☾MoonClan☽ The Quick and the Quiet

|| Blizzardstripe || She-cat || Warrior || Lean, but less than graceful, Blizzardstripe is less like the pretty and more handsome. Her face is angular and regal looking, with the rest of her body following this same pattern. Her fur is sleek and well groomed, soft to the touch and short in length. She is grey in color, with white tabby markings and white paws, and brilliant blue eyes. She’s scar free for now, though that isn’t likely to remain true for long. || Blizzardstripe is short tempered and quick of wit, with a tongue that will scratch you just as sure as her claws will. Her bite is obvious in her words, a sassy and sarcastic nip behind most phrases. However, inside, she’s a loyal cat and even has a softer spot for kits and younger apprentices. All other cats should watch out, however. || She has no living kin. || She was born in Moonclan. || Moonlight, starlight || lupusalbum99 ||



|| Bearpaw || Tom || Apprentice || Bearpaw is a stocky young cat with a heavyset body and huge paws. His fur is an always ruffled dark brown color, thick and wild. His eyes are golden and full of wonder. He’s got a scar on his left leg from a fight with another cat. || Bearpaw is rather serious and always curious, full of endless wonder. While he’s laid back, he is anything but lazy and works hard at all that he does. This sometimes does cause him to stress out and overwork himself to the point of exhaustion, as he must have everything done right. || His mother and father were killed by a fox not long after he became an apprentice. || He was born to two Moonclan cats who sadly were killed. || Warrior name: Bearclaw || lupusalbum99 ||



|| Batwing || Tom || Elder || Batwing is a slender, almost skinny dark brown tom with golden eyes. His left ear is missing and his right ear is heavily nicked, with other various scars littered about his body. The older tom is newly retired, so he still retains a bit of bite from when he was a warrior. || The tom is quite snarky and short tempered, with a tendency to be very vicious when needed. He snaps quickly and is fierce, which makes him still a force to fear. His age has not softened him and he will claw your ears off if he feels like you need it. || Probably Bearpaw’s grandfather || His father was a rogue cat that he never knew, so he grew up with his mother in the clan. He lived and fought for the clan up until his retirement. || lupusalbum99 ||

[ Hey Lupa! Welcome to Moonclan cx ]

Bearpaw sat just outside the apprentices' den, cleaning himself slowly and keeping an eye out for his mentor. He wanted badly to go out and train, but he knew that he couldn't until he was allowed to do so. Hunting was starting to sound pretty nice, though...

Batwing had nestled himself up against the wall of the elders' den, licking a paw and then rubbing it behind his only ear. His eyes peered around the camp, glittering softly as he enjoyed the weak sunlight that he was laying in.

Bearpaw let out a soft noise when she bumped into him, nearly being knocked over. He did manage to stay upright, swinging his head around to look at who had run into him. A soft purr left the stocky tom when he recognized Pondpaw. "No, it's okay. No harm done and I am sitting a little in the way."