A clear squid floats by, shimmering all the colors of the rainbow. Within its body you can see its three hearts pulse as it flits through a school of glowing shrimp. Polyps bloom at your touch. Though the water is inky and enveloping, you have nothing to fear. All around you, your clanmates flicker their lights off and on, signalling to you in sign language to split up and find prey. You were never 'exiled' by the Ocean: you are closest to Her heart. You are a WraithClan cat.

Goldentide

CURRENTLY MISSING
a massive, shaggy furred molly with a dim golden tabby pelt, and large, unblinking eyes with many battle scars along her body
Goldentide entered into leadership after the long reign of Coldtide with the goal to bring in a new era of respect for her clan. The same drive and true heart that earned her position knew that the time for tributes and surface clan snobbery had come to an end, and so, she refused to bring tribute upon her election. SpireClan and BreamClan refused to honor this, and ambushed her clan at what was supposed to be a simple, clean border battle. Even after being poisoned by Pearlcurrent, she fought like a shark, taking two of the molly's lives in return. She quickly moved her clan into a temporary camp whilst she found shelter for them, but hasn't returned since. It might be for the best: there is a bounty on her head for the crime of tearing Silverlight's wings.

Driftsea

a sturdy, stocky molly with the tail of a purple-dappled Jewel squid, and wide, pale blue eyes
Inkdive was once a bishop, but even as an apprentice, she felt a deep urge to fight back against the surface clans. She resented herself for her anger until finally, and dramatically, she clawed a surface clan cat in the middle of a Gathering. Quickly realizing that she was using the position as a form of repression, her father encouraged her to become a warrior. It became difficult to navigate her anger after his death, but she built a strong character on the foundation of love for her clan that earned her the deputy title.

Rustynight

a tall, sleek, and lean, speckled tortiseshell molly with yellow eyes; she has a barracuda tail
Rustynight was once a fierce yet carefree warrior, a former loner found as a kit. She trained and hunted perhaps the best out of her generation, and in between, she had rendezvous with a SpireClan molly named Gannetsting - a well kept secret. After the healer died unexpectedly with no apprentice, Rustynight gave up that life. She had never fancied war, and quickly developed skill as a healer, earning her name.

Bishops

INKYBLINK - a large, thin dark purple molly with pale blue eyes and a darker octopus hind
CLEARPRAWN - a broad shouldered pale molly with a translucent shrimp tail

BRINEBELLY - a large tabby molly with thick, curled copper fur

Warriors

STONESONG - a massive blue ticked tabby tom without eyes and a tail resembling that of an electric ray
DARKSTAR - a stocky, dark grey cat with the tail of a Gigantura Chuni fish and a little scar near his nose
OYSTERSONG - a broad-shouldered but slim silver molly with a glowing firefly squid tail

SANDGLIMMER - tan longhaired tabby, with blue eyes and a tail resembling a firefly squid
BRISTLEFANG - a slim, dark-furred tortoiseshell tom with large, pale blue eyes and a moray eel tail

Apprentices

PELICANPAW - a small, chubby cat with white fur and pale brown patches and a stubby tan dumbo octopus tail
SALTPAW - a small, curly-furred calico molly with green eyes and large paws

GLIMMERPAW - a stocky black cat with grey-green markings, and glossy black eyes

History

Cheaters and ruthless cats alike, ones that never held any remorse to the gruesome things they have done, sought refuge within the Ocean as well, like all those that had fled. Their tainted spirits were easily detected by the Ocean herself and to make sure these cats’ actions were recognized the Ocean had sent them to Her darkest depths, a place where the warm glow of the sun does not exist: the Twilight zone. This was their eternal punishment and damnation.

But it should be noted, and this section is seldom spoken of between the clans that live in the light, a small portion of these so called “bad characters” were those that had the purest of hearts. They fought to protect the ones they loved and stole not for greed but for the kits with empty bellies. Their intentions were good even if their actions could be considered negative. As an apology for sending them away to darkness the Ocean gave gifts to these cats in particular. Their scales became thick, sharp, and tough so that their pure hearts may never be damaged nor touched within the blackness that is the depths. These cats, shielded from darkness and surrounded by reminders of what would await them should they return to their lives of sin, became the first cats of WraithClan.

Anatomy

The deep sea is home to a unique beauty reflected in the mercats that call it home. Along with thick, armor-like scales, all cats of WraithClan have some level of bioluminescence that allows them to blink in sign language to each other. Its warriors have typically donned brawny shoulders and huge builds as a result of the tremendous water pressure that characterizes their territory. Most cats have jutting fangs and wide eyes, a trait shared by the fish in their region.

Bishops

Bishops, whether they take the position from apprenticeship or after retiring from warriorhood, are strict and proud pacifists that avoid fighting in battles. They dedicate their lives to mediation, whether it be between clans or clanmates. Attacking any bishop would be comparable to attacking a queen in the nursery. Even if it isn't explicitly against the code, it would be cause for dishonor and swift punishment.

A bishop's biggest task is to travel with their peers into the other clans and offer goodwill. It's an often thankless job thanks to the suspicious nature of all clan cats, but those wise enough to look past frivolous differences and quarreling have a deep appreciation for bishops, philosophers of the clans.

Territory

WraithClan is untouched by the Sun's glow and the furthest from any other clan in the Mesopelagic Zone, where glowing squids, translucent crustaceans, and even young sharks make up the clan's meals. Gnarled rocks and skeletal polyps are wreathed in thick foliage; even if light did reach the depths, the water might still retain its beautiful, inky color. Where this kelp grows thickest and tallest in looming unison is known as the Kelp Fronds. Here, only senior warriors allowed to venture into the seemingly innocent kelp forest. Silly myths say the hypnotic lull of the leaves traps wandering souls here forever, but really, it's much too easy to get ensnared in the tendrils and thrash to exhaustion. If any cat goes missing, this is the first place WraithClan patrols search.

Not far from the Kelp Fronds is Sharptide's Haunt. This small cave serves as a memorial to the great leader Sharptide, who was killed at a Gathering, plunging the clans into the bloodiest war they've seen. It was here that his deputy and senior WraithClan cats of all positions planned their retaliation and defense against the surface clans. The cave remains a solemn remembrance for each cat who served in that battle. It's said that on that fateful day the battle began, the Ocean wept, and ended it Herself just a few crests later.