Latest Clutch: Can be seen above
Mate: SunsetRose (Deceased)
State of mind: Sane, often hangs back, slight depression
Familiar: Winter, the Clouded Mith
Moon was the founder of the Clan you see before you. A brave young soul with one passion: To care for and tend to. One of her best friends, Rose, helped her make it past the many challenges. Ever since she broke her wing in that one accident, they never left each other's side. Wandering off, they found a nice little slice of land. They had it all to themselves. According to her, she can't remember who first decided to join them, it either being Night, Spark, or Bird. She doesn't like boots.

It was cold, and rainy. Sending Rose on a mission to get more food for the Clan was the worst mistake of her life. Blood and Bird were still out burying the first three sick chicks she had, her and Night having to take care of Light. The others had split up, and with Rose being the only veggie, he had to go gathering... Alone. Snuffing around, a twig snapped, the Tundra snapping his head up. A low growl emitted deep from within the monster's throat as it stepped into view. Before anyone knew, he was gone, leaving behind only a scrap of fluffy pink fur. Splash believes that Rose abandoned his Clan, but Benita says otherwise.

Light just got sicker and sicker, until she passed away. Everybody tried to comfort her, but she cursed at Shadowbinder and promised to never love again. But I bet Rose would want her to be happy, and she's not at this point...