to aid them. Their fresh-kill pile will often be found stocked with voles and other rodents with fish from the water sources scattered across their land occasionally found amidst their more common prey.
o [7/6] DAWN OF THE THIRD QUARTER MOON: "RISE OF THE STONEWATER"
o [7/12] NIGHT OF THE END QUARTER MOON: "STRAY CAT EXPERIMENT"
o [7/21] NIGHT OF THE FULL MOON: "KIT TO APPRENTICE CEREMONIES"
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o [7/30] DAWN OF THE NEW MOON: "CEREMONIAL BANQUET"
o [8/22] MIDDAY OF THE HALF MOON: "SOLAR ECLIPSE CEREMONY"
o [9/16] NIGHT OF THE FULL MOON: "LUNAR ECLIPSE CLEANSING"
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With the moon comes peace and, with peace, comes balance. Silverstreak is the epitome of calm. It is very rare that he will lose his temper. He believes that patience is a virtue one should strive to achieve. He's respectful to anyone and everyone he surrounds himself with, no matter the age. His bright amber eyes are calm, but very observant of what goes on around him. Although he may not speak his mind often, he's very aware. Inheriting most of his traits from his father, an Ocicat, Silverstreak is a slender, silver tom with black spots that run along his spine and splatter across his body.
Rosemarysun is a tall glass of wine and a cool drink of water all at once. She is elegant and gentle, beautiful to look at, and her mature voice drips with honey. Her fur is soft and fluffy, a calico pelt that is mostly dominated by black and ginger, the only white on all four paws and her muzzle. Her eyes are a pale, almost olive green. Rosemarysun was born a natural leader – she is courageous and kind, and above all she is wise beyond her years. She looks at it all like common sense rather than smarts but others tend to see it differently. She loves a good debate or a walk through the forest. She has a way with words that can distill any argument and she often fights battles with her voice rather than her claws. Although young, Rosemarysun is extremely mature for her age (though this doesn’t mean she doesn’t like to have fun every once in a while). Born in tragedy but raised in love, Rosemarysun grew up well and right after she and her sister, Cicelysnow, were abandoned at the SpringClan border where they were saved. Before she finished her apprenticeship, Rosemarysun left SpringClan and found her place in MoonClan, although her heart sometimes aches for the place that saved her life, although MoonClan has become her family through and through, as they fit her very soul. Rosemarysun is a caretaker, not only of her family but of all of her clan. She has a warm heart and an always willing helping hand for those in need. Were she not such a valiant warrior, she would have made a wonderful healer. She is stubborn, strong-willed, beautiful soul.
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Lavenderpaw is a grey and white ragdoll she-cat with dark green-blue eyes. Her pelt is fluffy like a cloud. She is a sweet, loving , caring and bright she-cat, who is a great climber. Lavenderpaw is the older sister of Echostorm and the oldest daughter of Silverfur and Blazepelt. Her parents are now dead, both died of Blackcough. While they left the Clan, her Mother gave birth to Echostorm, and left her as she went to die. Moons later, when she turned nine moons and her sister seven moons, they found out that they were actually siblings. They had been close friends through out their kit-hood and into their apprenticeships. Lavenderpaw hopes to serve her Clan to the best of her abilities. she is interested in herbs, healing and caring for those less fortunate then herself. She loves her Clan and her sister, and is willing to die for them.
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TITLE: CAPTAIN ROLEPLAYED BY PAOGIRL Grandsky is the product of his mother, Angelwings, and an unknown tom. He wasn't wanted by her, but he was by his uncle. Devilhorns has acted as his father since he was born, but always told them that they were his kits even if they weren't directly related. For most of his life, Grandsky never knew who his actually parents were and believed himself unworthy of being one of his uncle's. His uncle, Devilhorns, wouldn't tell them until his siblings and him had become warriors. Now the quiet, tall and strong tom has grown into a warrior worthy of being called one of Devilhorns' kits, even if he will never be directly blood related to the tom. Grandsky will take saying he is the grotesque tom's kit over being Angelwing's. His fluffy grey and white fur reminds many of his mother as do his eyes, but his personality is all Devilhorns. This tom is quiet, respectable and seen as a fearsome cat. He leads his siblings as he has been taught by the strongest cat he has ever known, Devilhorns, and refuses t back down when he feels threatened. Grandsky will take a back seat in a problem, especially when it's not his, until he must step forward to end the situation. This tom will forever look towards the sky, stand as tall has he's been taught and lead those who need his guidance.
|B R I S K F A N G| |Cleaver| His father liked to say he was more badger than cat; he certainly had the look of one, with his trim black-and-white coat overlaying hard cords of muscle and a wide, brawny frame. When he was younger he thought maybe there was some truth to the tale, because he was so unlike his mother — a gorgeous satin feline with long whiskers and a sly smile — that he must be adopted, but alas he eventually had to accept he is a full-chested full-blooded cat. Briskfang is a fierce and reckless fighter, constantly taking the front line and slamming down on his enemies with brute force so they are easier for his allies to deal with, and it has left its mark on him: a slanted scar twisted across the side of his face and splits his lower lip, his left whiskers hang stiff and crumpled, and the shadow of fangs digs in around his ribs. Though he may not be a handsome cat his unrelenting loyalty and strength are admirable and he rarely turns from a challenge. His mate unfortunately died shortly after the birth of his daughter, Primroseflower, so he dotes on her all the more fiercely.
|F O X R U N| |Katrina| Large, heavy built dark ginger tom with stripes of white along his flanks and dark green eyes. He is the great grandson of a long deceased but well known MoonClan leader, Moonstar who after stepping down as leader of the clan due to a debilitating sickness reverted to her warrior name of Moonshimmer while returning to regular warrior duties, and her mate Lightningstrike. As well as being the great grandson of a former leader. Foxrun’s great aunt, Sandfeather, was also once a well known and long serving Medicine Cat of MoonClan, who stepped down a few moons after her mother stepped down as leader because she felt that had failed in her duty as a Medicine Cat when she couldn’t find a cure for the disease that was ravaging and slowly killing her mother. he has a large number of great aunts and uncles namely: Cloudheart, Morninglight, Sandfeather, Eagletail, Wolfember, Nighthawk Flashfire, Cindertail, Stoneclaw. His grandparents are one of the sons of Moonstar, Foxtail, who Foxrun resembles closely and is named for, and Healingwish. Shortly after he and his siblings were born both Foxrun’s parents and his aunt and uncle, the parents of his cousins, were killed in a rogue attack leaving the two litters of recently born kits orphans. Due to losing their parents at the same time and already being cousins the two litters of kits grew to be closer to each other than even most cousins to the point where many cats who don’t know differently, mistake them all for being siblings from two separate litters not cousins. His siblings are Morningglory, Leopardblaze, and Sandcounter, while his cousins are Phoenixblaxe, Healinghands, and Emberburn. He has three second cousins: Pinesong, Timberfrost, and Flamingsoul. Foxrun is eternally curious and always getting into trouble. As a kit he never obeyed his superiors and sometimes he paid the consequences. Foxrun didn't want to make anyone mad, but it's just too tempting to break the rules. He occasionally breaks the rules even as a warrior, but not nearly as much as when he was a kit. He is extremely kind, selfless and will sacrifice anything for a friend or a fellow clanmate. He never says anything bad to anyone. He loves to play, but can be easily tempted, if he thinks what he's doing is right. Because of this he sometimes gets into trouble. Foxrun can track prey from many fox-lengths away. As a kit he showed promising fighting talent, and it's only increased as he grew. His fighting skills are noticeably better than his hunting or tracking abilities although he tries his best to do what he can. Though he prefers to avoid fighting he will never back down from a challenge especially if someone threatens his clan or family. Foxrun is extremely protective of both his friends and family, especially his family, and doesn’t appreciate it when anyone speaks badly of any of them. While not an arrogant or overbearing cat, Foxrun is proud of his heritage and enjoys talking about it, sometimes flaunting it a little bit. He can sometimes be overprotective of both his siblings and cousins which can annoy them at times but it's purely because he cares about them more than anything else and is actually scared of the possibility of losing any of them.
|M O R N I N G G L O R Y| |Katiana| small, almost dainty beautiful calico she-cat with dark green eyes. Morningglory is the great granddaughter of a long deceased but well known MoonClan leader, Moonstar who after stepping down as leader of the clan due to a debilitating sickness reverted to her warrior name of Moonshimmer while returning to regular warrior duties, and her mate Lightningstrike. As well as being the great granddaughter of a former leader, Morningglory’s great aunt, Sandfeather, was also once a well known and long serving Medicine Cat of MoonClan. Her grandparents are the son of Moonshimmer and Lightningstrike, Foxtail and his mate Healingwish. She closely resembles and is named for her great aunt Morninglight who was the older sister of her grandfather, Foxtail. She has a large number of great aunts and uncles namely: Cloudheart, Morninglight, Foxtail, Sandfeather, Eagletail, Wolfember, Nighthawk Flashfire, Cindertail, and Stoneclaw. Her parents as well as the parents of her cousins were killed in a battle with rogues shortly after the two litters were born, leaving she, her siblings, and cousins all orphans and with no living relatives aside from each the two groups of kits grew closer to each other than even most cousins to the point where many cats who don’t know differently, mistake them all for being siblings from two separate litters not cousins. Her siblings are Foxrun, Flameshower, Sandcounter, and Dappledshadows, while her cousins are Moonbrilliance, Ambershadow, Copperbloom, and Emberburn. Bubbly and outgoing, this she-cat gets along with almost everyone with no issues. She is an extremely friendly and loves to make new friends with any cat she comes across, even those not of MoonClan. It is fairly difficult to get on her bad side but the fastest way to anger Morningglory is to hurt or threaten one of her family members.She may be nice and gentle as the others, but there is something special about her.The way she battles and hunts make it seem like she's dancing, or flying in thin air. Her courage is strong, which is the thing that most cats see about her at first. She is strong-willed and proud, and occasionally arrogant often taking charge. She can be a bit bossy, but she usually thinks things through and is often the one leading the antics that she, her siblings and cousins get involved in. She is loyal to only her clan, and would do anything for it. She is very stubborn and stands up for what she thinks is right. Don't make the mistake of underestimating this she-cat, despite her small size she has the wiry power of a full grown badger. She is very sweet and has a strange knack of always understanding somebody. She is very resourceful and has a habit of doing exactly what her mother does. She has excellent stealth and fighting strategy in battle and although she believes in peace instead of war,she will kill to protect herself. She is very light-footed and walks almost silently, often going up to cats without them ever knowing she's there until she's right in front of them. She is also quick on her feet, and these qualities make her a talented hunter and fighter. She always knows what to say, and she has an uncanny habit of guessing what other cats are thinking. She is very determined and never gives up, once she has her heart on something she'll get it eventually. She is a bit competitive but still a graceful loser. She hates bullies and if you try to push her around, that is the last thing you want to do. She is very close to her family and would readily give her life to any of them. There isn't anything she wouldn't do for her friends or family and you don't want to be on the enemy in a fight with her.
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|A U R O R A L I G H T S| |Katiana| Small built tortoiseshell she-cat. While her right eye is a natural pale yellow, where her left eye should be is just an empty socket and her left ear was long ago ripped to shreds so badly that she no longer has an ear and as such can neither hear nor see from her left side. Her face around her left eye and ear is completely devoid of fur and is just a mass of scars. No one in the clan knows what happened to her as she was found as a four moon old kit along with her brother Phantomwind and sister Sunsetriot, with no memories prior to being found by the clan. She has some suspicions that Phantomwind might know what happened to her but has never worked up the courage to ask her brother about it. All that she's gotten out of him is that their parents were loners that stayed right on the edge of clan territory, never crossing the border but using the presence of a nearby large group of cats as a deterrent to possible attackers. But one day their luck ran out and the family was attacked by a group of rogues with both of their parents being killed and Auroralights' horrible disfigurement. After being brought to MoonClan her life was barely saved by the medicine cat and she spent the first two months of her life in MoonClan almost exclusively in the Medicine Cat Den because she was too injured to be anywhere else. She is very self-conscious of her disfigurement and often tries to hide if from the view of her clanmates, thus making her very shy and withdrawn from the rest of the clan. Because of her tendency to hide from the rest of the clan she has no friends outside of her siblings and it is rare to find Auroralights far from at least one of the other two.Despite her shyness she is in fact an incredibly sweet cat but finds it hard to talk to any other cat because the way she looks tends to often scare cats, especially kits. Despite her disabilities, she has learned to cope and is a fairly decent hunter and fighter and as long as no one comes up on her left side she is fine. Once you get past her shyness and complete lack of self-confidence, she is an exceedingly nice cat and despite everything, she enjoys making friends and is incredibly loyal to any that she happens to make. Has a rather short temper and puts up a shell of not caring and can often be somewhat rude and direct to her clanmates. However, behind this shell, she is in fact very kind and caring and will always be there for another clanmate. Quick-witted and with a tongue as sharp as her claws at times, she is not a cat you would ever want to mess with.
|C L O U D J U M P E R| |Racer| Cloudjumper is a beautiful silver tabby she-cat with four white feet and a white stripe on her nose. She is a very soft spoken she-cat who is shy and mistrustful of those that she doesn't know. When she first met Timberfrost the two of them hit it off. They had a whirlwind romance, but when she found out that she was pregnant she got cold feet and fled without telling him about the little ones that she was carrying. She gave birth on her own, but it took a toll on her. She had been carrying a large litter and their were several complication. She soon found herself having to care for a litter of newborns on her own, without being able to catch enough food for herself she was also unable to provide enough food for her newborns. Timberfrost finally found them, starving and on the verge of death. He convinced her to come back to MoonClan with him, and now the two are trying to figure out their relationship while raising a litter of kits.
|C O P P E R M I S T| |ghost| A bold colored tortoiseshell she-cat, Coppermist is a fairly stunning cat on sight. She is lean with bright orange eyes and a mischievous glimmer that never seems to leave her eye. She isn’t the kind of cat that you would tend to forget, especially after talking to her. She has a mouth that can go on-and-on, usually about topics that are odd or very off. She isn’t the type of cat to talk about how the weather is, but rather she would go for shock value and ask deeply personal questions, as if to throw you off guard. She enjoys the idea of seeing chaos and getting reactions out of others, and she will go out of her way to make cats respond in an unexpected way. She doesn’t intend it in a harmful way, for her is all a bit of fun. While she is quite chaotic, she is good at being able to put on a mask and make herself look like a role model for younger cats in the clan. She isn’t all that horrible of a cat, and does have some compassion deep down, even if her main motivation is to cause a little bit of havoc here and there. She was raised in a litter of five kits, and it was always her to start the trouble. She quickly became the litter leader and would lead the other kits into places they weren’t supposed to be. This would often result in scolding, but it had the opposite effect on her than what one would expect, it made her better at not getting caught. She has many goals for the future of the clan, her main one to be finding a mate that enjoys her sense of humor and chaos. Though she feels at home with her clan, she doesn't believe that there should be so many roles and rules, and rather believes that if there was a little bit of anarchy that life would be more fun.
|D E V I L H O R N S| |Paogirl18| He is a completely black cat with long fur and blue eyes. With a scar nicked in both ears giving him the equivalent of horns and more around his muzzle, this tom isn't a pretty face. But he was loved once, when he was a kit and then again by a lover. Which is why he keeps himself neat at all times in the hopes he will one day find a new mate, someone to see past the harsh appearance. Now what happened to his old mate? She was ran over by a monster. That's right a monster. He loved her but not everyone could see that. Most thought he'd threatened her or she was delusional as Devilhorns is known as mean and fierce. That's just it, mean and fierce. It's his front, his outer image. No one would call him loyal or brave but they would call him fierce. Devilhorns is not one that you want to anger for he is a strike first, maybe ask questions later kind of cat. The only one he seems to care about is his sibling and is rude to everyone else, sometimes even to her. Devilhorns and Angelwings are complete opposites. Besides just being known as fierce and mean, if you truly known him, or have been treated roughly by his sister, then you will see his kindness. His heart of gold as one would say; one that has been shielded away for far to long. Devilhorns is a creature of passion; he does nothing half-heartedly. The apprentices of the clan are the very embodiment of passion and so he greatly enjoys watching them practice as well as teaching them some moves. Sadly, his unpleasant facial appearance turns them away as well as many other cats. He is not a pretty cat, instead he's one that not even his mother could love. This is why he was always amazed that hat he'd even had a mate but he tries for another by always looking groomed. Maybe someday.... Devilhorns raised his niece and nephews from birth due to their mother having been about to murder them just for being born. Grandsky, Littlesea and Mightearth have all since left their original home of NightClan in search of somewhere safer for them. Their adoptive father had been a member of the spy organization set up in DayClan and sent them all away in order to keep them safe from the PI leader who took over the Spies for a time. He has since left the organization and decided to change clans in order to have a new start. It was there that he learned that his mate he once thought had died had survived and even had his kits. Only one kit survived, Heathen, now known as Heathensword. Devilhorns was blessed when he moved to MoonClan, he found Grandsky again and met his son first the first time. He hopes to finally find happiness in his new home.
|E A R T H B O R N E| |Fearful| Eartheborne is a young, naive female with black and white fur. Her piercing blue eyes often give away her emotion. She is sensitive, yet hardened. Loyal, yet others say she has back-stabbed them. She thrives under the moon, much like other MoonClan warriors, however, when she is in the presence of its light, she becomes a different character. Has anyone yet to see this side of her? She isn't sure.
|E C H E V E R I A J I N X| |Oceanix| A handsome desert rose forced to flourish underneath cool night sky, white moonlight and twinkling stars. Dipped in a sea of sleek ebony velvet fur. His chest, throat, face, belly, paws, and tail tip all highlighted is royal shades of dark silver to luminous white. Dotting the areas of blank white canvas is a pattern of tiny black swirling rosettes. Along with his odd fur pattern is his strikingly tall height similar to his father Phthaloabyss and grandfather Kabraxis. Besides his strikingly tall height, his trademark feature is the pair of oversized ears that stand proudly on top of his head. Built with a slender body and a long snake like tail. Echeveriajinx could have made an excellent Hunter someday. A dream that he had hoped to achieve from the days he was old enough to dream of becoming a future warrior. Having the chance to follow in the pawsteps of his Deputy mother Sterlingdiadem or possibly take after his Lunar Captain father Phthaloabyss. Alas the Lunar God had set out other plans for his future at the beginning of his birth. Being that of a uncommon birth. Echeveriajinx and his siblings were born during the midday rather than at night like so many other litters in Moonclan. Echeveriajinx has known about this fact since he was young. A fact that he has mulled over and twisted around in his head. Convinced that he was somehow cursed by the Solar God. Echeveriajinx has set his life work determined to proving his worth to the Lunar God. Making him forever a stickler to the rules. Walking a straight line in life the former Medicine Cat Apprentice found the medical life not one for him especially after he couldn’t save his best friend from dying.
|E M B E R B U R N| |HH32597| A red tabby tom with amber legs and underbelly and dark green eyes. He is leggy and lanky which enables him to be quick. Emberburn is reserved and quiet for the most part but once he gets comfortable he is talkative. He's always been very polite and respectful to those around him. He has a strong sense of loyalty to his Clan and to his kin. Emberburn is not quick to anger and takes things in stride and tries to sort issues out with words rather than claws. He is a descendant of Moonstar and Lightningstrike.
|F R I G H T S I G H T| |Lost| Frightsight’s name is one that fits him in more ways than simply the chilling color of his pale, ice-cold blue eyes. If you can get past the way it seems they hold no emotion, you’ll be able to see that he really is a handsome tom. He has a white and gray pelt, the colors more like he was white and rolled in some dust. He is tall with lanky but strong legs, and a black nose that sets off the center of his face. Frightsight holds his name for another reason, though, and one that not many know about despite his name. Whenever he sleeps, whenever he dreams, his dreams come true. At least, they play out before him in real life, whether other cats see the phenomenon or not (although the less gruesome of events normally do happen whenever he’s awake and around others). Other times, his eyes play tricks on him and makes him imagine these things rather than them actually happening. Nevertheless, he does have prophetic dreams, whether he’d ever admit it to anyone or not. These dreams aren’t something that comes from StarClan — rather they come from his own mind. He’d never make a good medicine cat, as he enjoys fighting and hunting far too much. Frightsight is a pretty quiet tom, normally not one for small talk. He likes the deep conversations, the intimate ideas, the sharing of beliefs. He’s very much a pessimist, aware that everything is not always sunshine and rainbows, and will usually be the one to rain on everyone’s parade. That’s not saying that he’s terrible to be around, he’s normally a good friend, and some fun when he’s not worrying about his fate and everyone else’s. He’s disturbed and somewhat all knowing, enough to make him a bit squeamish, awkward, and skittish.
|H E N D R I X| |Sinful| "I'm the pretty prince of parties, you're a tasty piece of pastry – you're so lighty, flighty, flakey. I go where the party takes me." He's gorgeous, beautiful, ethereal – moi! Magnifique! With luscious, soft, feathery silver tabby-ish fur that has elements of orange and every other color under the horizon, he tosses his head this way, that way, away from your face because no, and look at that fur flow. Like the silkiest water along the stones in a bank. A brook. A creek. Like a gentle waterfall careening into a pool gracefully. Gracefully falling. His eyes are like honey held in a mason jar; beautiful and sweet, but sticky. They stick to you. They won't let go. Let me help you with that, let's just. Right. You didn't need that hair anyway. He will captivate you! First metaphorically, then literally. Like a bee trap. Buzz buzz. On to the glorious details! "I'm a funky monkey junky, you're a flunky, bunky donkey. You're a picture of the devil's daughter, I'm a pitcher of holy water." Suffice to say, ever since he was just a young child – his coat wasn't nearly as wonderful as it is now – he knew he liked boys. Where the girls of his age would gather around the entrance of the camp, admiring the warriors that walked in dirty and bloody and with scowls on their faces, rating them based upon their mate material – would he be kind? Would he be able to provide? That one smells, that one's a 0, he's only good for his looks – he found himself admiring them along with the girls. They're not too bad, he'd think, maybe a little scruffy but who isn't? He personally liked them scruffy. The rougher they looked, the better. Insert eyebrow wiggle. Because he knew he liked boys from a very young age, he found himself struggling with one thing: did anyone else know? Nooo, they couldn't... could they? He thought he was very inconspicuous and rather subtle, which he was proud of. (He would later learn as an adult that this was a daft belief, he was – is – practically a walking rainbow.) But an even more pressing thought: Would he ever meet his own boy? Would they love him? Dreamy sigh. "Oh, pretty prince pro parties, where's the party now? (I don't know) Oh, pretty prince off parties, where does water go? (I let it flow-ow-ow)" Until he meets his happy friend to spend the rest of his life with him – they would have so much fun, they'd have spa days, they'd go on date nights, and one day maybe even listen to the pitter patter of tiny feet! – he spends his time being the best person he can be. Sure, he does all of that regular stuff, like practicing his hunting, providing for the clan, defending the clan, working on his fighting technique, etc... but it's the really fancy stuff that will win him his suitor. Like practicing his alphabet. Learning to paint his nails with different kinds of berries. (Blueberries are his favorite.) Working on his singing. Playing air guitar. It's all really hard work and at the end of the day it's exhausting, but he knows he's doing it to better himself – and to win a truly quality mate. "Oh, pretty prince of parties, can I come to your party? (No) Oh, pretty prince of parties, where do you get your clothes? (They're made of snow, pretty party clothes crocheted of snow)" Oh, you're wondering where this suitor's going to come from? Well, darling, I'm glad you asked. He's very popular with the boys; they all seem to adore him and fight over him, it's really quite spectacular. He adores it. But he knows that special someone, whoever they may be, wherever they are – they aren't just going to fight. They're going to win. His perfect victor. But until he meets them and subsequently claims them entirely for all eternity, he enjoys the fun he has. He hardly ever is alone; after all, who enjoys being lonely? No one, you're right. And you, Sandra Dee, hush. No one cares. "I'm the Mickey Maori minstrel, you're the high priestess of tinsel. I'm the guru god of ganja. Ramashalanka lanka, Ravi Shankar." Well isn't he spectacular? After this entire autobiography, you'd think he's a god (goddess? either way, he's the only Queen) but it's okay. Everyone thinks that way after meeting him. You can, of course, be his friend. He loves making friends. The more people to giggle with and talk about boys with, the better. But, wait... what do you mean his history? What history? Silly goose, he doesn't have a history. He just wound up here. Phoenixstar found him at the border one day and was like 'Hey, you're pretty.' 'Oh why thank you.' 'Pretty tough.' 'Am I? Oh thank you, doll.' And then that was it. He became a member of MoonClan and... yeah. He still doesn't know what's going on. Why is everyone so grumpy? Why do apprentices not like working? I mean, he doesn't want to break a nail... but wouldn't they rather be out there, alone with all those strapping lads? It's his perfect paradise. Those girls back at the capitol don't know what they're missing. "La la la la la la la la la. La la la la la la la la laaaaa." |H O N E Y S T O R M| |Honeystorm| With honey-gold fur and eyes the color of the sky, Honeystorm hardly resembles either of her parents, both of whose pelts are visibly black, though Silver, the personality of Multiplesouls that is her mother, sees herself somewhat differently. Still the coloring would be just as foreign. Regardless, this difference in appearance shows just how starkly different she is than either of her parents. Nightfury and Silver, two cats from Absum Lux, where the warrior traveled from after her father's exile to finally rejoin her parents in MoonClan. Rather than being bloodthirsty, as her parents are, the small feline known as Honeystorm is rather kind and friendly, if a bit odd with her memories of a clan long past known as PondClan, a she-cat who knows herb basics, loves swimming, and would one day love to lead, to guide a clan of her own and ensure they remain loyal and strong. Despite her upbringing, and the clan she joined into, she is a firm believer in StarClan. How couldn't she be, when she was visited by one from their ranks? When they explained these odd memories from a time she'd never lived? When she'd supposedly being reincarnated from one of their ranks themselves, with even the same name as before? Not that it's enough to convince those who do not want to believe. So, she instead contents herself with being the best she can be, taking everything in stride as she serves her clan. |L A U R E L M E L O D Y| |Ian| A fiercely independent creature, one who refuses to let any cat tell her what to do. Although she is physically very similar to Willowsongstress, to the point that the two could easily be mistaken for each other, the two cats are very, very different. Where Willowsongstress is soft and gentle, Laurelmelody is loud and rough. She likes to get her paws dirty and desires to constantly be challenged, even when challenges aren't practical. She also likes challenging others and pushing cats to almost their limits. She is often bored with the idea of what a normal warrior's life looks like, and the creature craves strongly adventure. In this way, she can be a trouble maker, one who is often getting herself and others into messes. She's friendly and easily likeable, though, so many cats are willing to go on the rollercoaster that a relationship with Laurelmelody inevitably is. Laurelmelody is the kind of she-cat who could be considered masculine in nature, often finding she fits in more with the boys than the girls. She is also a questioner, one that questions everything all of the time. This is often irritating to others, as she demands justification for almost everything, especially when it comes to what she is supposed to believe in and what she is supposed to consider right and wrong.
|L E O P A R D B L A Z E| |HH32597| A dark red tom with amber flecks splattered on him and turquoise eyes. Leopardblaze has a noble character and genuine heart. He is very trustworthy and eager to learn and grow whenever he can. Leopardblaze is opinionated and isn't afraid to speak his mind. He can be quick to anger at times but usually calms down quickly. He is a very quick learner and does his best to serve his Clan. He is strongly loyal to his kin and the warrior code as well as his Clan. He is a descendant of Moonstar and Lightningstrike.
|N I G H T S H A D E B E R R Y| |Komiharu| A petite black she-cat with white markings and pale blue eyes. Existing only at the very fringes of MoonClan, Nightshadeberry is an enigma to all and a friend to none. Abandoned to die with her siblings as a newborn by her own mother, Nightshadeberry failed to develop any attachment towards a parental figure, and as such, was never able to develop any sort of empathy. Able to turn her conscience on and off like it's a mere flick of a switch, she has no genuine affection for others and stays with MoonClan only out of convenience. Though she can act charming enough to appear normal to most, she generally prefers to not talk to anyone and interact with her Clanmates only when it is absolutely necessary, or when she wants to start trouble. At the core of her psyche is a deep-seated rage over being abandoned, far beyond normal anger. Though it was once revenge, Nightshadeberry's ultimate goal in life is to cause as much havoc as possible.
|P A I N T E D S K Y| |nom_de_plume| The harmony of the spheres, the symphony of space. The vast, unknowable reaches of the universe, hiding within it those most otherworldly secrets of life itself. Beauty and life go hand in hand - without one, the other cannot exist. The glimmering points of light in the night sky bespeak wonders unknown, sights unseen. The cool night breeze carries on it the scent of prey untasted and flowers smelled. So many experiences in the world for one to partake in, yet so little time or ability to bask in them all. Paintedsky is vitality given flesh. Her eyes, a dark turquoise, seem to shine with curiosity, her paws always itching to go somewhere else, do something new. Given to short bouts of deep introspection, sometimes the tabby she-cat can seem withdrawn and introverted, but this is not so. She is a deeply pious cat, dedicating all of the beauty of the world to its creator, the Moon. She believes it is her religious obligation to delight in the wonders of their little slice of the world, believing that to disown their territory's beauty is to disown the Moon himself. She is quite kind and friendly, finding conversation easy. She doesn't enjoy conflict, but is extremely protective of a cat's right to express themselves however they'd like and will stand up for them until she's red in the face. She enjoys finding the delicate flowers the bloom under the moon's light and entwining them in her fur, so the sight of a moon lily perched behind her ear isn't entirely uncommon.
|P A N T H E O N D R I F T| |Astrid| Gifted with a sense of knowing beyond a cats spoken words. Pantheondrift is a born and bred MoonClan huntress. Trained as a warrior, the sight of friends and foes in pain marred her heart. Her pale green gaze only allowing her to see what hurt and never the benefits of war. To this day she sees no sense in raising a claw against another for selfish means. Pantheon is a large long haired white she-cat with splotches of black strewn across her pelt. The length of it flowing as its tugged softly by passing winds. The distinct edges of her black splotches against her brilliantly white pelt is like the moons light casting into the darkness of night. Pantheon never did quite reach the expectations of her parents. As their only child she was expected to become powerful and a warrior to be praised. However none could foresee the blooming ache in her chest to help and save. Such a powerful name as Pantheon brought to its knees. To this day she she has managed to cast away her hurt of her families disowning her. Now she uses the power of her hurt to fuel her desire to help out where she can. When the clan is in trouble, be it natural disaster or rival clan, she is the first to lift a paw to rebuild and offer aid where she can. While fighting is not her forte she will sharpen her claws on pelts if her leader asks it of her. Though the sensation will leave her light headed and heavy hearted. Pantheon is a truly sweet natured cat with a heart too big for her feline form.
|P E T A L D U S K| |Zuno| A delicate flower, yet her stem is covered with thorns. Petaldusk is not the easy type of molly to get along with- especially not if you’re the bullying type. She is a beautiful ragdoll she-cat with light chocolate points and blue eyes as bright as the daylit sky. However, through these eyes she cannot see. Petaldusk was born blind and has never known a different life. She instead has adapted to have hearing that excels even that of the best hunter. In order to map out her world, she uses the sounds around her and that bounce off of other objects; in a way, she can almost see or sense the sound waves bouncing off of trees and dens, dissipating into lakes and rivers. Much like her brother Sparrowstep’s struggles with bullying for his size, she was mocked and provoked for her disability. Her ability to use the sounds around her came from intense training alongside her brother, the siblings on a quest to prove their critics wrong. They learned to take charge and grow up early with their sister Mouserunner when their parents died in a tragic accident, forcing them to play foster parents to their five younger sisters: Tinyblaze, Ashpelt, Springswirl, Feathercloud, and Honeytail. While to stranger and clanmates her words are as pretty as a flower, as blooming as a bud, to her siblings she is a strict parental figure. She fears death and abandonment above all else, never letting her siblings get away with anything dangerous. At least, not under her watch.
|P H A N T O M W I N D| |Katiana| A slightly bigger than normal pitch black tom with ice-blue eyes. His front right paw and tail tip are white. He is almost the complete polar opposite in personality to his two sisters Sunsetriot and Auroralights, being much more outgoing and friendly to his clanmates. He is also extremely protective of his sisters, especially Auroralights with her disfigurement, and very close to them, with it being rare to find the three of them far away from each other. He is of a rather strong and silent nature, with a kind demeanor and a pleasant attitude towards almost anything that obstructs his path. He doesn't like to be bossed around, but won't talk back to his leader if he is told to do something. Phantomwind hates bullies and will stand up to the meanest of them either for himself or for others. He's a bit of a hot head and he is short tempered, especially when it comes to other cats bothering his sisters. He is an excellent fighter but his hunting skills aren't the best in the world but he can often be found out hunting trying to improve his skills. At four moons of age he and his sisters were found abandoned on MoonClan's border and were brought into the clan and raised as if they had been born into the clan. He is the only one of his siblings that remembers what caused Auroralights' massive disfigurements and subsequent loss of sight and hearing on her left side.From what he remembers is that their parents were loners that lived on the very edge of clan territory, never crossing over but using the presence of a nearby large group of cats as a deterrent against possible attackers.However one day this didn't stop a group of rogues from finding their small camp and attacking in the middle of the night, killing their father and mortally wounding their mother who had run away with the three kits at the insistence of her mate. She had managed to hide Phantomwind and Sunsetriot but had was caught in the middle of hiding Auroralights. The rogues finished their mother off and then maimed Auroralights terribly, leaving the kits where they were, figuring they would soon die of starvation. Luckily their mother had managed to get them into MoonClan territory where they were soon found by a patrol and immediately taken to camp where Auroralights was barely kept from dying and spent the first two moons of her life in MoonClan living almost exclusively in the medicine cat den because she was too injured and sick to be anywhere else.
|P I N E S O N G| |HH32597| Fierce, loyal, noble, analytical and smart are just some ways to describe Pinesong. Pinesong is a dark red she-cat with light pale blue eyes that seem to see through everything, she is rather long and slender. She is the daughter of Silvershine and Leopardblaze, which means that she is related to Moonstar an ancient MoonClan leader. At first glance she has a soft appearance which makes it hard for one to believe that she can be fierce, but she is not someone you'd want to meet in a battle, to outsiders she is abrasive and cold, always ready to defend her Clan. Her MoonClan blood runs deep, her father made sure she knew of her MoonClan heritage and about those that came before her, her blood relation to MoonClan is always something she's cherished. Pinesong is MoonClan through and through. Nobility is always something she strives for in her life, to be able to rise above those who oppose her and treat everyone with kindness and generosity. No matter how many times someone wrongs her, she refuses to lower herself to their level, it's always something she has to work on since her temper can be quick and her judgement can be rash. Pinesong is overall a very kind she-cat and her generosity knows no end when it comes to her family and her Clanmates. She knows the meaning of hard work and isn't afraid to get her paws dirty. She is a very ambitious cat and hopes that one day when she no longer walks among the Clan that her name is remembered, just like her ancient relatives, Moonstar and Lightningstrike.
|P U M P K I N N O S E| |Cleaver| A spirited ebony tom with bright yellow eyes, as well as a single white paw. He's overly cheerful and bright, and as a complete optimist, does his best to convince everyone else that everything will turn out okay. Other cats criticize him for being too innocent and blind to the ways of the world, while others envy his sureness; he doesn't mind, he knows himself quite well. But some cats take it as step further, mistake his kindness for weakness, his joy for stupidity. When plans are made he is often spared the details because they don't believe he's capable of keeping a secret, or that he can't follow through on it. Pumpkinnose resents this, though he tries not to show it. Just because he's excitable doesn't mean he's dumb! He just wants to make light of a bad situation. He and his siblings, Tricksdelight, Spookbat, Frightsight, Ghostsoul, and Spiderfur, were found by Dustheart on patrol. The tom and his mate, Jynxlaughter, eventually decided to adopt them.
|R A V E N L E A P| |lost| Ravenleap is a long, skinny tom with a sleek, jet black pelt and soft green eyes. His paws, small in size, his white with pink pads beneath them. Ravenleap grew up skittish and jumpy, always thinking something was lurking just around the corner to grab him and run, mostly because of the scary stories he heard the apprentices tell about hawks, badgers and foxes snatching kits up in the middle of the night. As he trained and found that he was an excellent hunter and a capable fighter, his confidence had grew and by the time he was a warrior, he was unrecognizable from the flinching kit from so many moons ago. Ravenleap was born in MoonClan alongside his four siblings who always got him into trouble. As he became an apprentice and found his independence, Ravenleap was finally seen for what he was: a rule follower and a believer in the warrior code. Without his siblings always pressuring him to get into trouble due to boredom, the black tom flourished in his training and his duties. Ravenleap is often easily embarassed and awkward when it comes to conversation. He tries hard to make friends but often breaks it off unintentionally because he thinks that he is annoying and stays away from them. He puts his heart into his duties as a warrior, and secretly hopes one day that he can put his heart into something more, like someone to love, because deep down lies the heart of a hopeless romantic.
|S I L V E R S H I N E| |Spottedleaffan21| A beautiful short hair silver she-cat with brilliant blue eyes and a gentle heart. She's patient and quiet but she will protect her beloved clan until her dying breath. She's calm and will avoid conflict if she can. But if you threaten her loved ones, she will not hesitate to claw an ear off.
|S N O W S H O D| |Cleaver| Snowshod is afraid of the dark. He isn’t afraid when the moon is out, he knows his God will always be at his side to protect him. The luminous brightness overhead is comforting, and when he sees the silver-white shine of his short fur, he can feel the Moon God’s paws alongside him. But sometimes the moon goes away, dies to a little sliver then for a night does not appear, and that great suffocating darkness chokes Snowshod. Tunnels, caves, and other dark enclosed areas have the same claustrophobic effect, and he quivers and mewls like a baby kitten until he sees the light again. He was born into the dark, birthed late at night when his mother Cowflop sneaked from the camp and went into labor early, and that night she perished there was no moon. He was raised by his aunt Hollyfrost and as a result is very close with the she-cat and wishes she was his true mother instead of her sister, though that thought always comes with a thrill of guilt. Snowsnod is an undersized white tom with a few black spots and wide innocent eyes. He is easily manipulated, vulnerable and naive and guilty, but his soft and warm heart often convinces those who would do him harm to leave him alone. He is a sweet young fellow and doesn’t want to do anyone harm, least of all his family, friends, and clan. His siblings are Whitewatch, Chillfurrow, and Frostfruit. His father was a loner named Farmpelt.
|S P A R R O W S T E P| |Zuno| He was never the biggest tom in the world. A small dark brown and white tabby tom with light yellow-green eyes, a frail little sparrow struggling to fly in the heavy winds. He learned hardship from a young age, having to take on raising his five younger sisters alongside his littermates, Petaldusk and Mouserunner, after their parents tragic deaths. As a kit and apprentice he struggled to hold his own in training and battle. His bones were weak and frail, breaking at any small shove and push to the ground. Mocked and ridiculed for his small size and completely weak structure, he was doomed for failure from the very beginning. Sparrowstep always held his head high, though, and dedicated his life to proving the naysayers wrong. He strengthened his bones with constant exercise and made up for his small size in muscle mass. He heighted his senses with the help of Petaldusk lending her blind wisdom, he learned patience and virtue from the struggles of playing big brother and father figure to his young orphaned sisters: Tinyblaze, Ashpelt, Springswirl, Feathercloud, and Honeytail; strengthened his body and spirit with intense training and rebutting his critics. Sparrowstep has learned to use his charisma and wit to sway violence in his time as a scrawny young tom. While he can hold his own now, he still chooses not to, as there are still times where his bone give out and fracture or sprain. He uses his title as Lunar Guard, one that he worked hard to earn, to prove that anything is possible with dedication and high spirits. Even the weakest of birds struggling to fly can even outrun the falcons if they will it.
|S P O O K B A T| |Paogirl18| "Get back here, Spookbat!" Chocolate fur with white paws, chest and muzzle, blue eyes crazed with mischief could be seen racing away from the sight of another angry cat. It wasn't an uncommon sight and most knew exactly who was being yelled at even if their name hadn't been spoken. Spookbat is notorious for causing problems, though She doesn't see it as anything more than having a little fun. This she-cat finds pleasure in the sight of spiders and centipedes but most won't see the same humor when those creatures are found in their beds. She's been pulling pranks and demanding attention since she was a kit. Spookbat hasn't grown much since she was an apprentice, both in size and mentality. Being small makes it easier for Spookbat to get into places, or out of tight spots. Her father, or one of them, Jynxlaughter is proud that she has taken to heart his words, "create laughter wherever you go and you'll always find love," but it might have been a little too much. She makes cats laugh with her cheesy jokes and pranks that are only funny when they're not on you or after you've calmed down. Spookbat is a jokester, cute, small and loveable with a good heart and a hard way of showing it. She's the laughter in every room, the smile that helps light the way and the one to notice when you just need a laugh to get you through the day.
|S U I C I D E S U R V I V O R| |Vulpixkit| There are survivors of wars, of sickness, and even of lost love, but what about suicide? Who is selfish enough to kill themselves to rid them of their own demons that dance around in their heads? To leave behind a mess for others to clean up because they could not face one more day? Suicidesurvivor is. Some could call her a lost soul, a strong soul, a dark soul, but honestly, she doesn't even know what to call herself. While others have scars inflicted by other cats she has scars inflicted by herself, moments where she broke and tore at her legs with her claws, eager to see the blood welling up from her veins, eager to feel physical pain rather than emotional pain, because with physical pain she could concentrate on something else, she could forget the voices that haunted her, forget the memories of the past that pained her, or what was happening in the present that made her want to scream. We all face dark times, in inevitable, but sometimes those dark times stay with us. For days, months, years, a lifetime. Some are strong enough to handle it on their own, some have others to lean on to help them through, while others still don't know what to do. Some break because of these dark times, some become stronger, and sometimes even both happen to a person, like Suicidesurvivor. Her past is not a joyfully happy one, she did have a few shining moments but even those were clouded by the dark things that was going on within her life. The first time she purposefully bled she was about apprentice age, outcasted by others because of her unsmiling face she ran through the forest, tears blurring her vision when suddenly she stumbled and fell on a large log. The leftover branches cut into her skin, her blood splashed across the forest floor but as she pushed herself to her fluffy black paws, she noticed something. The emotional pain was gone, replaced by physical pain.Her heart didn't hurt anymore, she was free of such a burden, and so it began. She would come into camp with new scars and blood matting her fur, always giving excuses, rough training, climbing trees, kits getting too excited, but of course, they were all lies. This continued on for moons, then seasons, until suddenly the cutting became deeper, more desperate, but the emotional pain and dark memories always seemed to be there, right at the edge, crowding and tearing at the thin shield she had created. Those who were concerned with her always harmed condition never spoke out, turned another cheek and continued on with their own lives and problems. If those had spoken to her maybe they could have saved her the first time she tried to go to Starclan, but of course that wasn't a guarantee, and even if they had and she still did what she did she wouldn't have been able to face, wouldn't have been able to face the guilt and pain in their eyes, because what she was doing to herself, what she did to herself wasn't their fault, it never was, and them not being able, or not trying, to stop her didn't make them guilty at all of her actions. The first time she tried the horrible deed was the night of the full moon, she was still an apprentice, held back because she could not complete the test that was given to them all so they could achieve a warrior title. The camp and territory were almost eerily empty, it was peaceful, yet disturbing, and on this fateful night her demons were once more throwing themselves against the door, crying and wailing to be let in, to flood her and overcome her, and finally the door broke and the did just that. She stared at the icy cold water, beautiful and deadly, if she just laid at the bottom she could be at peace once more, right? She wadded in, those horrible voices egging her on and with a soft sight of what seemed to be relief she sunk to the bottom, first her lungs screamed for air, her mind became a blur, and she welcomes this, her life force slowly began to fade, peace settling within her soul when suddenly she was thrown from the water. She fought back, screaming at the unseen force to let her die as she threw up what seemed to be a river of water, and as she was screaming and struggling one simple phrase penetrated her cloudy mind "don't let them win". She forced her gray eyes open, it hurt to do so but she did it anyway. The she-cat that stood above her was beautiful and angry. "Why would you do this?" she roared "Why would you take away your beautiful life? What would you let such demons win?" she demanded, the stars in her fur seemed to glow brighter with her anger. "What beautiful life?" Suicidesurvivor sobbed broken heatedly "My life is filled with nothing but pain and painful memories." she hiccuped."Your life is what you make it." The Starclan she-cat shot back "Do not let your memories win, do not let the pain overtake you because if you do then you will really lose yourself. You are strong, I have seen your strength all the way from the stars and I will tell you this, one day you will live with greatness but not if you let such things overcome you now. You want the pain to go away? Fight back, the pain does not go away because you've kept it up for so long, cry about it, let it out, do not downsize your emotions, because they are important as you are." with that the she-cat disappeared and Suicidesurvivor was left alone, to realize the she-cat was right. She stood, shook the water from her fur, and cried. She cried about every little thing that ever brought her pain, she screamed at the things that tore her apart, and afterwards, her eyes were red but she felt....better. From that day on Suicidesurvivor made close friends, talked and cried about her problems and pains, and whenever she felt the overwhelming need to self-harm she went to the river where she tried to end it all and stared into the clear waters until the smiling face of that Starclan she-cat smiled back at her, and once more gave her the strength to continue.
|S U N S E T R I O T| |Katiana| Beautiful gold and ginger dappled she-cat with ice-blue eyes. She knows little about her own past other than at four moons old she and her two siblings, Phantomwind and Auroralights, were found on MoonClan's border, just within the territory and after being unable to find their parents the three were brought to the clan to be raised. No one knows what happened to Auroralights to so badly disfigured her, since the three were too young to remember anything, although Sunsetriot and her sister both think that their brother, Phantomwind has some memories of the time but he refuses to tell them other than that their parents were once loners that lived on the outskirts of clan territory. She is very close to her siblings and it rare to find the three far away from each other. This she-cat has a very bright, chipper, and hyperactive attitude. She's not the type of cat to dwell on sad things very long before she's happy again, though she happens to be very sensitive over the little things. Sunsetriot is a very kind, devoted, and loyal cat. She would do just about anything for her clan and friends. She isn't the best fighter ever but is a fairly good hunter and is always working to improve her skills so that she can always help her clan. Her friends are few but if you're her friend she'll be your friend for life. Sunsetriot is always getting in trouble for her loudmouth. She speaks her mind, not caring who is around to hear it. She has strong opinions, and stands by what she thinks is right. Despite her loud mouth, which you think would get her enemies, cats are drawn to her.
|S W E E T B U R S T| |Komiharu| A pale ginger she-cat with white markings and flecks, and pale amber eyes. With a genuinely sweet-natured personality, Sweetburst has made it her ultimate life goal to spread as much joy and kindness as possible within MoonClan, after facing some instances of bullying during her kithood. While her constant mission to spread cheer more often and not considered somewhat grating by some of her Clanmates, others consider it an endearing quality of hers, and Sweetburst enjoys being one of the more 'popular' members of MoonClan. She has a distinct lack of talent in hunting or fighting, but makes up for it by offering often unsolicited personal advice to her Clanmates - or at least, she attempts to.
|T I M B E R F R O S T| |Katiana| Silver tabby tom with unusual turquoise blue eyes that are the clearest mark of his long MoonClan heritage. Small in frame and rather lacking in muscular build, this tom is somewhat on the weak side which can primarily be attributed to the fact that he and his siblings were born almost a month early and it’s something of a miracle that only one of the litter didn’t survive the birth. He was born to Leapordblaze and Silvershine and through his father can trace his ancestry back to two ancient MoonClan leaders, Moonstar his great-great grandmother, and Brackenstar, a cousin of his great-grandmother Healingwish, as well as an ancient Medicine Cat Sandfeather, one of the many daughters of Moonstar, who was his great-great aunt. He was the last born and only tom in his litter of six, five of whom survived. His living sisters are Foxsin, Darktwilight, Pinesong, and Flamingsoul, while the sister he lost at birth was given the posthumous name of Silverblaze, a combination of their parents’ names. Timberfrost grew up hearing stories about his ancestors and their great deeds but while his sisters all wanted to follow in the footsteps of their great-great grandmother and become leader, Timberfrost always related more to his great-great aunt Sandfeather who was Medicine Cat despite being blind from birth and wants to follow in her stead. He is somewhat of a klutz and almost always stumbling over his own paws or whatever he happens to be walking near, even if it’s not all that close to him. Known as a bit of a recluse he doesn’t talk to many cats outside of his immediate family very often.
|T R I C K S D E L I G H T| |Komiharu| A long-haired dark brown she-cat with pale eyes. Abandoned at birth, she and her siblings were adopted by Dustheart and Jynxlaughter. With a dry, ironic sense of humour and a penchant for mischief, Tricksdelight is not one of the more popular members of her Clan. As a kit, she loved to pull pranks and make a fool out of her Clanmates. Her siblings, in particular, were her most common victims. Due to the mean, nasty reputation she managed to build herself, she decided to stop with the mischief and focus on bettering herself after she was promoted to an apprentice, although she still likes to mess with the heads of some of her more gullible Clanmates. Tricksdelight has few close friends, and likes to stick close to her siblings for social interaction. A keen listener, thinker, and observer, Tricksdelight's greatest talent lies not in hunting or fighting, but in eavesdropping and spying. She prides herself on knowing all the latest Clan gossip before anyone else, though she doesn't care for spreading it - why would she give away an advantage like that? Knowledge is power, after all. Though she may come across as having complete confidence in herself, Tricksdelight is easily flustered, but hides it under a skillful layer of sarcasm and feigned indifference. Her relationship with one of her fathers, Dustheart, is one of her biggest insecurities; due to the difference of interests between him and his mate Jynxlaughter, Tricksdelight often blames herself for the past deterioration of their relationship. She is the sister of Spiderfur, Ghostsoul, Pumpkinnose, Frightsight, and Spookbat.
|W I L L O W D U S T| |dualwielding| Large, well-balanced paws contrast with her feminine structure, a lean and beautiful warrior with a shiny tortoiseshell coat with a white front. Willowdust has large round eyes. Green tendrils circle her pupil, showering in emotion. She walks with her head held high in confidence, though, little know how easily she could be knocked down. She often fails to keep her protective cocoon around herself as soon as someone comes along and finds her vulnerable again.
|W I L L O W S O N G S T R E S S| |Ian| A she-cat the color of the moonlight, a pallid grey-white that is shaded by darker stripes. Her eyes are almost as pale, but instead of grey, they are of a hazel sort. She is a creature who moves across the earth with a certain kind of fluidity in her body, almost as if she is dancing. Her motions are always smooth and delicate, as any good she-cat's should be. Willowsongstress is a she-cat with, like her name might suggest, a musical voice that is similar to a ballad of a flutist. There is a certain airiness to it, although everything she says is thoroughly thought through. Willowsongstress is a gentle feline, one who falls more under the path of emphasized femininity than she might wish she was. She believes in traditional roles for she-cats, and she hates getting dirty. She is an avid huntress, but one day hopes to settle into a more gentle role as a mother first. She has a very nurturing nature; she is patient and diligent, a feline with a true affinity for compassion. However, Willowsongstress fails to have an independence about her, and she would much rather be a follower than a leader, unlike her sister, Laurelmelody.
|C R I M S O N R O S E| |JetClaw| This she-cat is an imposing presence, she is a large ginger she cat, her fur is thick but a closer look will find the scars that litter her body. She was a hunter in Primal Instinct back when Vera E'tani ruled the league. She left to protect her runt of the litter, and sought sanctuary in WinterClan becoming her former student Leatherfern's frozen then shattered as he rose up from Deputy to Leader. Upon learning of his reappearance in the Forest Clans, and now that her daughter no longer needed her constant presence, Crimsonrose left WinterClan behind in favor of new pastures in MoonClan. Crimsonrose lives for battle, every day the one thing she craves is to test her mettle against mighty opponents. Learning new tactics, battle moves, and various ways down different opponents. She grew honorable during her time as a clan cat. Now, though, she still isn't above killing when necessary, she holds herself back from it when the need isnt there. Her amber eyes blaze with the passion that burns within her heart. Seeking out the next battle to be fought.
APPLE BOTTOM JEANS
|D A I S Y P A W| |ghost| Daisystorm is a cat that you would look at and not be sure what to think. His name doesnt fit him at all and is oddly splotched orange pelt is always stuck up in every direction. He has a delicate face and looks almost feminine at first to those who see him. Perhaps his more defining feature is the one that is the most noticeable, the fact the he only has one large blue eye. He was raised by a careless mother who didnt often stay in the nursery to help care for her kit. She would rather be off socializing and found the idea of raising a kit to be exhausting and a curse. This made sure that Daisystorm was always on his own, and when he wasnt, he was trying hard to fit in with the others who would make fun of him for his name. One day, he was playing with the others when they dared him to go out of the camp and bring back something to prove that he had gone far enough. Daisystorm wanted to back out but he was afraid of what the other kits would say if he didn do the dare. He walked calmly out of camp and didnt realize after a few moments that he didn't know where he was or how to get back. In a panic, he raced in through the trees, trying to find his way. His run came to an end as he stabbed his eye out with a low hanging branch, he knew right away he was seriously injured. Calling out for help, some cats on a patrol eventually found him and carried him back to camp where the Medicine Cat worked to help him. He was badly injured and many didn't know if he would make it. Eventually, he was able to recover, though, at this point, he was pratically living in the Medicine Cats' den and didn't have any friends as all of the other kits didn't bother to visit him. Occassionally, his mother would come to check on him, but she refused to look him in the face, claiming that she was cursed with such an ugly kit. Daisystorm slowly became more aware that he would never be able to see again, and this quickly developed intok an obsessive self-consciousness that would eat away at him. He believed that no one would ever want to talk to him, that he was too ugly, like his mother said. It didnt help that when he was finally able to return to the camp, all of the others kits were already made into apprentices and he was behind with all the younger kits. He wasn't teased anymore, but his own internal problems worsened, causing him to isolate and have trouble socializing with others in the camp. His goal growing up was to become a good warrior, but when he finally became an apprentice. his head was clouded with doubt that he would ever get that far. Mentor-
|DAPPLEPAW [C L O U D]| |Lost| Dapplecloud is a pretty little she-cat with a tortoiseshell pelt. Her fur is mostly black with light, ginger splotches here and there, with the most prominent, bright parts of her fur on her face and her right front leg. Her eyes are a dazzling mixture of greens and blues, caught in the sunlight they can steal your breath. All she has known is darkness, but not the kind of darkness like sadness and despair. All she has known is darkness because night is when her heart soars and her soul comes to life, burning like an untamed wildfire. Dapplecloud was born to two loners, her mother dying during childbirth. She remembers none of this, because before she had even opened her eyes, her father had left her and her siblings at the border of MoonClan. Despite not being of clan blood, Dapplecloud is a MoonClan cat through and through. Dapplecloud is a free and kind soul. She cares about every living creature, from the smallest mouse to the tallest trees. She thanks StarClan and her prey for every catch she makes. She’s a great warrior, and will fight for and defend her clan with all her heart. On the outside, Dapplecloud looks small and delicate, but she’s a burning flame and a light in the night sky that can never be dulled. Mentor-
|E A G L E P A W [F R O S T]| |HH32597| Eaglefrost is a slender beautiful golden brown she-cat with striking blue eyes. She is the daughter of Silvershine and Leopardblaze from their second litter which makes her a distant relative of Moonstar and Lightningstrike. Her pelt is oddly colored since most of her siblings are either a mix of a dark red, ginger, black, or silver, her eyes however, give away her long standing heritage within MoonClan, a sign that she is descended from a long line of MoonClan cats. Eaglefrost has a calculating and cold personality. She isn't outwardly friendly or particularly approachable, but to those who are willing to give her a chance she is the most loyal of friends and there isn't a cat within MoonClan who can say she isn't loyal. Despite her seemingly cold personality she deeply cares for her kin and will do anything to protect them. She is a stellar hunter with a peculiar talent for catching birds and hunting amongst the trees above the ground. Mentor-
|F A L L E N P A W | |Spiderheart| Fallensky is a large orange, cream and white tabby tom with a long silky pelt. The majority of Fallenskys long coat is a dark rich orange with creamy undertones along his belly, legs and face. The front of his muzzle, and chest along with all four of his paws are snowy white. Fallensky has soft blue eyes that stand out noticeably against his bright orange coat. To most Fallensky may seem unapproachable his emotionless eyes an unwelcoming trait, but in truth the tom is quite friendly. Although Fallensky is quiet he is easy to get along with if you can look past the empty glow in his blue eyes, he has never been one to show his feeling so openly the thought of any cat knowing his inner most self terrifying him. Fallensky is gentle and nurturing to those who give him a chance, appreciating the friendships he makes and the trust he is able to earn. The tom is a loyal cat and once you have his trust he will do anything in his power to protect you and be there for you when you need him. If you ever break Fallenskys trust do not expect to gain it back, he has no room in his life for anyone who cannot remain faithful in any way. Fallensky will not beg to be noticed or liked, he does not need every cat to like him and if by chance some cat dislikes him he will gladly keep to himself without holding any ill will towards you. Fallensky was not born to the clan, he and his sister Dapplecloud were left at the MoonClan border as kits by their father and taken into the clan to be raised. Fallensky is thankful for his life and owes so much to the cats who raised him, because of that he has vowed to protect his clan with his life working harder than most to return what was given to him at such a young age. Fallensky often felt like an outcast growing up because he did not carry the blood that runs through his clanmates, but that only made him push harder to prove that he belonged in MoonClan. While his nature is friendly he is a fierce opponent in battle, his large size giving him a slight advantage where he lacks in speed. Fallensky longs to be a father, to raise his kits the way his father never did, to know that they will never be alone or feel like outcasts because of their heritage. Mentor-
|F E A T H E R P A W [C L O U D] |Zuno| As light as a feather, drifting like a cloud across her baby blue gaze. As delicate as a pretty little bird sitting on a fence, singing her songs without a care in the world. Feathercloud lives her life and daintily as sweet as her name implies; carefree and naive with just the slightest hint of narcissism. Her small frame of just barely scruffy silk fur and beautiful appearance of light chocolate tabby-points; barely visible on her face and paws yet darker and pronounced on her ears and tail, all complimented by soft baby blue eyes give her lots of unwanted attention from toms from all walks of life. Her childlike voice and ever youthful aura lets her get away with lying about her age often- a double-edged sword, for she can slip under the radar and get out of sticky situations using light footsteps and babydoll eyes, yet those who know her are well aware of her scary stealth and incredible speed. While not the last born, she is the runt of her litter. While not ridiculed for her size like her brother, she is instead praised for her baby like looks. She spends much of her leisure time grooming herself or otherwise fixing her appearance. Feathercloud was raised by her older siblings, Sparrowstep, Mouserunner, and Petaldusk, when her parents died in a tragic accident. She has four other sisters: Ashpelt, Tinyblaze, Springswirl, and Honeytail. Mentor - Phoenixblaze
|H O N E Y P A W [T A I L]| |Simplylight| She is covered nose to tail-tip with white fur. Splashes of fawn tabby fur stretch across her back and and dapple at her legs. Her eyes earned the first half of her name, honey, because they are warm and amber like the sweet syrup. Honeytail, while quite friendly, is an odd cat. She has an obsession with collecting little trinkets like rocks and leaves and seems to never stay on task. The young molly spends more time with her head in the sand than focused on anything. With several siblings, you can say that she is used to being teased for her scattered nature. Honestly, she kind of owns it. Honeytail is not the type to get offended easily so she never tried to stop it. Not to mention, she loves her siblings and doesn’t want to argue with them. More to come as she is developed. Mentor -
|L U N A R P A W | |Aberrantfox| It is said that the moon has a dark side you simply never get to sea, Weather that is because the moon is shy or ashamed, we may never know. But perhaps it is less complicated than that. Maybe the dark side of the moon is misunderstood. Feared. Lost in translation. Lunarstag is a pitch black short haired tom with large honest harvest moon orange eyes. By any first glance one might assume there was nothing special about this average black cat. But Lunarstag has secrets hidden in his enchanting gaze. The flecks of gold that swirl about in their depths having seen things Lunarstag himself doesn't even remember. While he swears he is born and bred in MoonClan, there are suspicions of his true heritage. While his fur blends well with the MoonClan lifestyle it eerily absorbs the moons light. As if the moon's rays simply pass through him without effect. A strange phenomenon indeed. His eyes and their deep harvest color reminding many of FallClan's renown season. While his paws are small the pads are thick and perfect for rough terrain and cold or hot temperatures causing many to wonder of perhaps SunClan or WinterClan blood flowing in his veins. Lunarstag has a respect for life that is seldom found anywhere quite like it is in SpringClan. Yes he fights like the moral lacking hunters of Primal Instinct. Yet despite all these wondering thoughts of heritage none can deny Lunarstag's loyalty and profound dedication to MoonClan and his clan mates. He is soft spoken, kind, fiercely protective, honor bound, and charming. Mentor -
|S M A L L P A W [C L A W]| |Zuno| A small, sleek black tom with striking hazel colored eyes. Always being teased due to his size has caused him to grow an air of arrogance in order to gain acknowledgment. Speaking with him can quickly become tiring, as his overconfidence tends to be too much for most cats. However, his attitude has made him quite popular with some she-cats in the past. Instead of tending to himself, Smallclaw is known to be very nosey and always hungry for gossip or a conversation. Though, because of the fact that others find it hard to hold a conversation with him, Smallclaw ends up spending most of his time alone. There are times where he comes down to earth and shows truer colors and becomes soft and understanding. Despite the fact that he's hard to talk to, Smallclaw does have some close friends who give him a safe space to let his cocky guard down. He enjoys helping his peers train and going on patrols, always eager to prove his strength and loyalty. Mentor - Laurelmelody
HOOPS WITH DA FUR [DA FUR]
R E P O R T P R E G N A N T C H A R A C T E R S T O H A V E T H E M A D D E D H E R E Recording your Queen their list of kittens here helps the clan with organization and provides an opportunity for people to see any kits available for adoption who are already established in the clan. Truly the opposite of their furthest neighbor, SunClan, the cats of MoonClan prefer the solitude of darkness. The moon is more than just the light that guides their path, but also the deity of which they worship. They find strength when the moon shines brightly down upon them and feel lost when its silver light is overpowered by that of the sun or simply is lost to a new moon. For the most part, despite these cats' tendency to walk through the shadows and worship the night's light, they are rather welcoming and, in most moons, friendly cats unlike their arrogant counterparts. Their territory is thickly crowded with forest, creeks and ponds hidden beneath the moon-dappled shadows. The land slopes into hills along the border with NightClan with a large lake sitting along the border with DayClan. These cats are skilled hunters, swift and accurate even with so little light to aid them. Their fresh-kill pile will often be found stocked with voles and other rodents with fish from the water sources scattered across their land occasionally found amidst their more common prey.
|B E E T L E K I T | |Paogirl18| Bright with laughter, full of wonder, sparked with life. Beetlboo is the son of Spookbat and Snowshod, two warriors who face demons both awake and asleep. His parents are trouble, something he realized when he was but a kit. It wasn't hard. Spookbat would slither into a corner and not come out for days, his father jumped at his own shadow; simple things like that told more than words ever could. For that, he chose to be their laughter. To be their wonder. Their life. Where they could not feel free to live, love, and laugh he would. When his parents weren't themselves this chocolate brown tom would tend to his siblings. While all he could bring them was laughter and fun, it was something to help lighten the days where they're own parents scared them. Even Beetleboo was scared most days, but he pushed it down to show only a smile. His dark yellow eyes would spark at the thought of a game, of his parents' being themselves, at the little things. Games came from things like saying boo at the shadows to chase away fear, from chasing beetles across the den, from finding mother the best leaf they could. Beetleboo understood from a young age that his family was broken, beaten, and in pieces. Yet, he learned to smile through the bad times and the good. To find joy in the little things. It was all a young cat could do in situations like these. So, just say boo to the shadows and smile a little, it makes the days a little brighter.
|C U R V Y K I T [C R E E K]| |Racer| A pretty blue/gray she-cat with blue eyes and a curved scar over her eye that she recieved on the day that she was born. She hates that everyone looks at the scar instead of her. It really frustrating, leaving Curvycreek to work hard to prove that she is more than what she looks like.
|D A I S Y K I T| |Zuno| She’s an incredibly long figure for her age. A slender red body with a mix of darker tabby and bengal markings, and striking amber eyes. Daisykit sounds like she'd be nice, but you would sadly be mistaken. She's a feisty kitten, proud of her heritage and isn't afraid to boast about it. She isn't the type to hesitate starting trouble or making some sort of mischief- in fact, she's usually the instigator and ring leader. She's quite a manipulative feline and enjoys stringing people along her tall tails. Daisykit is too adventurous for her own good, often getting lost and scaring her mother and father, Silvershine and Leopardblaze. Her littermates are Puddlekit, Mudkit, Lightningkit, Eaglekit, and Juniperkit.
|F R O Z E N K I T [L A U G H T E R] |Spiderheart| The world Frozenlaughter lives in is engulfed in silence, the white and silver tabby tom was born with one of his most important senses missing; his hearing. The deaf tom has never known the gifts and horrors of the sounds that swirl around him, never able to know the voices of his clan. Frozenlaughter is the son of Spookback and Snowshod, named after his grandfather Jynxlaughter. The tom never knew why but always noticed the fear that pulsed through his mother and father, as if they were waiting for something to jump out at them from the shadows, because of this he he keeps a watchful eye on them ready to provide as much comfort as he can when they allow him too while being sure to give them the space the need. Frozenlaughter was always protected by his mother, being named after her father made her especially vigilant when it came to his safety not willing to lose such a close connection to the now deceased Jynxlaughter. As a kit he didn't understand the fuss Spookbat made over him and her over protectiveness had caused him to become rebellious of the attention, that on top of every cats fear for him because of his deafness gave him the urge to escape from the many eyes always on him. Through the moons he slowly began to understand many things and for her sanity the tom stayed by Spookbats side to keep her from worrying so much and so he could care for her when she needed it. Frozenlaughter has come to accept his fate, but has never been able to escape the depression that flows through him, he knows he will never be equal to any other cat living in his silent world. He wants to prove to his clan that he is not worthless, but even he finds himself thinking about what his life is worth. In the presence of others Frozenlaughter always has a smile on his face, a ruse to hide his true feelings, surrounded by so many but always lonely. The tom has never spoken before not because he can't he just chooses not to, it seems pointless to him when he wouldn't be able to hear any reply. Frozenlaughter is sweet but reserved afraid to get to close to any cat, what would he be able to do for them the way he is. The only time Frozenlaughter allows his deepest emotions to surface is when he is alone, gazing into nothing with glazed and hollow eyes as his mind swirls around who he is and why he was born this way, a burden to any cat he meets, a burden to his clan for his inability to fully help as a warrior. The sound of silence is his life, his own personal hell.
|H A U N T E D K I T [M O O N]| |Ghost| Her name is truly fitting once you see the look in her piercing yellow eyes, a far off sunken-in look, as though she has seen something that wasn’t meant for her to see. She is slim with dark brown fur that becomes lighter brown as you move towards her stomach, her paws and tail tip are the same light brown. Her whiskers are long and often nearly tangled and her medium length fur can oftentimes be found messily groomed, sticking up all over the place. Though not very careful with her appearance, she is extremely detail-oriented when it comes to watching others, always seeing beyond what others around her can see. She is observant, perhaps too observant to things around her, and it didn’t take her long to notice the way her mother acted. Though Spookbat was always there for her, Hauntedmoon, was quick to see the fear in her mother’s eyes and the way she would run to hide when there was even the slightest of sounds. Hauntedmoon began to keep to herself, afraid of bothering her mother and causing her to become upset, she didn’t want to make things harder on the cat who was already trying her hardest. In her free time, Hauntedmoon would wander around and watch the cats around the camp, noticing the little odd behaviors of others and seeing the quirks that they all possessed. It gave her comfort to know that she could notice subtle things before others could, and that one day it could possibly come in handy. Over times she began to be drawn more and more to the elder’s den, intrigued by the cats who resided there. As she began to listen to them, they enlightened Hauntedmoon to the idea of the Moon God. Instantly, the she-cat was hooked on what she was being told and it quickly became somewhat of an obsession for her to think about the sky, the moon, and the world outside of her own. Her belief is what some could call radical and a bit eccentric as she can be found every night and morning praying intently to the Moon God. She will sometimes pass off her observations to others as signs of the Moon God’s work and though she knows it is wrong to act as though she has seen him, she can’t stop herself from using her skill to try to fake being close to the God she so greatly loves.
|J U N I P E R K I T| |Cleaver| Intensely curious yet patient, her simple determination is her charm. She is straightforward and honest, and she rarely tries to dress up her beliefs in fancy language or manipulate others: she believes the facts speak for themselves and misleading other cats won't help her in the long run. After all, she's a pretty poor liar, and she knows if she tried to keep a secret from her parents Silvershine and Leopardblaze they'd find out and get upset with her. Juniperkit hates it when others are upset with her. Instead, she relies on her honesty and persistence to get her what she wants. She's very polite and has enough confidence to approach cats and ask for what she wants, but she's not very good at taking no for an answer, and will continue to ask until she gets the answer she wants. Her curiosity always finds its way. A sleek silver tabby with blue eyes, Juniperkit has five siblings: Puddlekit, Mudkit, Lightningkit, Eaglekit, and Daisykit.
|L I G H T N I N G K I T | |Katiana| Dark red she-cat with green eyes. The daughter of Leopardblaze and Silvershine, she was the first born of their second litter. She has three older siblings namely Timberfrost, Pinesong, and Flamingsoul, who left MoonClan to join Primal Instinct before Lightningblaze was born. Her siblings from the same litter are Puddlekit, Eaglekit, Juniperkit, Daisykit, and Mudkit.
|N I M B L E K I T [R A I N] |Zuno| A blue and white patched tom with green eyes. He is very outgoing and curious, often running away from camp and getting lost in the forest. He has a short temper and snaps to anger very quickly. Nimblerain is the son of Timberfrost and Cloudjumper.
|M I S T Y K I T [W I S H]| |Owlets| A beautiful pelt littered with dark grey spots with a silvery white undertone, could be deemed as a moon with black spots or a cloud covering it up. Her eyes are a light green color, much like a lime or a newly turning green leaf. Her body is lithe and long. Her fur is short, making it easy for her to move quickly and silently through the undergrowth of MoonClan territory, her home. Mistywish is a kind, cooperative, smart, collected, intelligent, graceful, caring, and wishful she-cat who puts her Clan, her family and religion, above anything else, even above friendships and allies. She thinks only about what is best for her clan and family and rarely does anything just for herself. She thinks only about "What can I do today to make my clan stronger and make lives easier?" She goes beyond the call of a warrior and never asks for anything in return. If offered, she would take it, so she doesnt seem rude, but in the end she does it because it makes her happy, not because she wants to be recognized or given an award, but because she wants to do it. Mistywish was born to two MoonClan warriors. They had taught her to be kind, gentle, to work hard, and be patient as well as to take care of those less fortunate or weaker than herself. That is what she strives to do, even though others scoff at her and tease, she looks the other way or gives them a friendly smile and goes on her way. If it came to battles and fights, she would rather be at camp defending those within the walls or helping the injured than to fight in the field. If nothing else works, then she will not hesitate to lift a claw to defend those she cares about, if necessary. Her parents had given up their lives in a battle with a pack of rats that tried to take over the territory. Before that, they couldnt think of a good name for their little girl, so until she was three moons old, she had no name, nothing that really stood out. The morning before their death, they named her Misty, not because she was grey but because she showed she was intelligent. She was later given the suffix of "wish" because she wished to be just like her parents and die in battle and is seen as an extremely caring and wishful cat.
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Mudpuddle is a handsome silver tabby tom with ginger smudges and blue-gray eyes. He is goofy, yet respectful, and a good hearted tom. He is out-going and welcoming. He loves to play and goof off, rarely taking things serious but will be a strong warrior when his clan needs him to be. He is one of Silvershine and Leopardblaze's kits from the second litter.
|P U D D L E K I T| |Sinful| Silver and white tabby tom with green eyes. Son of Silvershine and Leopardblaze, descendant of Lightningstrike and Moonstar. Sibling of Lightningkit, Eaglekit, Juniperkit, Daisykit, and Mudkit.
