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female(she/her) - 36 moons - bisexual - commander(S-Rank) - warlock(rattlesnake) 

As her name implies, this molly has a rather dark complexion. Thick, pitch black fur covers her from ears to tail-tip. It's long and feathery, especially on her plumed tail. Not another speck of color lingers on her, even her nose and paw pads are a dark smoky gray. Her eyes are a deep yellow, bright against her night colored fur. They're also wide and round, a prominent feature on her fluffy face. Large, gruesome scars cover her stomach but are mostly hidden by her fur. A few smaller ones lie across her legs and right hip. The amulet around her neck is made out of ametrine and shaped to look like a rattle snake preparing to strike. Midnightstar is a fair-minded leader with a strong sense of justice and dedication. However, as a feline so young, many in the clan think she might be in over her head. She's very spirited, which can come across as snarky in certain situations. Midnightstar has plenty of confidence and isn't really one to back down from a challenge or overthink her actions. She handles her clan with respect for the most part, but struggles to consult others before making decisions. As an S-Rank, she's used to answering only to herself and as a result she doesn't really think to ask the opinions of others before making a choice she perceives as fair and correct. As a commander the warlock is normally on the side of peace, focusing on finding ways to find a compromise or some sort of treaty that will keep the violence to a minimum. Midnightstar can take on more than her share of the work around camp, often going above and beyond in her duties, which can be awful for her health. 

Midnightstar was born into the clan to a pair of warriors called, Ebonystrike and Darkwhisker. They raised her and her siblings pretty averagely and she had a perfectly normal apprenticeship. As a mercenary she quickly climbed the ranks, astounding her much older peers especially when Valestar chose her as his General only a few moons ago. After losing his final life to a malevolent ghost, she took his spot a Commander. 

n/a | open | Her ability that links her to her rattlesnake spirit animal is venom. She can excrete the stuff from both her claws and her fangs but only twice a day and Midnightstar herself gets sick for a day afterwards while the venom runs through her body, though it won't kill her. 

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Pumpkinpatch
female(she/her) - 23 moons - asexual - exorcist - normal
This feline is on the daintier side, a bit smaller than most of her full grown clan mates and with a lot less muscle tone. Her base coat is a snowy white, which makes it difficult for her to camouflage herself well in their dense territory. Her name is definitely stemmed from the large orange patches that splatter all across her fur. She has thin fur which does nothing to hide the small scars that litter her legs. There's an especially long one that runs down from her right hip to her paw. She has a small feminine face, which is mostly white with a single patch of orange behind her left eye. She has a pair of bright green eyes. Pumpkinpatch is a timid thing, normally keeping to herself. She has severe social anxiety and prefers to hide in the shadows - not that her pelt makes it easy. Quiet and soft-spoken, when she does try to speak it's very easy for her clan mates to talk over her or even forget she's there. To be honest, Pumpkinpatch almost prefers it that way at times. Kind is definitely a word that comes to mind when one thinks of this patched feline and she is a great listener. She's greatly sympathetic towards others problems and is easily swayed by pain or sorrow. A big old softie.  
Pumpkinpatch was born to a single mother named Littlemouse, who was an anxious cat and always warned her kits of the dangers of the world. While most of her siblings thought that this was nonsense, she took some of those concerns to heart - mostly about other cats. Talking and speaking up to a group of clan mates can be such a terror for her that she will generally do anything to avoid it. 
n/a | open | n/a
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Crimsonfeather
female(she/her) - 28 moons - heterosexual - mercenary(B-Rank) - vampire
A very pale silvery sheen covers the majority of her average length coat. Her ears are tall and sit proud on top of her head, matched with long white whiskers and a dusky tan nose. Black spotted tabby markings, closely resembling an Egyptian Mau, cross her pelt from her forehead, down to the the very tip of her long tail. Crimsonfeather is a very agile, lean female who is missing her left ear, as it was torn off in a battle against a demon. She has dark red eyes that mark her for what she is.  Crimsonfeather is a genuine molly who believes in complete honesty, even if that makes her come off as a bit blunt at times. She's not one for playing games or tip-toeing around situations, if she has a problem, she'll speak up about it and get it off her chest. As a warrior who grew up with strong role models, she has a strong grasp on her own sense of right and wrong. This can make her opinionated and stubborn, especially when something goes against her inner morals. Crimsonfeather is deeply maternal, especially as she was the oldest of her litter. The fierce protectiveness she takes over her loved ones, whether they are her actual kits or not, can be compared to a mother bear defending her cubs. This can be verbally or physically and in life threatening situations or simple arguments. Injustice is not something that the molly can stand and she will always do what she believes is right, even before following the code.
She was born as the oldest of her litter and her mother was a very distant, cold feline named Lightface. Their father was an unknown vampire who never stepped up to claim them. As the oldest, Crimsonfeather always believed that she needed to take care of her younger litter mates and took on a mothering role from a young age. 
n/a | open | She has the normal vampire abilities. 
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Grimwolf
male(he/him) - 31 moons - bisexual - mercenary(A-Rank) - warlock(wolf)
He is a large, muscular cat though it's hard to tell under all that fur. Grimwolf has a deep gray tabby pelt with smokey stripes. The lighter colors on his pelt consist of a soft cream stomach, chest and paws. Deep scars mar his shoulders, chest, flanks, and stomach. His left ear is nearly shredded and a scar over his right eye has nearly rendered it sightless. His left eye is a vibrant amber but the other has unfortunately faded and dulled due to the damage it has taken. The amulet around his neck is made out of moonstone and is shaped into a wolf howling. As rugged as he appears, Grimwolf is a loyal and dedicated warrior. He is a bit gruff and rough around the edges but that's the way he's always been. His pain tolerance is rather high, he doesn't complain about much and is more willing to take care of others than himself. He has these walls that he's built around himself that he's careful he doesn't let anyone too close. Grimwolf has a temper on him, that he barely keeps leashed at times. This can result in lashing out and or picking and getting into fights. Often cases he doesn't even mean half the things he says in the heat of his anger. After knowing true loss at such a young age, the scarred tom tends to be over-protective of those who manage to get close to him. He wasn't born inside the clan, he came to them as a rogue beaten and near death, curled tightly around his sister. They healed him and took him in but no one has been able to get his past out of him or his sister.
Mentioned above.
n/a | His sister is Duskhound. | The power he gained from his wolf spirit is the ability to heighten his senses, his sight, smell, and hearing to that of the superior wolf.
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Hawthornpaw
male(he/him) - 9 moons - heterosexual - private - warlock(falcon)
Though he started out as a skinny feline, he has put in the hard work to build up his athletic form. Hawthornpaw is a light tan colored tom with thick, dark tabby stripes covering him from head to tail-tip. Lighter cream colored fur lingers around the tom's mouth, eyes, underbelly, and toes. To accent his peachy pink nose, a faint hue of ginger rests right above it which accents the similar hints around the rims of his ears. Bright apple green eyes settle into his face. His amulet is shaped into a falcon with it's wings spread mid-flight and it's made from malachite. Hawthornpaw is the type of cat who takes the world by storm. He's confident and outgoing, a tom who is aware of his strengths and knows how to use them to his advantage. There is a calm sort of arrogance about him, almost a sort of swagger. A debonair tom with a charming, boyish grin. His personality shines through as mostly playful and easygoing, much how he wants it to, hiding a deeper intelligence. Trouble is his middle name and the warrior is certainly not afraid of facing it, in fact most say he has a fool's courage about him. Hawthornpaw a huge flirt, messing with all the mollies. He is a giant tease with who often gets eye-rolls and even cuffs to his ears. This of course only encourages him more. A bit on the lazier side, he enjoys taking his sweet time and messing around above all else. 
Hawthornpaw was born into the clan.
n/a | open | The gifts he was given by his falcon spirit is a set of large talons, which are wickedly sharp and thick. He can only keep his claws transformed into these talons for a limited amount of time however. 
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Zephyrpaw
male(he/him) - 7 moons - homosexual - private(necromancer) - hybrid(demon)
A demon hybrid with light gray fur - a true oddity. To be fair, he does have smoky color-point markings and matching rings around his tail. His paws and tail tip are pitch black but he has white freckle like specks beneath his eyes. A single black horn sits on his forehead and his right sclera is black. His eyes are a vivid electric blue. He has a lanky build with lean muscles. Zephyrpaw is a quiet tom, with a meticulous mind. There is very little that get's by him and his sharp judgement. The tomcat lives in a cat eat cat world, where there is little room for weakness or mercy. From a young age he was taught that only the strong survive and he has yet to find a flaw in his teachings. He's a cynical one, with little dependence on hope or love. He keeps his claws sharp and his mind sharper, always preparing and expecting the worst out of others. Trust doesn't come easily to Zephyrpaw at all, there are probably very few that he would let at his back, aside from his brother. There is dedication in him, for he is the type of feline who needs a mission, something to work towards. He will be loyal to that mission, seeing it through till the end. He can often underestimate his own strength and this has caused him to accidentally injure some of his clan mates, which is enough of a reason for him to try and keep his distance. It's rare for Zephyrpaw to relax but when he does he can actually be a sarcastic, witty tom. There is two sides to every coin and there is definitely a heart deep down somewhere in this feline.
He was born in the clan.
n/a | His brother is Batpaw. | Normal demonic hybrid powers.
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