Rise of the Red Moon
Lore
Four Clans, PebbleClan, MoorClan, Woodclan, and GorgeClan once lived in peace. As the moons passed, a new sickness started to plague their camps. Causing cat after cat to fall ill. Unable to treat this new illness, the medicine cats did their jobs, though lost cat after cat. Becoming frustrated, the leaders gathered secretly under a half moon to discuss the situation. They decided, that at the next full moon the four Clans would become one, and would leave the territory. Their destination nor direction was not known.
The next full moon came, and the leaders gathered all their clan-mates and set off. For ages they traveled, finding it difficult to find a suitable spot to live. The four Clans bonded with one another, and soon became one clan.
They eventually came to a piece of land, bordering a mountain, and chose to settle there. Many disagreed, saying it smelled to awful, and much more. Though the Pebbleclan leader, Ramstar had grown very sick, and was unable to move any farther. The leaders spoke, and clearly they had to stop. Resting beside a river, they ordered three warriors to go in search of a new camp. Three more warriors left to hunt.
That evening the hunting patrol returned, battered and wounded. They explained to the leaders that they had been ambushed, by a group of cats, and where left with a warning. "If you remain, darkness will fall from the trees, leaving you with nothing but your bones to survive."
After discussing this further, the leaders chose to remain. The Clan was stronger than before, and they wanted to fight for their right to live on the land.
After the camp patrol returned, they had failed in finding a suitable camp, causing the camp to set about building one of their own. Using the surrounding shrubbery, and vines they created a camp wall, safe enough from any lurking danger. Upset by the warning, a patrol of five warriors, and two older apprentices was set out for the attackers, and to set up a border. The patrol encountered the attackers, and spoke to them peacefully. They learned that they were a group called a tribe. The tribe of The Rising Moon. They'd lived in the mountains for generations upon generations, and didn't like out-siders. They agreed to set up borders, and patrol them daily, and the clan would do the same.
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