~Backstory~ Born deep within the shaded reaches of the pine forest, Lunar never quite fit the mold of a standard Clan cat. Standing unusually tall with a thick, fluffy dark coat, her striking appearance made her a legend among rogue wanderers. As a young cat, Lunar’s intense curiosity drew her to exploring ancient, abandoned Twoleg territory on the forest edge. It was during a run-in with a aggressive rogue pack while defending her territory that she lost the majority of her tail-an injury that would have broken other cats, but only hardened her resolve and gave her a distinctly sharp silhouette. To mark her survival and identity, she learned to dye her fur and braid some behind her ear, a unique trade mark that warned rivals she was not to be crossed. Her golden teeth-a mystery to most-were earned after a brutal encounter with a trap near a Twoleg place. A sympathetic loner healer helped her recover, making extra teeth for her, giving her an even more powerful bite. The gleaming fangs became her signature feature, casting a intimidating glare whenever she bared her fangs in battle. Now wandering as a rogue through the deep forest, Lunar operates by her own code. She guards her stretch of the woods fiercely, preferring the quiet solitude of the canopy over Clan politics. Though her sharp teeth and docked tail give her a dangerous reputation, she harbors a deeply loyal heart for the very few who earn her trust-living fully on her own terms. (SR tweak to the backstory) One day as she was patrolling the edge of her territory when she saw a group of cats approaching. She stopped them and asked what they were doing. One answered that they were forming new clans with different rules than the original ones, and asked if the could pass through. Lunar nodded and escorted them through her territory. When they reached the other side, one of the cats asked if she would consider joining them, and she agreed. When they reached the new territories, Lunar joined Forestclan, unable to part from the forest. She took on the name Lunarmoth after some time, and lived out the rest of her time in the clan, eventually passing in a leafbare snow storm trying to make her way back to camp after hunting ~Personality~ +Adaptable +Empathetic +Loyal +Resourceful +Resilient -Impulsive -Stubborn -Unforgiving -Reckless -Cynical +/- Can be flirty
Song is Hell's Comin' With Me by Poor Mans Poison
