Post by Fey on Jun 12, 2017 9:09:46 GMT -5
Sootclan, Honeyclan and Aspenclan reside in a lush forest of Aspen, Oak and Holly trees with much undergrowth. A river snakes through the territory and branches off in a series of little streams. The South-East part of the forest has a series of charred trees, though new growth has grown there thanks to the stream that breaks off the river and runs into that section of forest. That, and further East, is where Sootclan territory lies. Honeyclan lies North-West of Sootclan territory. The forest is very lush here and the river runs right through the center of Honeyclan. Breaking through the edge of Sootclan and Honeyclan there is a dirt rode that leads to a two-leg camping area. This is simply called Twoleg's Path. Aspenclan territory is North-East in the forest and the growth is more sparse here with taller grass. In the center of the three territories, skewed South-East, near the river, is a clearing covered with a canopy of trees. There's a fallen tree and the leaders give announcements from the roots during the monthly gatherings called Tall Roots. A day's journey, East of Honeyclan, there is a great waterfall, thunderous waterfall surrounded by a field of flowers and tall grass. To the side of the waterfall, there's a cave that goes up to a ledge beside the waterfall where the spray isn't harsh. This is Thunder's Ledge and it is the meeting place with Starclan.
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A fawn colored she-cat padded out of her den, the soft dawn light dancing on the floor of the clearing. Soft dirt sat beneath her paws worn to a thin layer of powder from the many cats who'd tread in the clearing. Her gaze landed on a muscular tom with a dark brown coat and charcoal-brown tabby markings. He was standing in front of a younger she-cat with a white pelt speckled with black. The fawn she-cat made her way over to the pair, catching their conversation. "Snowdawn, you're so pretty, your eyes are like the ferns, soft and green, tender and gently." Slowdown, the little white she-cat, was trying to shy away, but she seemed stuck in place. The tom hadn't seemed to notice. "Come on, we'd be a perfect pair. My milk-blue eyes can compliment your green, your white pelt and mine brown, I'm strong and can protect you. Snowdawn, you can't deny it. We're a -" He was cut off as the fawn colored she-cat broke in, "a match made in Starclan?" It was a line he'd used on practically every she-cat in the clan. "Thistlewave, it's to early to flirt and Snowdawn's obviously not interested." She stood next to the white she-cat and gently touched her feathered tail to Snowdawn's shoulder. The little she-cat seemed to relax now that she was here and had broken up the conversation. "Peachflight, I know you love and all, I mean, there's no cat in Honeyclan who can resist me, but jealously really isn't a good color on you." She rolled her eyes, "Tell yourself what you want Thistlewave, but Snowdawn's going to join me on patrol." Thistlewave sighed and padded away. "Sorry I had to drag you into going with me on the dawn patrol, it was the only thing I could think of." Peachflight apologized, knowing how the shy she-cat was. "I-It's alright. Thanks, Peachflight." Snowdawn gave in reply.
