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HARBINGERCROW - roleplayed by MorteAutumnal
Dark lines, black shadows. Ink-like in his movements Harbingercrow moves like Death. He is a stealthy hunter and great at ambush. Solid black with no marks distorting the color of his coat he blends in with the night, is apart of it. Angular in structure with long legs, a lean body, long tail and large bat like ears he is very sleek. Eyes a bright pale yellow like bones in the moonlight. He is handsome as well as off-putting in his appearance. Some would call him callous, some would call him rude, others would call him blunt or a realist. He trusts very few and yet very few don't trust him. If there is one this that is completely certain. Harbingercrow never breaks a promise.
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Ignitedkit {skies} – played by strawberrycupid

They tell her the skies are the limit, but they're hard to see when you've been stuck on the ground your entire life. She looks like she belongs on the ground, covered in a downy short dark grey pelt like a shadow was peeled off the ground and thrown over her. Not a spot is a different, no light or night peeking through the grey clouds. Her eyes are a brilliant orange-brown, like a piece of amber picked up off the ground. And she would. Somewhere in Moonclan territory, you might find her little collection of various shiny things. Whether it be natural or twoleg made, you should be able to find it there if it's shiny. Like some dark dragon, she'd protect her hoard and her family. Messing with them or her is almost a death sentence, as Ignitedskies will chase you down until she's sure she got revenge. A little too obsessed with revenge, her fuse is short but she is patient and will strike when least expected. Slinking around shadows, she's sneaky and one of the better hunters of Moonclan. You'd never see her in the shadows as she eavesdrops, collecting that information too. Long as you're not on her hit list, she is amicable enough. Not very outgoing or one to talk about herself, she is pleasant. If she's the one keeping her tied to the ground, Ignitedskies isn't sure if she'd ever want to fly.

Youth

Slaughterpaw [complex] - roleplayed by blessmyskull

Slaughter. To kill in a cruel and violent way. Slaughtercomplex is an ice-cold, withdrawn she-cat. This calico has very little patience for others and take a long time to warm-up to them. Due to her own self insecurity, she is cruel to those around her and can be vicious with her words and actions. Her tongue and wit are as sharp as her claws. Slaughtercomplex has pale amber eyes that seem to cut through the very soul of others and she holds her herself high above them. She exhibits qualities of a natural leader and takes charge in any and every situation, though she comes off as crass, bossy and condescending as she directs others. For those lucky enough to get through Slaughtercomplex’s icy exterior, will know that they will have a friend for life in this tough she-cat.
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UNDEADPAW {ECHO} – played by strawberrycupid

He was dead. Deceased. Kicked the bucket. Pushing up daisies. Any other metaphor you want to use, he knows that's the truth. After all, he could only be undead if he was dead before. So where did this beating heart come from? How can these sunken gilded eyes see? He looks like he should be dead. Covered in grey fur that borders on bone white, split up by jet black tabby stripes that look like ribs. Stretching all the way down, where each bone seems highlighted by a stripe. He has a few orange patches between the stripes, like chunks of flesh left behind after his corpse was cleaned. Undeadecho was just found one day, brought to Moonclan. He barely remembers life before then, considering this a sort of rebirth. So why is he back? Who reanimated him? Who kicked him out of heaven or hell? Undeadecho isn't sure, and no one can answer the questions he poses. Even with his doubts about fitting in with the living, he speaks their language well. Walks the walk well. A bit bitter to the taste, snarky and rude to just about everyone. While he has the empathy to understand how he makes people feel, he doesn't care. Whatever sent him back to this world must have had its reasons, so till he can figure it out, he may as well assume it was for the worst. Earth must truly be worse than hell then? Any pleasure in other's pain was learned, forced on him, for some sort of justification. He carries an emptiness in his chest, and does anything he can to fill that void. Cause the one thing they forgot to leave him with was a soul.

Student

<b>SNOWSHOD</b>– <i>played by cleaver</i>
Snowshod is afraid of the dark. He isn’t afraid when the moon is out, he knows his God will always be at his side to protect him. The luminous brightness overhead is comforting, and when he sees the silver-white shine of his short fur, he can feel the Moon God’s paws alongside him. But sometimes the moon goes away, dies to a little sliver then for a night does not appear, and that great suffocating darkness chokes Snowshod. Tunnels, caves, and other dark enclosed areas have the same claustrophobic effect, and he quivers and mewls like a baby kitten until he sees the light again. He was born into the dark, birthed late at night when his mother Cowflop sneaked from the camp and went into labor early, and that night she perished there was no moon. He was raised by his aunt Hollyfrost and as a result is very close with the she-cat and wishes she was his true mother instead of her sister, though that thought always comes with a thrill of guilt. Snowsnod is an undersized white tom with a few black spots and one wide, innocent blue eye. He is easily manipulated, vulnerable and naive and guilty, but his soft and warm heart often convinces those who would do him harm to leave him alone. He is a sweet young fellow and doesn’t want to do anyone harm, least of all his family, friends, and clan. His siblings are Whitewatch, Chillfurrow, and Frostfruit. His father was a loner named Farmpelt. His mate is Spookbat and his kits are Carvedsnow, Frozenlaughter, Beetleboo, and Hauntedmoon.

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<b>CARVEDSNOW</b>– <i>played by cleaver</i>
An unduly cautious huntress with a keen eye for the unknown, her distinguishing quirks are easy to overlook— she isn't particularly gorgeous, rough-edged, and slightly lopsided, with a focus crease in the side of her jaw from biting her lip— and her quiet nature doesn't attract attention. She tends to keep to herself as well, not because she dislikes company, but because she doesn't always understand how to take the extra step in bonding with others. She can be cordial and friendly on patrols, but she doesn't know how to translate that to spending time with cats outside of work, just for enjoyment. She's very good at her job when it comes to communicating with the other clans, she's just incredibly lonely sometimes without a friend to return to after a long day. Carvedsnow missed out on bonding with the other cats her age when she was a kit and never fully recovered her social standing. When she was a moon old, she was found in a coma after suffering an unexplained stroke and was only roused six moons later. There's a bit of strangeness to her gait, to her lopsided figure, but her mind works as well as they can imagine it ever did— she was lost too young to have grown into her body and its hard to differentiate between her personality quirks and any remaining effects of her mysterious coma. She is eternally grateful to her family for looking after her during those moons, despite the stress it must have caused them; her parents, Snowshod and Spookbat, certainly had enough to worry about without her condition. Sometimes she still fears she'll return to that unresponsive state, stares into the dark and wonders if sudden death is lurking around the corner, and she is always on her toes as a result, hyper-aware of any strange feelings inside her, undue sleepiness, or sounds in nature around her. She has a great curiosity for mysteries as well, not only her own but all unexplained and abstract phenomena in the clans. It isn't unusual to see her black-and-white pelt creeping around the edges of fallen monsters or edging too close to the darkness of the tunnels, musing muzzle buried deep beneath the earth. She wants to know everything, to test the boundaries and find reasonable explanations for every mystery and resists the idea of a miracle, an accident, a coincidence. Sister to Frozenlaughter, Beetleboo, and Hauntedmoon, she's a tall white she-cat with black patches, clear blue eyes, a crooked sloped stance that droops to the left, and rough unkempt edges.

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<b>SERENEKIT {LULLABY}</b>– <i>played by cleaver</i>
Named for her calm demeanor and soft voice, she's one of the softest-spoken cats in the clan and many assume she has nothing important to say. She's a pacifist, the smallest of her litter and the one that likes to handle problems quietly; cats look at her once, note that she struggles to tell anyone no, and write her off as another pushover. She doesn't always let it show, but she hates it when cats ignore her: they underestimate her over and over again just because she has a little bit of self control, because she's empathetic enough to avoid hurting everyone else's feelings. Does that make her a bad cat or overly soft? She doesn't believe so. She's a traditionalist and a strong believer in second chances. Innovation is too messy and all too often she sees it as cats trying to show off, so she'd rather keep to the status quo and let things rest as they have always been. Change rattles her more than she would like, and she struggles with high-pressure situations, especially when they involve violence. She was found by Levee and Nereus along with her siblings Ignitedskies, Royalflame, Wraithvapor, and Midnightmasquerade. A pure white she-cat with one blue eye and one yellow.

Youth

LINGERINGPAW (SHADOW) – played by Jetclaw

A shadow emerges on the horizon as the blood moon rises. On the day the 'Star God' descended was the day after Lingeringshadow had decided to part ways with his old home and relocate. The moon has gained a blood red glow, chaos is coming, and with it arrived this pitch black tom, a shadow in the night with alluring luminous green eyes. Encouraged by his mother's story about trying to bring down the clans when the waters were rising, it would seem an opportunity has arrived for Lingeringshadow to perhaps etch his own name in the blood left by a calamity he could wrought. Armed with a silver tongue and an infinite well of patience, Lingeringshadow intends to inflict deep lingering wounds that will scar those foolish enough to cross him. He's going to be remembered, and since fame and recognition has never graced his family before, he'll settle for living in infamy. To leaving scars on the clans for moons to come.

Student

Cinerealpaw [ember] - roleplayed by blessmyskull
Vision always give him a headache. And if they are strong enough, they will throw him into horrible fit. But such is his life and the burden, or gift, he was granted. There is a fine line between what one might consider “gifted” and “cursed”. Cinerealember knows his place is somewhere in between, balancing precariously on the edge between blessing and disaster. When those first see this young tom, Cinerealember doesn’t appear to be anything extraordinary. With liquid amber eyes that seem to see right through you, this skittish, soft-spoken tom seems to be as fragile as a single blade of grass in an open field but, those who spend any length of time with him come to realize that he is much more and appears to be a tad bit touched in the head. Touched by what is up to anyone to guess, but Cinerealember possesses a particularly troubling knack for diving the future in the form of sporadic and cryptic visions. This dark ash grey and black tabby appears to also have a sense of danger that extends far beyond mere instinct, as if he pierces the veil between what is and what shall be. The cost of these occurring visions is great, however, because both physically and mentally stronger the vision, the greater risk of Cineralember having a fit. Despite all the hardships and judgment he may receive from others, he remains an amiable and forgiving cat, willing to share the visions he receives with others. Though only if they are ever so incline to listen.
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KAIKANE – played by fire lord dragon
A black and white tom with soft blood red eyes that change in intensity depending on both the lighting and the emotion coursing through his body. The half-brother of Dragondance of NightClan, he has gone through life planning on vengeance against his brother and the tom's ultimate demise at his own hand.

WRAITHPAW { VAPOR } 'CARNIVALE' – played by fire lord dragon
A black and white tom with ivy green eyes and a small build, he is the second eldest of his littermates with his siblings being Royalflame (eldest), Ignitedskies, Midnightmasquerade, and Serenelullaby (youngest). Though not related by blood, he is the son of MoonClan Cardinal Leviathan and Medium Nereus.

RUNE – played by fire lord dragon
A white tom with vermillion green-gold eyes, this tom, despite his quiet and unimposing nature has a deep secret that, should it be revealed to anyone, could make the difference between his living and meeting an untimely end. This, however, may be out of his control, as there's someone searching for him, waiting to strike.

AESHMA DAEVA – played by fire lord dragon
A black and white tom with chiseled, feminine features and enchanting golden eyes, he is the epitome of grace... and unbridled temptation. He thrives in chaos and when he's not attempting to seduce any tom that comes within his vicinity, he's driving his younger brother, Leviathan, up a wall. It's out of love, of course; he would defend his brother with his life and then some, but the guy needs to lighten up and have some fun.