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an actual plot will probably come with time, but for now please enjoy the musings and daily life of moorclan

allegiances
leader/s:
foxstar
deputy/ies:
marshweed
hawkwing
medicine cat/s:
heronfeather
cherryfur
medicine apprentice/s:
venidiumpaw
warrior/s:
cherrycloud
dusknettle
emberstrike
fallowstride
fernsong
flintshadow
pipitwhisker
briarcreek
frogleaf
deathreaper
Starkflame
apprentice/s:
icepaw
lostpaw
shroompaw
smolderpaw
kit/s:
elder/s:

outside the clan:
spiritstorm
christmas

current prophecy/goal: n/a

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ; Lostpaw
ᴀɢᴇ; 6 Moons
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ; Tom
ʀᴀɴᴋ; Apprentice
ғᴏʀᴍ; Here
ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ; No-one

L o s t p a w
Dusk was quickly approaching, and Lostpaw felt more ready to go than he had the whole day. Something about the chilled night air of the moor brought out an energy in the stocky apprentice that he couldn't quite explain. His bright green eyes scanned the borders of the MoorClan camp, and he wondered if anyone would notice if he snuck out. At the tender age of six moons, he had only been made an apprentice about a week ago. By all accounts, he wasn't allowed outside of the camp without a warrior to go with him. This late in the day, with all of the clan's tasks complete, he would have a hard time finding a warrior to go with him. But perhaps he could find another apprentice?
Lostpaw retreated back into the apprentices' den, looking around in the dimly lit space to see if there was anyone who looked awake enough and willing enough to join him.

ɴᴀᴍᴇ; Heronfeather
ᴀɢᴇ; 104 Moons
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ; Tom
ʀᴀɴᴋ; Medicine Cat
ғᴏʀᴍ; Here
ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ; No-one

H e r o n f e a t h e r
His scars were aching tonight, perhaps due to the coldness of the air. Winter still held a desperate grip on the MoorClan territory, and though the days were steadily getting warmer, the nights still had a surprising crispness about them. It meant that Heronfeather had some trouble sleeping. As evening fell he found himself at the edge of the clan's camp, staring at nothing as he tried to make himself tired. The bustle of clan life was quieting around him, and he hoped that soon he could join his clan mates in the sweet escape of sleep.
But for the moment sleep evaded him, and he frowned as he stared deeper into the bush to his side. It seemed that it would be another restless night for the medicine cat.

[mainstream geologist]

ɴᴀᴍᴇ; Christmas
ᴀɢᴇ; 51 Moons
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ; Tom
ʀᴀɴᴋ; Farmcat
ғᴏʀᴍ; boop
ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ; No-one

C h r i s t m a s
Christmas padded along the paddock fence as the horses grazed in the field just beyond the fence. On the other side was a vast moor, and it always tempted the white cat, but he knew it wasn't his place to explore out of the farm. He had heard stories from passing rogues of a clan of cats that lived out among the moor, but he had never actually seen one of these cats. The large white tom cat sat on a post and wrapped his raccoon-striped tail neatly over his white paws as he gazed into the uncultivated land that stretched out before him.
"Christmas," a voice sounded behind him, "Huang is telling story of his movie career, hurry before you miss it."
The white tom looked over his shoulder to see the silver malinois mix he knew as Hjalmarr watching him with a wagging tail and lolling tongue. "On my way," Christmas meowed before taking in the sun setting beyond the moor once again. With a little 'merow' as he jumped down and padded after his friend.

ɴᴀᴍᴇ; Cherryfur
ᴀɢᴇ; 108 Moons
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ; She-cat
ʀᴀɴᴋ; Medicine Cat
ғᴏʀᴍ; boop
ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ; No-one

C h e r r y f u r
For many a moon, Cherryfur worked alongside Heronfeather as a medicine cat for Moorclan. This clan was different than the ones she had been in before, but the difference in how the clan was run was like a breath of fresh air in her long, tiring life. The red tabby she-cat picked up a bundle of wrapped huckleberries and pushed them into the storage with her paws. Looking over the store she noticed they were running low on a few spring herbs and thanked Starclan that winter was nearly over so that spring.
"Perhaps I'll taking Venidiumpaw out tomorrow morning to see if anything has started growing in our usual supply spots..." She thought to herself.