Welcome to Warriors of the Moon! We are a modern-day warrior cats roleplay! It's been 10 years, and all of the original Clans have disbanded. Even SkyClan means nothing. We have new ones called MarshClan, MistClan, PeakClan, and WolfClan. We're one account per person, like most warriors roleplays. Meaning, no character accounts!
Our roleplay rating is 3-0-2, and we have a simple application and a quick acceptance process! Your character will be approved in not even an hour, depends on our timezones, though! Welcome!
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Gathered in the stars in the light of a moon beginning to turn crimson sat five cats. One was black and white. With his deep brown eyes glowing, he flicked his tail at his companions. “It is time we make ourselves known to them,” he spoke, voice smooth as ice. The other four cats looked at one another. "We have simply watched them. They have become established and strong even as leaf-bare has taken over," the tom continued, whiskers quivering.
"Birchstar is right. They have lived without us for too long. Some have begun to lose faith or believe we are a myth," another voice spoke. It was sweet like nectar and high pitched. Next to the small, fluffy, gray figure was another figure who was patched with black and white, and slightly bigger. This one simply nodded, having never learned to speak properly. Next to Birchstar sat a gray she-cat with large amber eyes. He turned to her.
"What do you think Softheart? What should we do?" He asked. Softheart was once his clan's medicine cat. The she-cat pondered for a few moments before speaking gently. "Stormkit has the spirit of her mother. I see Opalstar in her and Quillstar in Tempestkit. Stormkit is right. It is our duty to keep a connection and warn them of the upcoming danger."
Across from Softheart was Acornleaf, former deputy of ThunderClan. He murmured in agreement with the medicine cat. The moon became a bright red, bathing the cats in a pinkish hue.
"Then it is settled. Softheart, you are a medicine cat. I think you should do the honors of sending a vision to each medicine cat," Birchstar mewed as one by one each cat began to fade away, leaving the stark gray she-cat bathed in crimson light, alone in Silverpelt.