LunarClan-By the light of the moon, we steal

Meadowpaw looked at her nervously. "I think they're juniper berries?" She guessed, racking her brain to see if that was the right answer. "I think they're for bellyaches and help cats if they have trouble breathing." She added, slightly more confident now. "Is it right?"

Sunpaw nodded. He caught up with Jaycry and leaped onto a stone near him, unsheathing his claws and digging them into the moss. "I promise I won't fall!" He exclaimed, puffing up his chest and then almost losing his balance. He quickly righted himself, hoping the warrior didn't see that.

Here they are. I'll probably kill off one or two later on.)

Shatteredmoon: A beautiful, tall tabby with pale grey fur and black, shattered-like stripes. Her fur is long and sleek which helps against water and the cold and her tail is a bit longer than most with a white tail-tip. Distinctive tabby marks frame her long face and she carries a large set of intense, deep forest green eyes. Shatteredmoon's personality is usually collective, witty, kind, and it is very evident that she is beyond her years. She is hard working and a skilled hunter who normally prefers the company of no one, but that doesn't stop her from being friendly to a limit, though she does have a dark side. Most would say she is border-line on becoming a psychopath due to her not having many emotions and being so silent and calculated. She does have fears and will sometimes act on them or over react to them. (*ShatteringStar*)
Rank: thief

Twilightpaw: She is a very small, thin she-cat with lanky limbs and a long face. Her soft, sleek fur is of pure white that reflects any light and she has a few black dapples on her flanks. Her tail is long and completely black and fluffy. Her large eyes hold a deep blue with some complementary violet hints when light reflects in them. Twilightpaw is a very happy and bright cat with seldom a quite moment to spare. She can be very playful, mischievous, and over-dramatic in more ways then one. She is sometimes labeled as lazy due to her weak body and lack of effort on certain things. Even though she talks a lot and likes to have fun, she'll most often be intimidated by a challenge and shy away from them. (*ShatteringStar*)
Rank: apprentice

Shadedmoss: He is a muscular black tom with thick, long fur that often makes him look larger than he is. His ears are somewhat smaller for his size, yet his paws are huge. His eyes are a golden amber with faint green flecks in them. He is a very friendly and playful tom with a nose for mischief. He especially loves to make a scene and tease cats that he's had a good bond with, like his sister for example. Sometimes, he can be serious, but he figures that laughter and happiness are the best way to get through difficult situations. He also likes to fight and takes battle training a lot more serious than most. (*ShatteringStar*)
Rank: Guard

Ashflight: She is a slightly slim white and brindle she-cat with short, rabbit soft fur. Her grey fur is striped with classic, black tabby markings and has faded dapples of gold mixed in throughout. Most of her fur is white, especially on her face, chest, sides, and undercoat while her ears, forehead, neck, shoulders, tail, and patches on her body are dark brindle. Her nose is pink and her eyes are large and yellow in color. Ashflight's personality is usually caring and nurturing with a beloved feeling about her, although she does worry a lot and won't hesitate to defend her clan. Her enthusiasm is very vivid and bubbly when she talks to kits or apprentices and she is considered a friend to all of her clanmates. She nags more than her sister, Violetpool, and she can be very corrective at times. Thankfully, most of the time, she is kind-hearted and accepting. She does keep a stern eyes on the camp and clan due to her worrying. (*ShatteringStar*)
Rank: permanent queen

Violetpool: She's a lovely pale golden tabby with thin, evenly spaced out, brown stripes. Her fur is soft and long and she has a white tail-tip. Her eye color is a soft light blue and she has a light pink nose. She has always been seen as a sweet and motherly she-cat with the occasional witty sass when others give her trouble. In most situations, she is collected and calm and usually finds the answer, but she does have the potential to become a nag. Sometimes she'll let a nasty comment slip and pretend like she didn't say a word, leaving the other cat to feel confused. There have been a few incidences when her daughter, Shatteredmoon, had semi-serious wounds, but others figured it was from Shatteredmoon's mentor at the time and she never said who caused them. Oddly enough, Violetpool has never been very close to her daughter or her sisters; in fact, she is rivals with Ashflight.
Rank: thief

Jaguarfang: He's a large muscular golden tom with small black spots covering his body. His fur is short and always groomed and his tail is longer than most. His face is very defined and his eyes are a deep amber color. Jaguarfang's personality is very aggressive, head-strong, and proud. He is reserved most of the time, but that does t stop him from giving his opinion and putting cats in their place. The main thing about him is that he can get easily agitated and is mostly offensive towards others. He does have a kind side though and his loyalty is one with out question. He does train other cats hard, but that's normally a good thing. He doesn't trust rouges or other clan cats either.
Rank: guard

She'll be a theif and it's okay. Do whatever you need to do to be more focused. )

((I can answer at some point today, I just need to do my homework soon. But I actually feel like doin' stuff today.))

((Alright, I'mma try to get to everyone but it'll have to be in multiple posts, so please bear with me. And a banner/graphics would be lovely, if you know someone that could help, Galaxy!))

"Aww, C'mon Morningstream. When will I get to steal?" Berrypaw whined, following her mentor, eyes wide with indignance. The pale she cat wrinkled her nose in distaste, trying to think of what the next step was. She was drawing a blank, actually. Fox-dung, I can't remember the next step when it comes to stealing... Oh its an important one too... She groaned internally as she followed her mentor towards the clan called Rainclan.

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"H-how do you know that?" The nameless kit sniffled, leaning into the older she cat instinctively. She felt a sensation of safety, something that was alien to her quite honestly. She shifted on her paws, her leathery wings drooping on the ground, clearly a bit big for her body.

Berrypaw followed her on nimble paws, the pointed she cat leaping over roots and dead trees, following only mouse lengths away from her mentor. She pushed on, finally making it so she was running at the same pace as Morningstream,
"Do you want me to split up with you and distract the patrol?" She hissed, stumbling slightly over a root she didn't see, but regaining her speed quickly. She didn't quite get the whole leading them back to camp thing- didn't they want to keep the kits?

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"Really?" The kit squeaked, excited at the thought of having a name. Maybe I'll get a cool, tough name! She thought excitedly, stiffening at the strange sensation of the she cats tongue. She shifted on her paws, the talons at the tips of her wings scraping the ground of the camp.

"I won't!" Smudgekit purred, adding an extra burst of effort and scrambling up the last few pawholds to settle himself beside Sharpfang. "See?" He panted, a bit exhausted but obviously proud. He listened to the tom's words and followed his gaze, tilting his head at the cat called Coyotescar. "Who's that?" He murmured.

((Please do wait for the entire patrol, Thistle. Though you are welcome here.))

Morningstream glanced at her apprentice. "No, we head for camp. With the size of the patrol after us, we need more than a seasoned warrior with a kit in her jaws and an apprentice." She hissed through a mouthful of fur, nearly stumbling over her own paws but quickly regaining her balance. It would be very poor planning to fight an entire patrol with only two cats to fight back.

"Of course. You will be a valued addition to the clan." Shadowmeadow purred. "Now let's see... Dragonkit, Flamekit, Wingkit, Spark-Kit, Talonkit... Any of those names sound good?" The she-cat asked, pausing her motherly grooming to look down at the strange kit. She was sure that letting the she-kit pick her own name would make her happy and feel better about being brought to LunarClan.

Sharpfang's shoulders relaxed as Smudgekit hauled himself up, his gaze focusing on the kit before drifting to follow Coyotescar. "That is Coyotescar, one of the thieves of the clan. He may not be the friendliest cat in the clan when it comes to kits, but he's strong and fiercely loyal to the clan. Looks like he was bringing fresh-kill to Ashflight. She takes care of the kits that are still young enough to need a mother to keep an eye on them. Though, I suppose that Ravenfrost would be your mother now, since she adopted you."

((Awesome.))

Hey! XD)

Ashflight took the prey in her mouth while giving Coyotestar a generous smile. She dipped her head greatfully then returned to the nursery to eat and look after the kits.

Twilightpaw looked around for something to do. She was off to the side of the camp and seemed very lonely.

Shadowmeadow nodded in confirmation. "Yes, it will be best to have a name that you like." She reasoned before purring softly in approval. "Then that shall be your name." She stated. She tensed, her fur bristling along her shoulders as she looked towards the camp entrance. "Quickly, to the nursery. Sounds like Morningstream led a patrol to our camp." She hissed, scooping up Spark-Kit and trotting briskly towards the nursery.

Sharpfang listened as Smudgekit tried to memorize the names. "There are other roles. You've met Ravenfrost, our leader, and Roseflame, the medicine cat of our clan." He answered, tensing as Morningstream and Berrypaw came barreling into camp, yowling about an enemy patrol. Thinking quickly, he scooped Smudgekit up in his jaws before leaping down and racing towards the nursery. "Smudgekit, I need you to stay with Ashflight. Do not come out until myself or another guard comes to get you." He hissed.

Morningstream pelted towards the center of the camp, dropping Arctickit before standing over the frightened she-kit. "LunarClan, attack positions!" She yowled, fur bristling as she waited for the patrol to break into the camp. What she wasn't expecting, was Ravenfrost to approach, questioning her with a growl.

"What in the name of the Dark Forest makes you think it's alright to burst into camp and start ordering every cat around as if you're clan leader?" The spotted she-cat spat, swiping at her daughter's ears before turning to Berrypaw. "Berrypaw, is there a patrol coming?" She asked sternly, her tail flicking crossly before she heard the first rustlings of the approaching cats. "LunarClan, protect the nursery and medicine cat den at all costs!" Ravenfrost yowled.

((Yeah, we're about to be under attack. Just kinda waitin' for the patrol.))

(Hey, I'm here ready with Quailspring and Newtstream for RainClan)