The cold crisp morning breeze lingered throughout the forest carrying the scent of prey on its tongue. Abnormally tall forest trees cut through the morning mist, looking as if they were giants as they cast their shadows on the creatures below them. Their long sturdy arms reaching out for one another. The pathways of the tribal cats. The whispers of cats echoed through the forest from above, as a tiny portion of sunlight broke through the leaves of the giants.

The forest floor was thickly layered with leaf litter and roots rose from the ground with unusual shapes. Herbs and shrub grew winding themselves around trees and the ruins of the forest. A small stream passed through over rocks and leaves, leaving behind a quiet trickling sound. Calming the uncertainty in the air. The Ruins were littered all around the forest roots twisted and turned around the rocky ruins, some disguised buried hidden deep undershrub and fallen leaf litter.

Small, rocky, and steep Mountains lie on the border of the territory towering over the clans camp with winding paths leading into caverns and deep cave systems. Crystals hide deep within these caverns where the air is heavy and the systems soon become a maze. Only the bravest of warriors would enter...

The camp is hidden away deep in the heart of the forest. Three trees reside in the center, after many moons the three trees connected and merged, which is now the tribes camp. The tribal cats main living space is up in the crown of the tree near the very top of the trunk. The middle tree has a carved entrance with decorative forest symbols carved around the entrance. The entrance leads to high wood where all the gatherings are held. Small slices of bark are built up to create a staircase to the platform overlooking the space below. This where the leader announces the gathering with a yowl. A stump in the Conner of the gathering space was pilled with fresh-kill realizing tasteful scents, where triable cats can take their share after a day's work. To left up the staircase is Emberstars den and the deputy’s den just next to it. Moss draped over the entrances. Tattered with fresh herbs, only leaving small gaps to see through. Inside both dens was an oval-shaped dip layered with a mix of moss, leaves, and feathers from a variety of birds. Roots climbed and twisted creating beautiful patterns on the roof and walls of the dens with mallow leaves weaving in between.