☾ Moonclan ☽ The Swift and Silent

“Not a chance! I caught it fair and square, and I need it more than you lugs do!” The rouge extended his claws, though his eyes flickered around as though looking for an escape route.

Tigershade gave a growl, only to stop suddenly and remember his sister’s words, and Dogstep’s suggestions. He looked at Tinyflame and relaxed, pulling his claws back in. He mewed.

“Wait...wait, everyone take a breath here. We’re all hungry but, I must admit that your hunting technique was incredibly swift.” He looked at the rouge, who gave a blink of confusion.

Tiny flame looked at Tigershade, narrowing her eyes in confusion before realizing what he was doing. She sheathed her claws in and let her fur lay flat. “Yes, you’re an impressive hunter,” she conceded. “In fact, we could use a cat with your hunting skills in MoonClan.”

Nectarleaf glanced at Littlethorn, narrowing her eyes thoughtfully. “I agree,” She meowed. “Why should StarClan bless Emberstar’s clan but leave ours to barely survive?” She gazed across the river at the territory that belonged to their fiercest enemies. “What’s so special about SunClan that they should fare so well while we only have enough cats to send two on each patrol?” She sighed, shaking her head, letting her anxiety for her Clan show.

Dogstep nodded. “Don’t get me wrong, I think it is an honorable sacrifice to make. But... I just remember the days when she was a warrior, and insisted she would never take a mate or have kits. She wanted to be the strongest warrior there’s ever been. Of course, I don’t mean that by having kits she’s weak, but...” He shook his head, unsure of how to express what he was thinking. He admired his leader’s courage to do something she had never wanted to do for the sake of her Clan, but he hated that she was in a position where she had to.

“You’re lying. Nobody does that.” The brown and white rouge denied, shaking his head. He didn’t move to run though, inwardly intreauged. He had been by himself since kithood.

Littlethorn paused for a moment, seeing Nectarleaf's worry for MoonClan. He touched his tail to her shoulder. "We'll keep working hard to pull through." He meowed, nodding to the deputy seriously. "

Hornetstrike narrowed her eyes as she scented for signs of DayClan across the border, torn between staying focused and discussing the recent turn of events. "I don't think any of us could have predicted the circumstances we would fall under when we were younger." She meowed, and she looked over at Dogstep. "When I was younger, I swore I would be the next leader."

In the cold and hunger-driven environment, the rouge was tempted rather quickly. These cats were clearly better fed and strong, and worked together. The tom relaxed slowly, swallowing and mewing.
“...Wren...my name’s Wren. Why would you want me to join you when I just apparently took prey from you?”

Drake slunk through the shade of the trees that dotted the edge of the river between Sunclan and Moonclan, his whiskers twitching and ears as water dripped off his pelt. The tom was trying to dry his fur out before returning back his den, figure he could also hunt to pass the time. 

|| Featherlgiht || She-cat || Medicine Cat || is a gentle silver colored tabby she-cat. She has white "socks" and underbelly, and has clear blue eyes with specks of navy. Her fur is soft like feathers, from which she received her name. || She's a very organized cat with, and is especially keen on her herbs up keep and stock. She doesn't like when things get out of place. Featherlight can be a bit ditzy at times. It's easy to get her distracted talking about things she loves. Despite this, she tries to maintain maturity when speaking to others. Featherlight is very serious about her work and doesn't appreciate when other cats try to intervene or are in the way. She takes her job as a medicine cat very seriously, especially when she has cats to take care of. Featherlight loves to spend time outside the camp at night anyplace she can see the stars more clearly. She tends to be very socialable, and tries to keep a relationship with nearly every cat. || Tansyleaf (Mother, deceased)) || As a kit, her mother had passed a few moons after she was born due to an unknown illness. Featherlight was mortified that a disease could take loved ones so easily, and how she was now all alone. This is when Featherlight became determined not to let this happen to anymore cats, and when she decided to become a medicine cat. She doesn't like to speak of her kithood, as it brings up unhappy memories. || Moonlight / Stardust || Dᴀᴡɴ Rɪsɪɴɢ --» ||




|| Riverheart || She-cat || Warrior || Riverheart is a dark brown tabby she-cat with white paws, tail tip, and chest fur. Her fur is sleek and coarse. She has deep blue eyes with silver flecks. || Riverheart is a reserved and pessimistic she-cat. She doesn't have the best outlook on life, and tends to see the negative in a lot of things. Riverheart doesn't share her thoughts too often, however. She respects the opinions of others when it comes to comments she may make. Sometimes, however, she cannot help herself. Riverheart doesn't believe she is deserving of other cats kindness, and will often hide how she is feeling from others. She has little hope in herself because of her past, and finds herself wondering what she's meant to do with her life. Riverheart hates being pitied, and can become angry. Riverheart holds in her emotions, most of the time to an unhealthy amount, and does her best not to lash out at others when she is unstable. She will often excuse herself to be alone to calm herself down. || Foxpetal (Mother, deceased), Talonbramble (Father, deceased) || When Riverheart was a young apprentice, she almost drowned in one of the surrounding rivers. Her father, Talonbramble, his apprentice, and Riverheart's mentor had taken the two apprentices out to learn how to swim. Riverheart was already nervous, but her father and her mentor encouraged her. When it was her turn to enter the water, she panicked. Riverheart stood still in fear and was swept away by the current. She was unable to keep herself above the water and sunk below the surface. Luckily, her mentor was able to catch her downstream an pull her from the water. She nearly survived the experience. Ever since then, Riverheart has been terrified of water, and despises her name. She is one of, if not the only cat who won't fish in MoonClan. Her father, Talonbramble, was very angry with Riverheart for not being strong enough to swim. He told was ashamed to have a daughter who shamed him like she did. He put her down and made her feel ashamed for not being strong nor brave enough. He treated her horribly while he was still alive, and told her she would never be a great warrior. Riverheart has developed many issues from this treatment. || Moonlight / Stardust || Dᴀᴡɴ Rɪsɪɴɢ --» ||




|| Stormstriker || Tom || Warrior || Stormstriker is a large, long furred, dark grey tabby tom. His pelt is peppered with scars, including a distinct scar over his right eye. His eyes are a deep yellow with lighter flecks. || Stormstriker is a strong and overconfident cat. He is great at manipulation, and can twist his words and put up acts that fuel him ambitions. He doesn't much care how others think, and sometimes lacks empathy all together. He's aggressive at times and finds great satisfaction in making his enemies feel afraid of him. Stromstriker knows he is a powerful cat and skilled in fighting, and takes this to his advantage by intimidating others. The tom has a desire to lead, and thinks he is worthy to do so. However, Stromstriker has mixed feelings about Clan life. Of course, he is willing to wait as long as possible to get what he wants. || Silvertail (Mother, deceased), Father unknown (Rogue, unknown) || Stormstriker's mother was Clanborn, however, his father was a rogue outside of the Clan. His mother passed when he was an apprentice, leaving him with no kin left inside the Clan. His mentor praised him often for his skill in fighting, sparking the confidence he has today. || Moonlight / Stardust || Dᴀᴡɴ Rɪsɪɴɢ --» ||




|| Hazelleaf|| She-cat || Warrior || Hazelleaf is a long furred calico she-cat. Her paws and nose are a lighter, soft pink. Her eyes are a light forest green. || Hazelleaf is a strong willed and determined she-cat. She has a great sense of humor and loves the company of others, making her friendly towards her Clanmates. She's optimistic, having the habit of finding the good in many situations. Hazelleaf takes pride in her loyalty to the Clan, and makes sure she does her best to provide for her Clanmantes. As much of a social butterfly as she is, Hazelleaf herself doesn't have a desire to be in a relationship. She is afraid of that type of commitment to someone, and doesn't want to put her heart out in the open once again. || Minnowsplash (Mother, deceased), Ripplebreeze (Father, deceased) || Hazelleaf's upbringing was typical for most Clan cats. She was raised to be loyal and to do her part for the Clan. She held herself to these standards. Multiple moons ago, Hazelleaf was hunting alone when she met a strange loner inside their territory. Hazelleaf was hostile at first, but something about the tom intrigued her. Eventually, the two started seeing each other in secret, seemingly growing a romantic relationship. One night, however, it was discovered that an intruder had been sneaking into the camp at night to steal herbs and food from the freshkill pile through a weakness in the barrier. Hazelleaf was part of the group that chased the intruder away, when she noticed it was the tom. Angry, she met him the next night. The tom told her he had used her to steal supplies for his group of loners, and she was a fool for trusting a stranger. Hazelleaf, broken hearted, chased him away for good and returned to the camp grief stricken. She told herself she would never love another cat again, and she should never have betrayed the Clan in such a way. Hazelleaf has dedicated herself to following the codes of the Clan in attempt to redeem herself. No one ever knew about her secret relationship. || Moonlight / Stardust || Dᴀᴡɴ Rɪsɪɴɢ --» ||




|| Finchpaw || Tom || Apprentice || Finchpaw is a small, wiry brown tabby tom with a cream colored underbelly. He has darker brown spot dotted around his entire body. His are are piercing yellow. Finchpaw has very narrow features; his ears, body frame, and jaw. No matter how much he eats, he always manages to be thin for a cat. || Finchpaw is a very curious cat, and is very determined to learn. He likes to think about everything and the way it works. Sometimes he can think about things a little too much. Finchpaw tends to get really excited at times, especially when it come to exploring or doing something for the first time. Surprisingly for his size, he jumps and climbs very well. He also has a habit of hiding in small spaces; it makes him feel safe and comfortable. || Blossomshine (Mother, deceased), Gingerkit (Sister, deceased), Quailkit (Sister, deceased) || Finchpaw has always been prone to contracting diseases due to his size. He almost died of green cough when he was only two moons old, something that took his mother and two siblings from him. Finchpaw was devastated by their deaths. He hopes to make them proud, however, and wants to become the best warrior he can be. || Moonlight / Stardust || Dᴀᴡɴ Rɪsɪɴɢ --» ||

Dᴀᴡɴ Rɪsɪɴɢ --»

Your cats are added, and Finchpaw's mentor is Dogstep!

Jaggedpaw || Male || Apprentice || A black tom with a pink nose, and a crooked tail. His eyes are blue. || A skittish, sensitive tom. He is easily frightened. He is a dreamer, and tends to have trouble paying attention, but when he actually becomes comfortable he has a kit-like energy to contrast his more reserved exterior. He gets attached quite easily, especially to cats he admires, and will do just about anything for them. || Clanborn || Warrior name is Jaggedtail. || videocassette ||

(Howdy! I have Sleekfin and Murkywater open.)

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Jaggedpaw was laying in camp with his tail wrapped tightly around himself. He was looking around, noticing how busy the warriors were. He decided he didn’t want to be a bother by asking around for work to do. He nodded his head in greeting to Finchpaw. “I-I saw Dogstep go on patrol with Hornetstrike.” He mewed.