PETALDUSK / 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.
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SPARROWSTEP / 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.
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FEATHERPAW cloud / 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.
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mentor: you can assign her one!!!

sorry for any errors im doing this on mobile LOL

HONEYPAW tail / 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: asked on the classic chat, but she needs one until someone responds lol c'x

NIMBLEKIT rain / zuno
A blue and white patched tomkit 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. Nimblekit is the son of Timberfrost and Cloudjumper.
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ill rewrite his bio when he gets older LOL

PANTHEONDRIFT / 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.

SUICIDESURVIVOR / 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.

Warrior

HAUNTEDKIT moon / 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.
Kit

Frozenkit laughter / 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.

Kit

DAPPLEPAW cloud / 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.

Apprentice

Mentor - Needed!