Tumbleclan fell, scattered to the winds by tyranny, justice and frenzied claws. Swanstar disappeared, into the darkness of the night. The rebels that Eagleclaw had brought, too had vanished. They’d foolishly slain innocents, innocents like Loonheart and Addercloud. But fall Tumbleclan did, under the watchful eyes of Starclan. Sagestar, Greynose, Russetleaf, Pebbleclaw, Rippedear and Mudpaw all watched and all solemnly vowed that a clan would have to rise in it’s place.
A clan to erase all their mistakes, a clan that would be a clean slate. That clan would be Moorclan and guiding one solitary cat, Sagestar and the rest of the ancestors laid down their lives for the stranger.
The stranger, for some reason, is what they all think to be the chosen one, the one to be the most clear-headed of all cats around. The stranger nevertheless obeyed their wise words, deeming themselves to be in the presence of something more powerful than them. The stranger travelled far and wide, away from the other clans. Sagestar didn’t want anyone sullying his new stranger, his last chance of doing something good.
Moorclan is nestled among vast rolling hills, their grassy tops shrouded by mist in leaf-bare, as though they were kings wearing their crowns. Moorclan takes up their residence in a dishevelled house, it’s sides turned green with moss and ivy. They live, true to their name, in a territory that is mainly made up of moors. Moors that are a dusty green by day and pale white by night. There are seldom any trees on their territory, so for them to see one is quite the surprise! Moorclan has one tree that they cherish, the Star-Tree. It is a huge oak tree, it’s branches charred by lightning and trunk eaten out by termites long ago. Although it sticks out like a sore thumb, a giant ugly crooked thumb, Moorclan treat with respect! It is after-all where they go to talk to their beloved Starclan and the cats that guided their first leader here.
Moorclan is a clan with a strict set of rules, rules that no cat may dare break. Moorclan rules are generally the standard warrior code, with a few additional ones; All apprentices must learn how to heal, all must go to the Star-Tree to become warriors/deputies/leaders, Moorclan will not affiliate with the other clans and the leader must be voted into power. Moorclan is a clan that is stern but fair, they believe in nothing but absolute justice!
But justice was a bloody thing, with Fritillarystar being tugged on silver strings by Sagestar and Swanstar defying death itself. Blood and evil stalked the moors like rabid dogs, thundering over the hills and vales. Murder, rebellions and secrets were commonplace, and justice was arbitrary; its meaning different to everyone, its meaning subjective and its execution cruel. Fritillarystar finally slayed Swanstar, at the cost of her own lives; Garlicstar rose to the occasion, and promised to lead MoorClan into a new dawn.
