MIDNIGHTPAW | REVERLY

WAXING

A larger siamese she cat with long, sweeping white fur bar for her face and ears, which are a dark, near black brown which surrounds her blue eyes like two sunken sapphires. There is a constant knowing on her face, a look to her as if she can see right through you, like she can see through everyone. She holds a presence in a room, not because she beomes the focus of it, but because she seems above it; like she lives to do her own thing and walk to her own beat and drum. She talks too loud, her laugh is a deep bass, and she laughs at almost everything. As if the world itself is an odd, amusing thing, as if everyone is somehow funny to her. She used to dabble in fortune-telling and readings; she was the first cat expectant queens go to to get a telling on their future kits, she was who students who are red in the face, giddy over their first crushes meet to have her tell them if they'll find true love soon, she was the one who gloats she's predicted the death dates of all her clan-mates, and gives a good, hearty laugh at that too. Then one say she went on a patrol and fell victim to an accident of foolish nature. Now she walks with a permanent limp and must rest frequently. Her healing, her pain, her ruined future she holds fiercly against those she considereds part of it. She knows the names of those she thinks failed her and quietly stews in her resentment and desire for revenge. Bitter and chipped to pieces she is a force of nature more so than ever. For despite her disability she still fills of a room with her presence, she still seems to see and know all. How much she's bluffing and how much she actually knows is impossible to say, she plays her cards close to her chest.

RPED BY CHILDE

HIDDENMESSAGE

There is no use in wasting your words for those who will not understand them. It was what her father whispered to her when she cried about being excluded from games as a kit. So wronged she had felt then, young and impressionable not yet aware that there was a whole wide world out there that was ready to chew her up and spit her out. There was something almost funny about how such a simply caution changed her whole approach to life. She let her words become scare, let herself become demure and polite instead of boastful and stern. Hiddenmessage holds her thoughts close and her expressions closer. The ice of her eyes extends to her soft appearance, toughening it into something that can cut. But while she might not speak often that does not mean she does not have opinions. Of those she had many and in truth should she speak them she will speak them with confidence and without doubt. Never has she doubted her thoughts since those kithood days and in her growth she had learned to stand for what she believes in and stand firm. It was her ability to weave her words so skillfully that won her loner mate Grendel a place in Moonclan when normally they would have both been chased off for her flagrant breaking of the rules. Is is her self-assured nature that kept her moving when she learned Grendel had been playing her for a fool, that let her turn her nose up in the face of his betrayal and give a cold shouldered. Her weaknesses, her hurts, are her own to bear and not many have earn the trust to see. A queen without a throne and a heart wrapped in thorns she is a beast ready to devour with the right provocation.

RPED BY STARK RAVING MAD

FERALPAW | WOLF

WAXING

Born to the monsters under the bed Feralpaw seemed to be born with his teeth bared in a snarl. His parents were delighted by the fierce little monster they had born into the world. His kithood was one brawl after another, shoving other kits into the dirt and crowing his victory with a well catered arrogance. When his parents disappeared on a patrol his internal anger only grew, his episodes grew more violent. Becoming a student did nothing to hinder his growing aggression. If anything it seemed to stoke the flames even higher, Feralwolf gathering a group of others as his lackeys and delighting in his self-gifted crown. His small size hindered him little and he seemed to overcome every opponent put in front of him. Until the lamb fought back and he became one of the victims he so readily made. It was his first loss and one of the most devastating, losing one of his bright golden eyes to infection and the confidence of his peers that had so eagerly before followed his lead. Forever scarred by the lesson the lamb imparted on him, it was the first time he ever faced true consequence and did so much more than any scolding he had ever gotten before. Learning how fickle loyalty was and that not every cat was prey. It did nothing to change his drive to always be on top though, if anything it pushed him harder to improve. He might not chase and bully those around him anymore but he does not shy from challenging others to spars. Still baring his teeth at the prospect of a fight, his own remaining eye shining with his eagerness. Forever the wolf, he never loses; he either wins or he learns.

RPED BY VEXINGCODE

GLOSSPAW | HOPPER

A blue mask and mantle tom with green eyes. He tends to run once things are tense. He is afraid of natural disasters. He thinks Duskslayer and Bloodyhearts are brothers. He is gentle. He aspires to be deputy. He never dreams.

RPED BY BIYUU

RAVENPAW | SHADOW

Despair lays its roots so easily, nestling down into your heart and almost impossible to scrap out. It lingers, the memory of it weighs and tugs at your thoughts until it shadows even those. When you think you have finally left it behind you feel it haunting your steps, see it in your eyes, in your shadow. Ravenshadow has been cursed with this despair since his young humble beginnings. Mother passing during his birth and father never moonclan-staff-named he grew up as just a simple orphan. No one to give him special attention and no doting words of love, encouragement, or praise. When he became a student he thought this would change, he had hopes towards friendships. Instead he gained romance and it swept him up with the force of a hurricane. So quickly he lost himself to it that it became the force of gravity he orbited around. When his sun was torn away he crumbled, all life died inside of him and he became a shadow of that tom he so briefly was. All he learned with his first love was lost in the despair that chased the memories of those lessons. His smile became a fleeting thought, the muscles forgetting what it was to hold something so bright for long. Where he was once boisterous and free he was now quiet and reserved. The scars of his misplaced affections and scorned heart lay deep and pull with every day. His dreams are often cruel reminders of the happiest time of his life. His heart was lost to the other and never returned, so he has learned to live without it.

RPED BY DOT

OMENPAW | SHARD

WANING

Light orange tom with pumpkin colored eyes. A short-tempered fiery tom with a tendency to lose his grasp on his emotions. Omenshard has a difficult time with the ways of the clan, being his personality is so split between waning and waxing – he tries his best to be the strong, confident cat he wants to be, but so often turns into the unstable, emotional cat he was born as.

RPED BY FAEISH

SCARLETPAW | WITCH

WAXING

A soft looking brown and gray tabby she-cat with bright blue eyes. Scarletwitch tends to be cool and collected and very keen on quiet observation. Her watchful nature leads to leverage over others due to overheard conversations and seeing things others thought were private. Manipulation is the name of her game, playing into other cats’ emotions to get to what she wants, or even just out of boredom. The alignment that may best describe her character would be chaotic neutral.

RPED BY FAEISH

COSMICPAW | HORIZON

WAXING

Is there an absolute truth? No one really knows. They say the universe expands, and speeds up the more it does, and that one day, billions of years from now, it'll expand faster than the speed of light, and we'll reach the cosmic horizon, where the galaxies beyond our own will no longer be visible in the night sky. Things will look darker, and perhaps by then, we'll assume the universe is static, unmoving and unchanging, and that we're the only ones out there in the cold, dark, lonely universe. How fascinating, to live today, and to understand something our descendants will not! Cosmichorizon has always been fascinated by the world he cannot see. He's not fully blind, but his eyes don't work as well as others do; he can see up close but things blur when they go farther and farther away. There's a milky cover across his eyes that slowly renders him blind, but that doesn't make him less of a dreamer, and he makes every effort to be just as good as anyone else by allowing his other senses to cover for him. Perhaps it is his lack of reliance on his vision that allows him to see the truths of the universe. He's heard stories, of mountains in a rainbow colour, of salt flats in which you can touch the sky, of ancient tunnels under the earth, of pink salt lakes and lights glowing in the sky reflecting green and purple in a sky as dark as his pelt, and he's forever fascinated, dreaming of the day he can see it once again, despite knowing deep inside, that this dream may never come true. Cosmichorizon is an idealist, the kind of cat who truly sees the best in every situation, and he believes that no, there is no absolute truth, because even if there was, he doubts he'll ever comprehend it. All he can do is to keep looking at that horizon and wonder whether we're truly alone in the universe.

ROLEPLAYED BY ACHROMATIC

PEACHPAW | BELLE

WAXING

A petite orange-cream tabby with striking amber eyes, she's a stunning sight to behold. When she walks, she commands a presence in a room from her sight alone, she seems to move an walk in the same ethereal way that sunlight flickers through cracks in a wall. A quiet cat who never betrays more about herself than need be, she perhaps got her title as waxing because of her own reserved nature. Inside she's soft spoken, gentle, kind, but she holds it behind an air of distance and a portrayal of a perfect waxing cat. Perhaps forever fractured by the culling that took her parents' lives, she is slow to love, but when she does it becomes an obsessive thing, one of desperation and a need to hold on. It's why she is so impossibly close to her sister Strawberrysparkle, something of a helicopter sibling to her, as if constantly afraid something will happen to her.

RPED BY STARK RAVING MAD

SNOWDROPPAW | SILHOUETTE

WANING

The turn from leaf bare to newleaf is one of the most anticipated times of the year. And the first signs of this time are the flowers Snowdropsilhouette was named after. Was she supposed to represent this hope, a hope for a better time? But they hang their heads low, almost touching the ground. And it leads her to wondering if she is doing the same. Snowdropsilhouette's coat lives up to her name. A mostly grey pelt like shadows, the only distinction is the white along her chest, face and front legs. Her eyes are a rich amber, like the sun at dusk. Perfect for a Moonclan cat. She found Moonclan peaceful before the culling. Living here was easy, as was falling for Fawnpaw. For how young they were, Snowdroppaw was excited for their small family. It pacified the part of her that felt so out of place, that something was wrong. She couldn't have predicted the culling, or where their little clan would be now. Her small joys, the reason she was safe to begin with, were torn from her without a second thought. Maybe it was the ease that kept her and Fawnpaw together, maybe there was nothing there to begin with. She doesn't know, and she isn't sure she ever will now that they've split. Her life has turned upside down, and it's all Puzzlemaker's fault. Snowdropsilhouette wants to be mad, to just take her kits back and leave this place. But her anger was doused in the water of fear. So she hangs her head, like the snowdrop. Unable to feel that hope that just feels like a distant dream now.

RPED BY UNKNOWNHEARTS

CONDORPAW | LEGS

WAXING

Condorlegs is a colorpointed Tom of blue eyes, Condorlegs is a serious and rude who can rarely make jokes and see a smile in his face this is caused by the death of his parents from a young age, usually around him all his friends and cats who he love had died making him a bit scared to show love to his most loved ones but apart of his way of relation with the other cats in his clan he is an excelent hunter and tracker but he don't like to be praised by it as weird as it sounds, he thinks is his job and that's why he won't praise even at the students.

RPED BY ENDERWOXXU

CONJURINGPAW | GEM

WAXING

A fairly attractive calico she cat, her pretty appearances can't take away from the fact that she's an oddity and a half. An enigma of sorts, but she likes it that way. Intelligent and cryptic, she worked her way into being one of Moonclan's first mothers by a mixture of sheer force of personality and her own innate ability to memorize and breakdown much of the teachings of Selene. She's a hard cat to get to know, and is not a particularly motherly she cat, but she is keenly interested in forging the next generation and leaving a mark on Moonclan. And in Moonclan's modern state, someone who wishes to forge new minds into obedient followers of Selene is invaluable, no matter their eccentricities.

RPED BY WRENPANSY

BACCHUSPAW | LANGUOR

WANING

A lithe, vindictive black and white tom with amber eyes. He’s every bit the private school boy sent off to live by himself at a rich boarding academy for the first time: self-absorbed, unsympathetic, and with the absolute belief that money, family name, and status all talk. He’s oblivious to the ways of the real world — he matters, his privilege matters, and only this small world of MoonClan matters. He’s utterly self-motivated, amoral, and prone to outbursts. For whatever reason, he was granted Mother status — and he uses that to create a little cult of worship around himself, swishing about with his fledgling devotees. But he does care about them, in his own, hidden way. He adopts aristocratic airs — a certain breezy superiority and a flair for over-indulgence, for expensive sin and nights forgotten in the hot, dizzy underworld that inevitably arose when ones so young were sworn to chastity and piety — but all the same has a capacity to lose his temper and become incisively petty. A dandy; a petit-maître. Both his parents were disposed of in the Culling, but he spares no time to grieve for them, at least not publicly: he, a heretic’s son, was given a second chance and he won’t squander that, won’t stop until he’s proved himself so indispensable to the new religion that he draws around himself a cloak of complete safety, complete untouchability. Losing them both so young twisted his mind into two distinct factions: what you do to stay alive, and what you do to end up on the heretics’ pyre. And he’ll do anything to avoid it.

RPED BY FOX

RIGIDPAW | SHADOW

WANING

A slender black oriental tom cat with orange eyes. His slick coat was made to get wet, and his webbed paws made for the wet lands of moonclan. he was found lost in the clans borders as a new kit. who knows why he ended up there, either a lost kitty pet or rogue. Perhaps a forbade love between two cats of separate clans? Ridgidshadow is a ambitious young tom dedicated to proving himself to be more than his humble beginnings. With a smooth calm voice and confidant walk this tom can be quite charming, maybe even a bit devilish. His biggest secret is his weakness for kits, their small mews and soft fur. He wants his own family one day. probably because he was robbed of one before he could fully open his eyes.

RPED BY VEXINGCODE

STRAWBERRYPAW | SPARKLE

WAXING

A tiny light orange tabby, she has eyes that fall in some strange middleground between striking amber and a deep, pine green. Something of a distinctive hazel color, in a way. Unlike her sister Strawberrypaw isn't beautiful, isn't stunning in the same way her sister is. Instead she's cute, all round and soft and made to look pudgy by the way her coat seems to puff around her like her fur like a great orange cotton ball. There was a time when she deeply resented this, a time when she was a spitfire dare-devil who lived hard and fought harder, who took chances and used her own life like it was a betting chip. Who took flings like they were trophies on her wall, who loved fast and fleeting and brilliantly in perfect, glorious sparks. But those days are long past her, lost to the culling. With her parents deaths, with her whole life changing in the culling, she's become a morose, cold, distant cat. There's a bitter sarcasm that seems to linger on her every word, like the last sputter of a flame that has gone out. Even still, she's become a cat of duty and immense faith, fully buying into the narrative that the only way to prevent another culling is to follow this new way of life in Moonclan and to work as hard as possible.

ROLEPLAYED BY DOT

GHOSTKIT | KING

He was a shadow born among the bright spots of his white furred siblings, himself and his brother just two odd ones out in a sea of its who took after their brilliantly furred mother. It wasn't until they grew a little and the flaws became apparent among his litter that he realized his dark fur came with a blessing. His brighter siblings carrying flaws, being painted as less. Ghostking is a headstrong tom who is not afraid to dig his heels in the sand and fight until the sun comes up and chases awaw the moon. Deeply protective towards his siblings he would do anything for them and it has gotten him in trouble since his kithood when the Mothers would have him standing in corners for hours as petence. He falls in love quickly and with fevor, whether romantically or in friendships.

RPED BY CHILDE

CRYSTALKIT | VEIL

WAXING

A beautiful stark white she cat, her eyes are a stunning bright blue. From a young age it was clear nothing was going to be able to stop her and hold her back, her fiery temperament and sharp tongue well accompanied by her own attractive appearance has essentially allowed her to go her entire life making demands and having other cats bend over backwards to meet them. In spite of this, she's a hard worker, stubborn, and hates to be reliant on anyone else. She's the type of person who always has to be doing something, experiencing something, and is never happy to sit still; certainly the type of person to carve out their own path in life.

RPED BY VEXINGODE

SAPPHIREKIT | SUNGLOW

WAXING

Sapphiresunglow is a short haired blue she-cat with blue eyes, the picturesque picture of a sapphire. She's the eldest of her litter, the one her younger siblings lean on and the one who attracts the eyes of the Moonclan elite. And she does her best to live to their expectations, or at least pretend to. Confidence exudes from every step she takes, her words sharp and her claws sharper. To the mothers and the luminaries, she's a suck up, attempting to keep her siblings in line whenever possible. Though, to her siblings, she's probably a bit too frank and controlling. She'll at least tell it like it is to them, letting some inner bitterness out in her voice. In reality, she's absolutely miserable. She hates sucking up to everyone and feeling like her life hangs in the balance. How her whole carefully constructed persona can all come tumbling down from one mistake. So she makes sure not to make any. She doesn't let herself, a moment of weakness can easily topple it down. Sapphiresunglow doesn't confide in others, or let others see her bitterness. She shoulders it all, but the pressure is threatening to break her.

RPED BY UNKNOWNHEARTS

NORTHERNKIT | SILENCE

WANING

A white tom with yellow eyes, he's outspoken and charismatic, if not a bit neurotic at times. He constantly finds himself with everyone's gossip and rumors and secrets, and tends to be the one to "accidentally" share them with everyone else. In that way he sometimes comes across as snake-like and two-faced, but in reality in spite of his best intentions, he can't keep a secret to save his soul. In that regard he's gotten himself in a weird position of being both a respected citizen of Moonclan and one who is bordering the line of being considered an unrepentant sinner; it's hard to count how many times he's been forced to confess to having spread gossip and slander, and yet he's the one of the first people that inquisitors and luminaries come to when they need info on those who might be acting out of line.

RPED BY STARK RAVING MAD

GARNETKIT | DAFFODIL

A medium sized grey she cat with striking orange-amber eyes that are distinct against the cool, almost blue tones of her pelt. While not strikingly beautiful, the has that sort of "beauty by way of being well kept". She's learned how to walk in a way that fully accentuates her figure, to more is such a soft, hypnotic way that you can get lost just in how delicate and dainty she cat make herself appear. She's learned the art to giving one tip of her head to melt a boy's heart, not beacuse she's beautiful, but because she's learned to act beautiful. And if Garnetdaffodil's life is anything, it is an act; a dollhouse on an opera stage.

RPED BY WRENPANSY

TULIPKIT | HORIZON

WANING

With her soft, dilute calico coat of solid greys and pale, orangey-browns, white mittens, chest, and muzzle, and bright yellow eyes, Tuliphorizon is every bit the sweet, sugary doll she makes herself out to be. To the world and, more specifically, the people she wants to please, she gives kind smiles, polite words, an air of maturity and sophistication and compassion. She can play the dutiful sister, the perfect daughter, the golden student. It’s never come naturally to her, but as it was decided at birth, she felt the need to live up to everything she was supposed to be, crafted a perfect porcelain mask in place of her true self and hit the stage. She’s been acting ever since. There are times when it slips, when she’s irritated or upset or anxious, or when she’s too loud or rambunctious, but she always makes sure to right it, to never let anyone see those sides of herself for too long. Her need for control has breached neuroticism, and often she comes off as controlling and studious, overbearingly so. She fears disorder, chaos, simple things like change, though she keeps her anxiety to herself. Emotions always seemed too much for her, she struggles to handle even the slightest tip in one direction or another, both in herself and in others; she comes off as dismissive, flippant. She’s taken to escapism, simple scenarios turning into intense daydreams, mental fantasies and worlds and stories, so attention-grabbing that, if left unattended, she can be found thinking of them hours later, unmoved. She gets lost in them, in the worlds she’s created, making her seem inattentive and distracted — it’s easier to believe she’s a spy, or a princess, or a secret agent in disguise than to be a nobody with expectations too high she can’t reach them. Parts of them leak into the real world. Sometimes she gets a name, a task, a face, wrong in favour of the ones from her daydreams. Everything seems much more colourful when it’s a fairytale, and who said those ever have to end?

RPED BY GOLDCREST

EMERALDKIT | REALM

WAXING

A regal silvery gray tom cat with stunning deep green eyes that fade to yellow on the outside. Emeraldrealm tends to be a level-headed cat that contemplates the consequences of his words before he speaks them. This isn’t to say that he doesn’t have a temper; in fact, he has quite a big one, he is just very good at concealing it. Emeraldrealm has a good hold on the inner workings of the clan, keen to observe the do’s and don'ts and mold himself accordingly. He tries to fit in with high society and uses his overheard conversations as leverage to achieve his goals.

RPED BY FAEISH

DICKCISSELKIT | CHEVALIER

WAXING

A large, fluffy, orange tabby tom with pale green eyes that depending on the light look like almost a mint blue. His front paw is twisted backwards, essentially forcing him in the council; something he silently resents, but tries not to show it.

RPED BY WRENPANSY

MARVELCANVAS

Pale ginger marks Marvel’s plumy cream fur, darkest on her ears and faded on her face, making the flame point’s dark blue eyes stand out against her pale complexion. She hardly ever smiles and to hear her laugh is even rarer. Such a shame for such a beautiful cat to seem so outwardly cold at a glance. First impressions are not her strong suit, lucky for her she cares very little about what others think of her. Slow to trust, she prefers to keep everyone who would dare to get close to her at an arm's length if she can help it. Even refusing to admit her affection for her own mate. That however, does not stop others from worming their way into her heart. All of this of course is just a mask she wears to hide the secretly sentimental and compassionate cat she actually is. Stubborn determination is what keeps her going, as she refuses to be dragged down by the guilt of her past choices. Though it may not seem like it, family is the most valuable thing in Marvel’s life and there are no lengths she wouldn’t go to in order to help out her loved ones. No matter the cost she will do whatever it takes to protect them. Though outwardly she tends to act selfishly, in reality she’d sooner sacrifice her own needs to satisfy the needs of others even if it means she has to suffer to do so.

RPED BY STARK RAVING MAD