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long ago, lived three clans; BrineClan, LichenClan and Creekclan. The three clans lived for many moons in harmony. Until a horrid, never-before-seen disease struck the lands. It was named "White Glare." White Glare first appeared as cold symptoms, but escalated to great body aches and a chemical imbalance developing within the brain. They'd become so hungry and aggressive, the infected attacked any who neared them.
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For moons White Glare struck the innocent, and clan fought against Clan, wiping each other out in their war path... innocent cats were killed, being accused of having the disease. The population of hundreds of warriors dwindled to the fifties in a few short moons... though eventually, the clans noticed something; White Glare only consumed the minds of StarClan believers. This, of course, was a great deal to the survivors.
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Battle and bloodshed still went on for moons until a lone she cat named Brook stepped forward. Together, she and a small fraction of what once was the grand clans came together. They moved to the higher mountains of Shearwater, and enforced a new, strict code to ensure their survival. The biggest change? The worship of StarClan was banned. Because of the horrors the clan cats had witnessed, no one rejected her ideas or system, and many embraced it. They were named "The Clan of Shearwater."
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It's present day now, two generations past Brook's reign, though her imprint on the clan remains. There have been little to no White Glare outbreaks since the new code, and the Clan of Shearwater intends to keep it this way. But as the whispers of the Stars calls to some, how long can the clan remain safe? It's time to choose your path, warrior. Are you a seeker of the Stars, or a loyal and powerful code-follower? Welcome one and all, to The Clan of Shearwater.
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