The bloodline ends here.

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12/230/25 The bloodline ended when Ginger set foot in our land. He claimed to be a god, a messenger from Starclan. But any cat with common sense could see this cat was a dirty trickster. He was smart, smarter then us- smarter then our bloodline. He killed our leader in cold-blood, without a ceremony, he claimed it was Starclan's will. Who were we to object? He forced us all into submission. No cat was safe with him. Once he killed our leader... The clan was his. We had to overthrow him somehow. Sugarbloom tried, she was a queen with 3 kits. Cloudkit Daisykit and Lotuskit. Ginger found out about Sugarblooms treason. Instead of exiling her- instead of being a sane cat... He made her kill her own kits. .... The rest of us were fearful- warriors bowed when Ginger came along, Elders hid- kits cried and Queens pinned their ears. What else could we do? We had no savior, we had no hope. We watched as Ginger slayed any cat who spoke against him, we watched as Ginger starved us. We could do nothing. Starclan did not help. Maybe Ginger really was Starclans messenger. Maybe we did something bad, and we are being punished for it. That's what some cats believed. They began to believe Ginger. They became known as Gingerlings. They believed in order to make Starclan happy, they must follow Ginger and listen to his every command, like a puppy. Maybe they were right. Maybe they were foolish. but Ginger spared them. The Gingerlings were tasked with everyday things. They were forced to kill their kin, if they refused to believe Ginger. Some cats weren't forced. They offered too. They claimed it would purify us, that it would make Starclan happy, that it would free us from evil. Eventually, all cats who refused to follow Ginger died out. The other clans began to worry- what was happening? Why was our clan- Moonclan, so quiet, so...hurt? Eventually, the gathering came. We did not go. But one clan- Sunclan sent some cats to our camp to see what had happened. None of them made it out. ... Ginger knew he needed nine lives, he knew some cat would try to kill him. So he went to the moonstone. In the moonstone, once he touched the stone... Starclan met him The cats he killed, the kittens that died. All of them. Ginger got burned alive that night. he never came home. Once we realized Ginger was gone, we expected peace, we expected harmony. Did we get that? No. The Gingerlings still clung to belief. A new leader arose, Frostedcreek. He lead the clan the same way. All cats who died under Frostedcreek rule never went to Starclan. Moonclan was renamed Gingerclan. But rouges came Huge, long claws and shaggy fur. They took over the clan. Our cats, Gingerclan still lived with them, we had no other choice. Eventually, after generations- Gingerlings died out. and Gingerclan was back to normal- it would never be Moonclan...but peace was back. Nobody remembers the clans origins- of course nobody would want to remember that. and so the bloodline ended and Gingerclan rose from the ashes.