Moonrisewolf's Clan

Status report: Currently ONLINE
Moon:She/He/Them/ I-Honestly-dont-care-but-i-am-female-soooooo
Mood:lonely

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Welcome To The Clan Of Rogues! I'm Moon, and I am currently
Making a hatchery. I'm 1 hour ahead of FR Time :3
I love Wings of fire- You can't spoil anything for me, I'm now
Waiting for Book 12. I also love warrior cats, Harry Potter,
Reading, Dragons, Wolves, foxes, And Fantasy! I love to talk,
so feel free to PM whenever! All of my Unnamed dragons are for sale, just PM me if ya wanna buy one! (Just as long as you don't exalt them for maybe a year? IDK just talk to me if you want to exalt them.

I hope to see you around! ~Moon

Clan roles:
Alpha: Leader
Beta: Substitute leader
Sigma: Fighter, mostly hunters.
Selsa: Same as sigma, less highly though of.
Delta:Leader of a group of Siblings
Iota: Bulk of pack also hunters.
Hunters: Do 80% of hunting for clan
Fighters:Do 80% Of fighting for clan
Healers: Heals clan members that are injured
Omegas: Most disrespected role in clan.
Seer: Foretells future-Recieves prophecies




-Moon Hatchery- In the Making!-

Wishlist
75kt
Gems
Skins
Dragons
Unhatched ice egg
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*You enter a dark, dense underbrush, that has no light whatsoever. It was different, though. It wasn't scary, no, on the contrary, it was quite calming. A thread of fireflies drift over to you, dancing around trees, and yourself. A stream trickles nearby, adding a nice tune to the orchestra of birdsongs.The chirrups of grasshoppers adds a little background noise to the forest song that you are surronded in. While listening to the song in this thicket, your gaze wanders it's beauty. You realize that this thicket is definitely not dark, as another dozen fireflies emerge from herbs and shrubbery on the floor. There is a log laying on the ground, turquoise mushrooms that emit light sitting just as peacefully on top of it. You wander over to a tree, gazing at the luminescent conk that rests on the tree's side. More, and more fireflies enter this happy environment. You begin to hum the tune that the forest is playing. Light-emitting fungi seem to be sprouting everywhere. A bush rustles nearby, barely audible, and you hardly care. This thicket was to faultless to hold evil within. When you turn back to face the beauty ahead of you, you notice it seems, well, darker. A minor now dominated the song that overtook the forest. Fireflies disappeared, even the river seemed to quite down. You turn around, staring at the bush that had shaken. A pair of startlingly pink eyes that seemed to give of light stared right back at you. A black figure emerges from the bush, it's eyes still staring intently back at you. A low-pitched whistle emerges from someplace, and almost instantly, millions of fireflies came together at once, forming some sort of ball of light. The figure now steps into the light, not taking his imperious gaze off of you. He is a male pearlcatcher, but, still, he did not seem to want to approach you completely quite yet. You get his basic colours, though. Turquoise, Denim, and blue. Four more black figures approach you, all quite cautious. Each set of eyes were different hues. A whisper emerges from the bushes. You stare, right back, though you are wary. A light coloured female Imperial drifts out from the bushes, holding a beaker of black liquid. It gave off a dark, dark, purple light, and silvery swirls of blue danced within the black. The owner of the Pink eyes gave a low growl, and immediately you are pinned by two soldiers. One is female, she is a young Wildclaw, and strangely powerful. The other is male. He is a red-orange skydancer. You struggle, but the weight of both of them keep you down. The young, white, female Imperial floats over, staring at you with dreamy, pale, icey, eyes. She hands the male pearlcatcher the beaker, than walks away dreamily. A couple of fireflies began to come out, and now you can see other dragons. You see a black coati with what seemed to be lightning running across her, and you make out the shape of a female wildclaw, who had ice-coloured wings. The handsome pearlcatcher approaches you, holding the beaker. He hands it to you. "Drink it" he says, in an air that made it seem like a request. You snarl slightly, instinct telling you to not even touch it. Yet, it seemed... so... tempting.......
You raised it to your jaw, lapping up the fluid though it were simply tea. "Now," began the leader "what brings you here?" You reply instantly. It seems this potion forces you to tell the truth. You glare at the empty bottle, then at the alpha. "Oh" said the male, though it were amusing "veritaserum. Luna whipped it up for us. We still have a cauldron full." The leader grinned charmingly. "Well, stranger. Welcome to the clan of the rogues."
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