Long ago, when the world was still young, the gods and deities were allowed to descend from above and gather the ingredients needed in order to create their children. Mother Moon acquired the rare blue clay this way (can be found in one cave and nowhere else), but she didn’t use it for long. At first, she created her other children instead. Mother Moon had way less children compared to most of her peers; she had fun creating them and giving them rare abilities or traits. The world was still young and filled with magic, when she came up with the smurfs.

The smurfs were her youngest children, her little “love project”, among the youngest magical creations of this world. She put all of her love and heart into making them; after witnessing the darkness spreading, she made sure their hearts cannot be corrupted.

The gods are not allowed to descend once again after their turn was over, but smurfs cannot reproduce like most of the folks below. Mother Moon is responsible for making the members of the new generation. In order to get the clay for her work, she asks the spirits of the shooting stars to bring them some when they return. It has been working so far, but unbeknownst to her, something horrible happened.

When she banished the dark fae for the betrayal they committed (details later on), one of their sorcerers put a curse on and poisoned the blue clay, so that smurfkind would be doomed to perish sooner or later. She hasn’t found out about this for some time, because she always had a little clay stashed away for later use.

When the smurfs were being hunted to the verge extinction, (eventually leaving the young Papa Smurf, back then known as Sorcerer, as the last living one) Mother Moon pleaded with the supreme deities to allow her descent once again, in order to intervene and rescue smurfkind.

But she was told no. She had already violated their laws once, when she’d made the dark fae disappear from this timeline; she was ordered to stay put and accept the course of nature, as tragic as it was. The gods are not allowed to intervene in the events of this world in such a drastic manner. If this is how the smurfs will disappear, then be it. No more trips down for clay, no more smurfkind, sometimes extinctions happen.

But as a mother, she couldn’t just stand by. She waited for the New Moon, and, despite the ban, put on a disguise and sneaked back down to get as much clay as she could just acquire. (It was too late to save them…) It was then and there when she realised the clay had been poisoned, making it no longer fit for creation.

During the New Moon, Mother Moon is the weakest. Down below her powers are just a fraction of her true glory. Yet, in a last desperate act, she used all her powers to purge the clay. It was successful only to a small extent, she could clean only a small fraction of the clay. She took it and fled back to the skies, and started creating right then in haste. She knew the others discovered her betrayal by the use of her powers.

When the other deities arrived, she used almost all the clay she rescued, 99 new little smurfs were waiting to be delivered. Mother Moon accepted whatever punishment they thought fit for her disobedience, but pleaded for her children’s lives. After a short dispute, the gods took mercy on the babes and let them be delivered safely in the course of a year. But Mother Moon was punished, she is now bound to the skies, her powers strictly controlled.

What the other gods don’t know is when her act was discovered, she lied about using all of the clay she acquired. She hid the last, tiny bit in her clenched fist, and later on used it to create the three Smurflings and Baby Smurf.